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by dusk writer

we love the newsies. but it is just so easy to make fun of them. here we are attempting to do just that..... and we warn you..... attempting. Also keep in mind that this is not it. We aren't just picking on the begining.

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In 1899, the streets of new york city echoed with the voices of hobos and bums who found themselves sleeping on the streets due to drug and drinking problems. Oh and the voices of newsies could be heard as well. But honestly, who doesn't love hobos? We certainly do. [Actually Marissa was kissed by a hobo once. (It was pretty nasty.) Soliciting random innocent passerbys (only the rich ones), with cheap, worthless pieces of paper that have absolute crap in them. And who was to blame for that? Those dumbasses Joeseph Pulitzer, William Randolph Hearst and other giants of the ridiculous newspaper world. On every freakin corner, most standing two feet from one another, you, unfortantly, saw them carrying what they called the "banner." What the hell this "banner" is we will never know. They also sang a lot for some reason but we'll get to that later, sometime, if we feel like it. Their goal was to bring you those stupid, redundant "stories" for a penny a pape. Who can expect to make money when you charge a penny? Seriously. As stupid idiots who ran away from home and unfortunate little bastard children, the newsies were a shabby bunch without a leader. But one day that supposedly changed.