Chapter X: News-Boy

Take any station, pavement, circus, corner, Where men their styles of print may call or choose, And there--ten times more _on it_ than _JACK HORNER_-- There shall you find him swathed in sheets of news. Nothing can stay the placing of his wares-- Not bus, nor cab, nor dray! The very _Slop_, That imp of power, is powerless! Ever he dares, And, daring, lands his public neck and crop. Even the many-tortured London ear, The much-enduring, loathes his _Speeshul_ yell, His shriek of _Winnur_! But his dart and leer And poise are irresistible. _PALL MALL_ Joys in him, and _MILE END_; for his vocation Is to purvey the stuff of conversation.