{"id":3034,"date":"2018-07-05T15:00:28","date_gmt":"2018-07-05T19:00:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/HatchetOnline\/?p=3034"},"modified":"2018-07-05T15:00:28","modified_gmt":"2018-07-05T19:00:28","slug":"the-girls-in-marion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/the-girls-in-marion\/","title":{"rendered":"The Girls in Marion"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">by Mary Elizabeth Naugle<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">First published in August\/September, 2004, Volume 1, Issue 4, <em>The Hatchet: Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">In Marion the girls are sleeping camp style.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">They take their meals at tables in the shade.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">They dine on fish they\u2019ve caught,<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\"><br \/>\n<\/span>Instead of beef they\u2019ve bought,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">Sherbet to follow, with iced lemonade.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">Overnight their former joys seem vile.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">For rumor\u2019s tongue has reached Doc Handy\u2019s cottage.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">The newsboy\u2019s cycle wheels down every lane.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">And now each girl has heard<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">Or read more than a word<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">Against the girl some call the Bordens\u2019 bane.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">The sherbet melts into a mess of pottage.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">In past years that girl had been sleeping camp style.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">In firelight she raised her voice in song.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">Her bare feet she\u2019d have dangled<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">While a fishless line she angled&#8211;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">Even the worm was on the hook all wrong&#8211;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">Were bigger fish upon her mind the while?<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;color: #000000\">A Lizzie Borden poem by Mary Elizabeth Naugle.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":30,"featured_media":2897,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3034","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3034","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/30"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3034"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3034\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3034"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3034"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3034"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}