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.”