Jim, the Newsboy

Jim, the newsboy, died today,

So the evening papers say —

And the funeral will be

In the afternoon at three —

“Please” ( the papers say ) “a flow'r

Bring for Jim before the hour —

Any color that you deem

A true token of esteem,

If you would remember him —

The newsboy, Jim.

At his corner near Broad street,

Jim, tho’ lame, would smiling greet

With a merry, winning call

All his patrons, great and small,

And his fellow newsboys say

That they miss him much today,

And they have a tablet bought,

And upon it this is wrought:

“In memory of Newsboy Jim,

We all liked him.”

Little toilers on Life's road

To yon visionless abode,

There was much of good in Jim

Or the boys had disliked him;

There was something in his heart

That drew patrons to his mart,

Something noble, something true —

Strive that it be said of you

As in eulogy of Jim,

“We all liked him.”