Clipped From Hamilton Evening Journal
The JIM One of the events at the testimonial dinner to James K. Saturday night, was the poem read by Harry Varley, oÂ£ New It was as follows: Call him a salesman--the best in his line, Tell of his years of endeavor; . , 'Â· Toast-him in rarest of sparkling old wine, Praise him for failing us never. Boast of the riches he made for the firm, '! Back in its hey-dcy of glory; "*, Say how he helped when hard times made us squirm, ''( Cheering with smile and.with story. . ' C But when his record of service is read, \ There'll siill bÂ«"ono tribute we owe him, *Â· Far greater than any our poor words have said, i A tribute from all men who know him. ~" We'll drink to a friend who has always been true, . A gentleman through to the bone, As faithful to each of the smallest he knew,. As ho was to tho biggest he's known. Â· . For each silver hair on his head there's a.man ( ' Who gratefully calls him "my friend!" Who'll stick it with Jim through life's uttermost span And wish him good luck to the end. So we who are here of tho measureless host; We'll .fill up his bowl to the brim . Then tain'every glass to .the heart-meaning toast-"Hero's health/life and love to our Jim!"