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In 1901, the streets of Boston, Mass., rang with the voices of newsies. Behind the papes, but never in them; the Herald, the Globe, the Times. From the harbor to Cambridge, you heard 'em hawking the headline, casting the news over the entire city. Growing up in the cold cruel streets, the newsies were divided and independent, until one day all that changed....
"So Jacky-boy, tell me again why we'ah here in Boston."
"I told you'se a t'ousand times already Spot. We're am-bastards for dere strike. You do know dat dey is strikin now, right? I mean you do have more dan half a brain," said Jack Kelly to his best friend Spot Conlon on the train ride to Boston. The Boston newsies asked them to go and help them win their own strike. You see, two years ago, the New York newsies refused to sell papes to anyone. Their strike inspired many other cities to strike as well.
"But since we're heah we can go see da sites, right Cowboy? I'm told dat der ah some pretty good-looking goils heah," joked Racetrack.
"What about dat goil you were seeing last week Race?" asked Blink
"Awww...she was too "pure", wouldn't let me do anyt'ing! I mean she wouldn't even let me go to da tracks neva mind any'ting else! I couldn't put up with dat shit!"
"Oh no! Heaven forbid Racetrack Higgins not go to the races! I mean where else could he go and lose all his money?" teased Davey.
"Look at you, Davey, you t'ink you'se so cute ova deah wit ya fancy mouth. Just you wait until we get off dis train! I'm gonna soak ya, ya bum!" yelled Racetrack.
"Heya Mouth watch out, I tink he's actually serious," laughed Spot.
"Hey guys, heah's our stop!" yelled Mush from the back of the train. All the guys filed off the train and blinked as their eyes got used to the bright sun, which set off the brilliant gleam of the snow on the rooftops of the buildings caused by the chilly March weather.
"Well, heah we ah. Good ole' Boston. Looks da same as evah!' sighed Blink.
"How da hell do you know what "good ole' Boston" looks like?" Spot accused glaring at him with those icy blue eyes.
"I...uhh...umm." stammered Blink
"Hey Spot! Leave Blink alone. We'ah not heah to fight wit each uddah, just the tightwads who jacked up da price," intervened Jack. Just as Jack said this, some very nervous looking kids came up and greeted these newsies.
"Hi," squeaked one of the larger boys with soot all over his hands, "ah you da New Yawk newsies? My name's Smot and we'ah here ta take you'se up ta our leada, Crunchy."
"Ya dats us, but why'd...Crunchy?...send you little shrimps to take us ta him? I mean no offence or anyt'ing, but you'se guys are kinda...to put this gently.little," said Jack.
"Well everybody else is out soakn da scabs. It's sellin time, ya know," replied a little girl with blonde pigtails and bright blue eyes who stepped up from the back.
"Whoa! A goil newsie? I mean a young on at dat! How old ah ya kid? Should you be out heah?" asked Race in astonishment.
"Ya well, Boston's not as fieahce as New Yawk. And I'se ten for your infoahmation," she replied.
"Wow! Really? Ten? You don't look ten. Maybe seven or eight, but definitely not ten! Guess that sells loads of papes!" exclaimed Davey in astonishment, "Maybe I should have brought Les, he might have enjoyed this."
"I guess it does. Look we should get goin if we want ta be there when they're finished wit da scabs," shrugged the little girl, "Oh and my name is Ducky and this is Piggy and Buck-Tooth," said Ducky as she pointed to each boy in turn who had their names for obvious reasons. The older newsies went through their normal greetings, but all they wanted to do was get to a lodging house and sleep.
"Ya dat sounds great," said Jack.
In 1901, the streets of Boston, Mass., rang with the voices of newsies. Behind the papes, but never in them; the Herald, the Globe, the Times. From the harbor to Cambridge, you heard 'em hawking the headline, casting the news over the entire city. Growing up in the cold cruel streets, the newsies were divided and independent, until one day all that changed....
"So Jacky-boy, tell me again why we'ah here in Boston."
"I told you'se a t'ousand times already Spot. We're am-bastards for dere strike. You do know dat dey is strikin now, right? I mean you do have more dan half a brain," said Jack Kelly to his best friend Spot Conlon on the train ride to Boston. The Boston newsies asked them to go and help them win their own strike. You see, two years ago, the New York newsies refused to sell papes to anyone. Their strike inspired many other cities to strike as well.
"But since we're heah we can go see da sites, right Cowboy? I'm told dat der ah some pretty good-looking goils heah," joked Racetrack.
"What about dat goil you were seeing last week Race?" asked Blink
"Awww...she was too "pure", wouldn't let me do anyt'ing! I mean she wouldn't even let me go to da tracks neva mind any'ting else! I couldn't put up with dat shit!"
"Oh no! Heaven forbid Racetrack Higgins not go to the races! I mean where else could he go and lose all his money?" teased Davey.
"Look at you, Davey, you t'ink you'se so cute ova deah wit ya fancy mouth. Just you wait until we get off dis train! I'm gonna soak ya, ya bum!" yelled Racetrack.
"Heya Mouth watch out, I tink he's actually serious," laughed Spot.
"Hey guys, heah's our stop!" yelled Mush from the back of the train. All the guys filed off the train and blinked as their eyes got used to the bright sun, which set off the brilliant gleam of the snow on the rooftops of the buildings caused by the chilly March weather.
"Well, heah we ah. Good ole' Boston. Looks da same as evah!' sighed Blink.
"How da hell do you know what "good ole' Boston" looks like?" Spot accused glaring at him with those icy blue eyes.
"I...uhh...umm." stammered Blink
"Hey Spot! Leave Blink alone. We'ah not heah to fight wit each uddah, just the tightwads who jacked up da price," intervened Jack. Just as Jack said this, some very nervous looking kids came up and greeted these newsies.
"Hi," squeaked one of the larger boys with soot all over his hands, "ah you da New Yawk newsies? My name's Smot and we'ah here ta take you'se up ta our leada, Crunchy."
"Ya dats us, but why'd...Crunchy?...send you little shrimps to take us ta him? I mean no offence or anyt'ing, but you'se guys are kinda...to put this gently.little," said Jack.
"Well everybody else is out soakn da scabs. It's sellin time, ya know," replied a little girl with blonde pigtails and bright blue eyes who stepped up from the back.
"Whoa! A goil newsie? I mean a young on at dat! How old ah ya kid? Should you be out heah?" asked Race in astonishment.
"Ya well, Boston's not as fieahce as New Yawk. And I'se ten for your infoahmation," she replied.
"Wow! Really? Ten? You don't look ten. Maybe seven or eight, but definitely not ten! Guess that sells loads of papes!" exclaimed Davey in astonishment, "Maybe I should have brought Les, he might have enjoyed this."
"I guess it does. Look we should get goin if we want ta be there when they're finished wit da scabs," shrugged the little girl, "Oh and my name is Ducky and this is Piggy and Buck-Tooth," said Ducky as she pointed to each boy in turn who had their names for obvious reasons. The older newsies went through their normal greetings, but all they wanted to do was get to a lodging house and sleep.
"Ya dat sounds great," said Jack.
