I recall fragments of a poem from my youth about the kids going to the dogs. Each verse was about some later stage in history with the concluding line "The kids were going to the dogs". The final stanza concluded that the dogs have had a good long wait.
Does anyone else remember this poem?
Where was it published?
Does anyone have the complete text?
my posts keep going bnanas and disappearing
- or maybe it was someone else asking for the same poem ...
this is the first publication I can quote
maybe it was published before, I donīt know
a 1910 publication
Waterloo Evening Courier
Monday, December 19, 1910 Waterloo, Iowa
My grandpa notes the world's worn cogs
And says we are going to the dogs!
His grandpa in his house of logs
Swore things were going to the dogs.
His dad among the Flemish bogs
Vowed things were going to the dogs.
The cave man in his queer skin togs
Said things were going to the dogs.
But this is what I wish to state
The dogs have had an awful wait.
this poem is in the center of a rather long story
A Christmas story,
by Jeanette H. Walworth
copyright 1910 American Press Assossiation
and just to correct myself ...
the exact same poem is published 2 years before the one above
as from being quoted from the Washington Herald
Austin Daily Herald
Friday, March 20, 1908 Austin, Minnesota
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/07/2008 07:38AM by ilza-maria.
And I think it was A.P.Herbert who wrote a poem with the memorable lines:
Don't let's go to the dogs tonight
For mother will be there.
I have always understood "going to the dogs" as meaning going to a greyhound racing meet, regarded by the upper class as a likely road to ruin.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/07/2008 08:23AM by IanAKB.
Brewer seems to think it comes from the fact that ruined food ie unsuitable for human consumption went to the dogs.
Before reading that I always thought it was simply that when well-off people gambled away most of their money, they couldn't afford to go to the horse races, so went to the greyhound racing instead.
pretty old, isnīt it ?
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