A collection was taken up to send delegates to the funeral, and the same hackman who bore little Joe to the hospital again kindly offered the use of his carriage. On the coffin was a plate, purchased by the boys, whose language was expressive from its very simplicity. This was the inscription:—
Little Joe,
Aged 14.
The Best Newsboy in New York.
WE ALL LIKED HIM.
There were no services, but each boy sent a flower to be placed upon the coffin of his friend. After all, what did it matter that Little Joe was dead?
He was only a newsboy.
This is not a fancy sketch. Every word of the above story is true.
Office Boy (to country editor): "A man was in while you were out, who said he was the genuine John Wilkes Booth."
Editor (hastily): "He's a fraud. You didn't give him anything did you?"
Office Boy: "No. He left a dollar for a six months' subscription."
Editor: "Well, well. And so John Wilkes Booth is still alive. It beats all."