Jim, the Newsboy
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im, 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."
