Author's Note: Hey everyone! This is the first story in a presently 12 story series. Again, the newsies are snowed in, so to pass the time the girls tell the stories of how they got to the lodging house.
Five AM had come and gone by the time the Duane Street newsies started waking up. Confusion reigned until Jack looked out of the window and saw what he figured to be at least two and a half feet of snow. Nobody would be out selling papers that day.
"So, Jack, what's should wese do today?" Race called from his bunk.
"Hold on. Let me gets da goils."
"So how did dis whole goil t'ing start, anyways?" Snitch asked as the girls settled down in the boys' larger bunk room.
"Dat'd be all Tumblah's fault," Jack replied.
"Hey! Youse is very appreciative a me for dat! Wit' out me, dere'd be no goils hehah," Tumbler defended.
Tumbler glanced around at the others. Most of the newsies didn't know the full story, so the oldest of the newsies sat back, getting ready to tell the whole tale. "It was the fall of 1898. Newsies ruled the streets of New York, or so it seemed. The city rang with their cries..."
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