{"id":9308,"date":"2023-05-08T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-05-08T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9308"},"modified":"2023-05-08T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-05-08T05:00:00","slug":"little-boy-blue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/little-boy-blue\/","title":{"rendered":"Little Boy Blue"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn83016689\/1915-05-08\/ed-1\/seq-16\/\">The Detroit Times, May 8, 1915<\/a>. By Eugene Field.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>The little toy dog is covered with dust,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But sturdy and staunch he stands;<br\/>And the little toy soldier is red with rust,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And his musket molds in his hands.<br\/>Time was when the little toy dog was new,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the soldier was passing fair;<br\/>And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Kissed them and put them there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNow, don\u2019t you go till I come,\u201d he said,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;\u201cAnd don\u2019t you make any noise!\u201d<br\/>So, toddling off to his trundle bed,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He dreamt of the pretty toys;<br\/>And, as he was dreaming, an angel song<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Awakened our Little Boy Blue\u2014<br\/>Oh! the years are many, the years are long<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But the little toy friends are true!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Each in the same old place,<br\/>Awaiting the touch of a little hand,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The smile of a little face;<br\/>And they wonder, as waiting the long years through<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the dust of that little chair,<br\/>What has become of our Little Boy Blue<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Since he kissed them and put them there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Detroit Times, May 8, 1915. By Eugene Field. The little toy dog is covered with dust,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But sturdy and staunch he stands;And the little toy soldier is red with rust,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And his musket molds in his hands.Time was when the little toy dog was new,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the soldier was passing fair;And that was the time when [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,14],"tags":[119],"class_list":["post-9308","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-detroit-times","tag-eugene-field"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9308","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=9308"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9308\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9308"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9308"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9308"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}