Race sat under a tree watching the horse he just bet half his money on
loose terribly. He looked at his paper, which had nothing on it yet. He
never wrote an article before. He's never even though of writing one. But
he guessed it wouldn't matter what he wrote as long as it was funny so he
started just scribbling things down.
'Newsie killed by a Stamped of Three Horses by Racetrack.
By Racetrack Higgins"
Race laughed to himself and kept writing.
'Yesterday afternoon, the body of a dead Newsie was found next to the New
York racetrack, lifeless. Though they can't quite be sure who it is for sure yet, they know for a fact that he was indeed alive at one time. The
young Newsie thought to have been fifteen and has been selling papes at
that spot for no longer then one and a half hours before three horses
started running right toward him.
The Newsie, who goes by the name Racetrack Higgins, tried running away from the horses but the unknown cowboy on one of the horses, Jack Kelly, kept
the horses running right toward the young Newsie.
Further investigation will be done on this case. The workers at the racetrack have told me that the unknown victim was not alone while this murder took place. There was a young man, who name has been said to be Spot Conlon, who was believe to be gambling with me, I mean Racetrack, I mean the poor unknown Newsie, and wo-lost terribly to him as well, Spot told the paper that Race-the poor unknown Newsie always won when gambling and always had enough money to pay off depts.
Jack Kelly just called and told us that it was a great loss to every Newsie in New York and he will be missed dearly. He also said that Racetrack was
the leader of the Newsies's strike and they couldn't of gotten anywhere without him. "He will be missed dearly." Said the Newsie called Mush, "He
was much more attractive then me and much more buffer then I am. And He
always beat me at arm wrestling." '
Race didn't really care whether it all was the truth or not. It wouldn't matter none of his friends would see it would they? Besides all of his friends worked for 'The World' not whatever he was writing for. Race didn't really think of that much. He just stood up ignoring the fact that he was being followed by a dog who he'd been feeding bread crumbs from his pocket.
Race-walked into the café to find one of his friends, Mush, trying to sell Mr. Hunter a paper.
"Sorry, Race, I got here first, just take your papes and leave he's my customer." Mush called to him with a smile.
"I don't want to sell Hunters any papes you bonehead!" Race hit Mush over the head. "The what're you doin here Race?" Mush didn't realize that Race wasn't at the paper stand that mornin'.
"I work here now." Race said showing him the notebook.
"You can work here too if you want, Mush is it?" Hunters cut in.
Mush looked at Race. "Does it pay well?" he asked him.
"Pays more then you can make a week in the streets." Said Race.
"Alright, I'll try it, so what do you do anyway?" Mush asked Hunters.
"Well all you really do is write stories, then I post them in my newspaper." Answered Hunters.
"Is that is? Wow, that's easy." Mush laughed. "When can I start?"
"Right away. Racetrack, can you give em' some paper for me?" Hunters asked Race.
"Sure thing boss." Race handed Mush some of his papers.
"Alright, should I just sit here and write?" asked Mush.
"If you don't want to go anywhere else." Said Hunters.
"Alright." Mush sat down at a table and started writing. Then he stopped and looked up at Hunters. "What am I supposed to write about anyway?"
Hunters laughed. "Anything you want, I don't care, just make it funny."
Mush nodded then looked at his paper. He didn't know what to write but he knew he wanted to get money. So he desided if he just wrote things down it might end up funny in the end.
"Trip to the Moon"
by Mush.
Last week I spent a whole week on the moon, though there wasn't much ta do I found things that might intrest some, but not me. I think the one thing I remember most was the alien I met named Spot Conlon. He claims he is the king of Bro-the Moon but what I see is a little, and when I say little I
mean little, guy with a stick and a slingshot.
As I walked around the moon I started to notice the differences between there and Earth. First off the people are much nicer on Earth, the peoples
on the Moon are always throwing things at you and they all smell worser then a Newsies who hasn't taken a bath in three weeks, or in other words
Racetrack. And I don't know what the use as toilet paper.
I did meet this nice goil who wasn't like the rest of them. She was smart and nicer. But she stayed with Spot the whole time. That is until I took off my shirt cause it got torn by a bush I walked by. Then she was all over me. But that's another story. Anyways, after I went swimming in the river I
spent the rest of the day climbing a mountain. Then I went to see the
Statue of Liberty all the way across New York.
Mush looked at what he has and then he figured it wasn't to bad, didn't make any sence, but atleast it was funny. He went over and put his paper on top of Racetracks then left the café and went home.
'Newsie killed by a Stamped of Three Horses by Racetrack.
By Racetrack Higgins"
Race laughed to himself and kept writing.
'Yesterday afternoon, the body of a dead Newsie was found next to the New
York racetrack, lifeless. Though they can't quite be sure who it is for sure yet, they know for a fact that he was indeed alive at one time. The
young Newsie thought to have been fifteen and has been selling papes at
that spot for no longer then one and a half hours before three horses
started running right toward him.
The Newsie, who goes by the name Racetrack Higgins, tried running away from the horses but the unknown cowboy on one of the horses, Jack Kelly, kept
the horses running right toward the young Newsie.
Further investigation will be done on this case. The workers at the racetrack have told me that the unknown victim was not alone while this murder took place. There was a young man, who name has been said to be Spot Conlon, who was believe to be gambling with me, I mean Racetrack, I mean the poor unknown Newsie, and wo-lost terribly to him as well, Spot told the paper that Race-the poor unknown Newsie always won when gambling and always had enough money to pay off depts.
Jack Kelly just called and told us that it was a great loss to every Newsie in New York and he will be missed dearly. He also said that Racetrack was
the leader of the Newsies's strike and they couldn't of gotten anywhere without him. "He will be missed dearly." Said the Newsie called Mush, "He
was much more attractive then me and much more buffer then I am. And He
always beat me at arm wrestling." '
Race didn't really care whether it all was the truth or not. It wouldn't matter none of his friends would see it would they? Besides all of his friends worked for 'The World' not whatever he was writing for. Race didn't really think of that much. He just stood up ignoring the fact that he was being followed by a dog who he'd been feeding bread crumbs from his pocket.
Race-walked into the café to find one of his friends, Mush, trying to sell Mr. Hunter a paper.
"Sorry, Race, I got here first, just take your papes and leave he's my customer." Mush called to him with a smile.
"I don't want to sell Hunters any papes you bonehead!" Race hit Mush over the head. "The what're you doin here Race?" Mush didn't realize that Race wasn't at the paper stand that mornin'.
"I work here now." Race said showing him the notebook.
"You can work here too if you want, Mush is it?" Hunters cut in.
Mush looked at Race. "Does it pay well?" he asked him.
"Pays more then you can make a week in the streets." Said Race.
"Alright, I'll try it, so what do you do anyway?" Mush asked Hunters.
"Well all you really do is write stories, then I post them in my newspaper." Answered Hunters.
"Is that is? Wow, that's easy." Mush laughed. "When can I start?"
"Right away. Racetrack, can you give em' some paper for me?" Hunters asked Race.
"Sure thing boss." Race handed Mush some of his papers.
"Alright, should I just sit here and write?" asked Mush.
"If you don't want to go anywhere else." Said Hunters.
"Alright." Mush sat down at a table and started writing. Then he stopped and looked up at Hunters. "What am I supposed to write about anyway?"
Hunters laughed. "Anything you want, I don't care, just make it funny."
Mush nodded then looked at his paper. He didn't know what to write but he knew he wanted to get money. So he desided if he just wrote things down it might end up funny in the end.
"Trip to the Moon"
by Mush.
Last week I spent a whole week on the moon, though there wasn't much ta do I found things that might intrest some, but not me. I think the one thing I remember most was the alien I met named Spot Conlon. He claims he is the king of Bro-the Moon but what I see is a little, and when I say little I
mean little, guy with a stick and a slingshot.
As I walked around the moon I started to notice the differences between there and Earth. First off the people are much nicer on Earth, the peoples
on the Moon are always throwing things at you and they all smell worser then a Newsies who hasn't taken a bath in three weeks, or in other words
Racetrack. And I don't know what the use as toilet paper.
I did meet this nice goil who wasn't like the rest of them. She was smart and nicer. But she stayed with Spot the whole time. That is until I took off my shirt cause it got torn by a bush I walked by. Then she was all over me. But that's another story. Anyways, after I went swimming in the river I
spent the rest of the day climbing a mountain. Then I went to see the
Statue of Liberty all the way across New York.
Mush looked at what he has and then he figured it wasn't to bad, didn't make any sence, but atleast it was funny. He went over and put his paper on top of Racetracks then left the café and went home.