{"id":9243,"date":"2023-03-30T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-03-30T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9243"},"modified":"2023-03-30T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-03-30T05:00:00","slug":"bum","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/bum\/","title":{"rendered":"Bum"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn91064011\/1915-03-30\/ed-1\/seq-8\/\">Newark Evening Star, March 30, 1915<\/a>. By W. D. Wegeforth.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>He\u2019s a little dog, with a stubby tail, and a moth-eaten coat of tan,<br\/>And his legs are short, of the wabbly sort; I doubt if they ever ran;<br\/>And he howls at night, while in broad daylight he sleeps like a bloomin\u2019 log,<br\/>And he likes the feed of the gutter breed; he\u2019s a most irregular dog.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>I call him Bum, and in total sum he\u2019s all that his name implies,<br\/>For he\u2019s just a tramp with a highway stamp that culture cannot disguise;<br\/>And his friends, I\u2019ve found, in the streets abound, be they urchins or dogs or men;<br\/>Yet he sticks to me with a fiendish glee, it is truly beyond my ken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>I talk to him when I\u2019m lonesome like and I\u2019m sure that he understands<br\/>When he looks at me so attentively and gently licks my hands;<br\/>Then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say aught thereat,<br\/>For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>So my good old pal, my irregular dog, my flea-bitten, stub-tailed friend,<br\/>Has become a part of my very heart, to be cherished till life-time\u2019s end;<br\/>And on Judgement Day, if I take the way that leads where the righteous meet,<br\/>If my dog is barred by the heavenly guard\u2014we\u2019ll both of us brave the heat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Newark Evening Star, March 30, 1915. By W. D. Wegeforth. He\u2019s a little dog, with a stubby tail, and a moth-eaten coat of tan,And his legs are short, of the wabbly sort; I doubt if they ever ran;And he howls at night, while in broad daylight he sleeps like a bloomin\u2019 log,And he [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[35,3],"tags":[301],"class_list":["post-9243","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newark-evening-star","category-newspapers","tag-w-d-wegeforth"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9243","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9243"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9243\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9243"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9243"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9243"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}