August 1, 1903
Kloppman woke to the familiar sound of someone pounding on the door to his room. "Time to get up, Mr. Kloppman!" A voice rang out from the other side of the door. "You need to wake up the newsies so they can sell their papes!"
"Thank you, Denton," cooed Kloppman; "I'm on my way."
After waking Kloppman, as he did every morning, Denton headed out the door of the lodging house, patting Seymour, the dog Kloppman had gotten to help watch over the lodging house, since he was getting older, as he exited. Demented Denton continued on his way with a spring in his step and a song in his heart.
Kloppman woke to the familiar sound of someone pounding on the door to his room. "Time to get up, Mr. Kloppman!" A voice rang out from the other side of the door. "You need to wake up the newsies so they can sell their papes!"
"Thank you, Denton," cooed Kloppman; "I'm on my way."
After waking Kloppman, as he did every morning, Denton headed out the door of the lodging house, patting Seymour, the dog Kloppman had gotten to help watch over the lodging house, since he was getting older, as he exited. Demented Denton continued on his way with a spring in his step and a song in his heart.