{"id":9361,"date":"2023-06-10T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2023-06-10T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=9361"},"modified":"2023-06-10T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2023-06-10T05:00:00","slug":"just-a-line","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/just-a-line\/","title":{"rendered":"Just a Line"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn83016689\/1915-06-10\/ed-1\/seq-12\/\">The Detroit Times, June 10, 1915<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>The postman passes by, his steps tell plainly<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He hasn\u2019t any mail to leave for me;<br\/>Or should he stop, my eyes must still seek vainly<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The one handwriting I so long to see.<br\/>Even a picture postal card were better<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Than leaving me without a single sign;<br\/>Another day gone by, and still no letter,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dear daughter, can\u2019t you drop me just a line?<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Why are you silent? I have often written<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When it was, strictly speaking, not my turn.<br\/>Have you with pen paralysis been smitten,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Or what new lesson would you have me learn?<br\/>Am I impatient, in too great a hurry,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;You pressed with duties harder to decline?<br\/>Oh, daughter, it would save a heap of worry<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If you would drop your father just a line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n<p>Perhaps there\u2019s some mistake; a heedless sentence<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Penned without thinking may have caused you pain;<br\/>Perhaps I rate too high my independence;<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Perhaps you think me frivolous and vain;<br\/>Or my poor jests in earnest you were taking.<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, could you read this secret heart of mine,<br\/>You\u2019d know, dear child, how near it is to breaking,<br\/>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And drop your lonely father just a line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From The Detroit Times, June 10, 1915. The postman passes by, his steps tell plainly&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He hasn\u2019t any mail to leave for me;Or should he stop, my eyes must still seek vainly&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The one handwriting I so long to see.Even a picture postal card were better&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Than leaving me without a single sign;Another day gone by, and still [&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":[],"class_list":["post-9361","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-newspapers","category-the-detroit-times"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9361","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=9361"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9361\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9361"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9361"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9361"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}