Ya know, life is hard for us newsies but we make the best of it. We definitely don't need people like Pulitzer going around and making it even harder. Like Blink said--"It's bad enough we gotta eat what we don't sell..."
Before the strike, I dont know...I was just my happy-go-lucky, slightly gullible self. But the day when Jack said the immortal words "Are we just gonna take what they give us, or are we gonna strike?" ...I never really thought about it. I had always taken what they felt like giving us. I almost bought papers the day the price went up.
At first, the whole thing seemed like a longshot. Jack was really determined to win and with all the fancy words he was throwing at us (courtesy of Davey) it seemed like we had a chance. 'Course, things didn't start off so great, especially when Spot and Brooklyn didn't join.
My days were routine--get up, watch Jack kick Delancy a**, buy papes, eat, check out girls, sleep. The strike made me realize that we, a bunch of angry, penniless kids, could make a difference. Pulitzer doesn't own us or our world. He may have words, but he was up against something bigger. It was his newspaper against our dream. The dream to make a difference and stand up for what's yours. Our dream was to hold on to what we've got, and make it a better place to live in. We may not have much, but we've got each other--and that's more than Pulitzer'll ever have.
Before the strike, I dont know...I was just my happy-go-lucky, slightly gullible self. But the day when Jack said the immortal words "Are we just gonna take what they give us, or are we gonna strike?" ...I never really thought about it. I had always taken what they felt like giving us. I almost bought papers the day the price went up.
At first, the whole thing seemed like a longshot. Jack was really determined to win and with all the fancy words he was throwing at us (courtesy of Davey) it seemed like we had a chance. 'Course, things didn't start off so great, especially when Spot and Brooklyn didn't join.
My days were routine--get up, watch Jack kick Delancy a**, buy papes, eat, check out girls, sleep. The strike made me realize that we, a bunch of angry, penniless kids, could make a difference. Pulitzer doesn't own us or our world. He may have words, but he was up against something bigger. It was his newspaper against our dream. The dream to make a difference and stand up for what's yours. Our dream was to hold on to what we've got, and make it a better place to live in. We may not have much, but we've got each other--and that's more than Pulitzer'll ever have.
