The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-02-16
Our Young Readers.
NE KsBOY ERRY

Buy paper place! She is frozen almost.
Here's Commercial and Ne1Us, and Moi.
AND here's the Express and the AreYino Post!
ana livery one has tirrible tale
A sh1pwr1ck-a murther-a fire-alarm-
WHICHEVER We loike;-have paper. marin?
INN buy 1t place, av this bit aY gurrul-
bhe.s new, IN the business and all av a
whirrul;
We must lind her hand" said little
Jerry:
"There's plinty av thrade at the Fulton
Ferry.
She's wakely for made av the tay and the
The price Nv paper-plaze, sir, buy a Post?
Thrue as me name it is jeremiah,
There S foine report av dridful fire
And a child that's lost-and a smash av
train
Indade, sir, the papers just groanin' wild
spake up. little gurrul, and don't be afraid
I'm schra:chin' for two till l start yez in
thrade.
While l yell, you cs = sell" said little Jerry,
Screening for two at Fulton Ferry.
The night was bleak, and the wind was
high,
And hurrying crowd went shivering by;
And some bought papers, and some bought
But the boys shrin voice rang cheerily on:
I" Buy Post, or NetCS, or Mad, as you
choose.
rOr my arm just AGNES via the weight aV tne
ErprcssP Not single one left for tonight
But buy one av this little gurrul, sir-all
right.
she's a regular seller here at the ferry,
And rickomind her high" said Jerry.
In the whirl of the throng there paused a
man.
" The bell is ringing-I can not wait;
Here, girl, Commercial as quick as you can!
The boat is starting-dOnt make me late!'
AND on through the 'hurrying crowd he ran,
The wee girl following close behind,
After the penny he could not find;
While, with spring through the closing gate,
After her money bounded Jerry,
Ragged and painting, at Fulton Ferry.
" One cent from the man in the big fur coat!
Give me the change, or I'll stop the boat"
Up from the deck laugh and a cheer.
1t changed to shuddering cry of fear
AS he bent his head for the fearful spring,
And then-like wild bird on the wing
over the whirling waters swung,
touched the boat with his hands, and chung,
=, Gasping and white, to the rail, and cried:
W ne ls,that mean old man, who tried
A poor little girl, with no friend but
JerryT'
Over the side went a hundred hands,
From hundred mouths rang forth COM
mandS:
" Pull him inr. "stop the boatw "Take his
SCOck!' " Let US GUY
All the papers he has!' "Send him home to
get dry!'
No, indade," said the boy" that's not w at 1
meant;
doant want yer money; want that ons
From the man in the war; m fur coat an
hat,
Who could shteel a cent from a gurrul like
that!
AT iver he thries that game agin,
He'd betther take me, and not Margery
Flynn
Then cheer on cheer for little Jerry
Rang across the Fulton Ferry.
Long ago, my youthful readers,
Happened this that have told;
Long ago that sturdy newsBoy
All his daily papers sold.
And the pluck that dared a ducking
To set right a weak ones wrong
Served him we'll in every struggle;
And his life, both kind and strong,
Is a blessing and a comfort
To world of needy boys
Who, like him, must work in play-time
With bOot-brusheS for their toys.
But around the Fulton Ferry,
Still the neWsboys talk of Jerry.
-MGTU LOlUe ID tcI6illSOll, an st. Nicholas.