Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1873-12-31
The KnightIy Newsboy-A Tale of Mod.
ern yhiyaIry and Things.
NIGHT.
BY DoEsTLCKs.

By DoEsTICKs.
o f NIGHT.
t. was dreary and stormy night.
And the rain in streams came down,
While hundreds OF soaked and wretched folk
We're hurrying to BROOKLYN town.
And a piping voice at the ferry fence
Cries shrilly out, Extry, two cents -
THE HERO
1t was little newsboy chap, Hs
Puny and weak and wee.
Not bigger than pint of beer,
SO very small was he.
Yet at the ferry gate he stood,
10 earn Ills bread as best he good
AGALLANT KNIGHT coMBTH TO THE RESCUE
Oh, then up stepped bigger boy,
Spikey," of thirteen years,
Who gave but glance at the unsold sheets.
And knew the cause Of the tears.
Come, come. little Jacky, mustn't cry
lou shan't get stuck, for we both will try.
TUE GOOD SAMARITAN APPEARETH ON THE SCENE
Up stepped Good Samaritan
OF the modern Brooklyn breed
Come, tell me, thou newsboy bold,
Has Jacky such urgent need E?
For, be it so, this deed Of thine
Is worthy the knights OF the olden time"
HOW THE HERO WAS ALTERED.
He wore no vest no shoes. no hat
The sc9nticst bit OF shirt
The only coat this waif could boast
Was heavy coat of dirt.
Yet even in this crowd so dense
His cry was heard, Extry, two centsl !"
THE HERO wILTETH.
The homeward-going crowd grew less,
And less disposed to buy;
Yet still to sell his printed wares
The child ceased not to try
Extry. two cents y in fearful tones
Still sobbed along the ferry.
Don't give it up" passer said,
Yout bet won't. sir. nary"
Fen as he spoke, DER cheeks so brown
The ready tears came rolling down.
THE HERDS HOME STORY.
Yes, Jacky has sisters two or three,
An his mothers widde, yer honor,
Or as good as such-her man gets drunk,
And he always puts head on her.
So each OF the children, old or young.
Must earn few pennies to get along"
THE BROOKLYN SAMARITAN LEvIETH ON HIS
5 FRIENDS.
Then the Brooklynite to his friends SO gay
Cried, Come to me and see
How much great good small cash may do;
Now buy these extras of me
For each with ten-cent stamp you must part,
THE HERDS THANKS TO HIS BENrFAcroR
Little Jacky came up, with the tears running
down,
few simple words to say
8 l thank you, gentlemen, every one,
For these 'ere stamps TODAY
III take em home to mother. and sis,
An they'll alters pray for you elers for this
For sis, though she's humpbacked an not
very g,y,
Is heavy, the minister says, on the pray"
THE SEQUEL.
ow, these boys kept up their sobs and tears
Till their friends had crossed the ferry,
When they changed them quick into laughter
and ieers,
AND were most unaccountably merry.
And they kicked up their heels IN the widest
of jigs,
Which they'd learned, I tear, from the min
strel nigs.
LITTLE JACKY's HYPOCRISY.
Little Jacky, the tears still running down,
Though fear they were not of sorrow,
Cried. "Splkey, didn't / 20 it bullee
But I'll do it better tomorrow,
How they swallowed my mother and sisters
three,
And their eyes stopped over at poor little me-
HOPES FOR THE GLORIOUS FUTURE.
"An' Jack, while the flats do bite so sharp
As we've seen IN do tonight,
Well have good show for plenty of stamps,
IT we play our little game right
Plenty OF coffee and cakes, dye see.
An alters the cash for the old Bows ree."
THE HERO REcEIvETd HIS NEED OF PRAISE.
Yer done it big . said Spikey the bold,
And jolly good lark it is.
And we'll try it on every day in the week
Ill somebody drops on the biz,
Al tonight, my boy, We'll go an see
iae bully new play at the old Boweree.''