Sadly I do not own Newsies, Disney does. Neither do I own San Francisco,
MGM does. But I do own Jessica (Dreamer), Footprint, Comet, Drummer,
Lizard, Wrapper, Echo, and Woody.
I dedicate this story to my sister Melissa 1980-1998
Chapter Two
Becoming A Newsie
A year went by and Cub noticed his family was having financial problems. His father just wasn't bringing in enough money to support his family, so Cub decided to help out his family and get a job.
He went around everywhere looking for a place that hired kids, but everywhere he went the places were not hiring, so he decided to try out to become a newsie. He went off to Brooklyn since it was closer to home. He walked about five miles from his house until he found a sign that read Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House. He went inside to talk to the leader. When the other boys lead him to the leader, Pistol, the leader started to ask him some things.
"So youse wanna be a newsboy, why?"
"Because, sir, me families got money problems, and Ise wanted to 'elp out."
"Well Ise guess that's a good enough answer, but whyse come ta Brooklyn?"
"'Cause it's closer to me home, and Ise hear it's a pretty tough gang of newsies, and let me tell youse, I've been known ta knock out a few of ya own boys."
"Oh really now, well wese jus' gonna 'afta see 'bout that."
Soon after, Pistol took Cub to the dock near the lodging house.
"Ok boy, let's see what you can do, if you can hit that bottle and shatter it, with only using this slingshot, Ise swear ta ya, youse can join me gang."
So Conlon positioned himself to where he knew he could hit the bottle. He closed his left eye, stretched out the rubber band of his slingshot, let loose, and hit a bull's-eye, shattering the glass in a split second.
"Youse got spunk kid, I like that. But youse gonna need a nick name."
"Well, me friend always called me Cub."
"No, no, no, that just doesn't fit you... Spot, that's it, I mean you're short, but with your kinda charisma, anyone could pick you out from a crowd. What do ya think?"
"Actually I like it, but it makes me sound small, can wese add me last name so Ise sound a little tougher?"
"What's you're last name, kid?"
"Conlon."
"Spot Conlon, yeah that has quite a ring to it. Well Spot Conlon, welcome to da Brooklyn newsies."
Spot couldn't believe it, he actually got accepted, and he finally felt like he belonged. Sure he always had Jesse, but he never had so many guy friends.
When he got home, he went straight to Jesse's house to tell her the news.
"So Cub, did ya find a job?"
"Well Jess, let me tell ya, youse are looking at a Brooklyn newsie."
"What, but they're so tough, and from what I've heard crude. You're not kiddin', are ya?"
"No, and their not crude, if you only saw them, you'd know, Jesse I've never felt so complete. For once I feel like I belong."
"Oh thanks, that makes me feel a whole lot better."
"I didn't mean to upset youse I just meant that I've finally got more in my life."
"Oh yeah and being a newsie is just so great."
"Ya wanna join?"
"What?"
"Ya wanna join?"
"No Cub, just go on, make friends, I'll be fine."
"Ok."
After cub left, Jesse went up to her room, she felt a strange stinging feeling in her heart, she was losing her only friend. She couldn't stand it. She fell onto her bed, and cried herself to sleep.
I dedicate this story to my sister Melissa 1980-1998
Chapter Two
Becoming A Newsie
A year went by and Cub noticed his family was having financial problems. His father just wasn't bringing in enough money to support his family, so Cub decided to help out his family and get a job.
He went around everywhere looking for a place that hired kids, but everywhere he went the places were not hiring, so he decided to try out to become a newsie. He went off to Brooklyn since it was closer to home. He walked about five miles from his house until he found a sign that read Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House. He went inside to talk to the leader. When the other boys lead him to the leader, Pistol, the leader started to ask him some things.
"So youse wanna be a newsboy, why?"
"Because, sir, me families got money problems, and Ise wanted to 'elp out."
"Well Ise guess that's a good enough answer, but whyse come ta Brooklyn?"
"'Cause it's closer to me home, and Ise hear it's a pretty tough gang of newsies, and let me tell youse, I've been known ta knock out a few of ya own boys."
"Oh really now, well wese jus' gonna 'afta see 'bout that."
Soon after, Pistol took Cub to the dock near the lodging house.
"Ok boy, let's see what you can do, if you can hit that bottle and shatter it, with only using this slingshot, Ise swear ta ya, youse can join me gang."
So Conlon positioned himself to where he knew he could hit the bottle. He closed his left eye, stretched out the rubber band of his slingshot, let loose, and hit a bull's-eye, shattering the glass in a split second.
"Youse got spunk kid, I like that. But youse gonna need a nick name."
"Well, me friend always called me Cub."
"No, no, no, that just doesn't fit you... Spot, that's it, I mean you're short, but with your kinda charisma, anyone could pick you out from a crowd. What do ya think?"
"Actually I like it, but it makes me sound small, can wese add me last name so Ise sound a little tougher?"
"What's you're last name, kid?"
"Conlon."
"Spot Conlon, yeah that has quite a ring to it. Well Spot Conlon, welcome to da Brooklyn newsies."
Spot couldn't believe it, he actually got accepted, and he finally felt like he belonged. Sure he always had Jesse, but he never had so many guy friends.
When he got home, he went straight to Jesse's house to tell her the news.
"So Cub, did ya find a job?"
"Well Jess, let me tell ya, youse are looking at a Brooklyn newsie."
"What, but they're so tough, and from what I've heard crude. You're not kiddin', are ya?"
"No, and their not crude, if you only saw them, you'd know, Jesse I've never felt so complete. For once I feel like I belong."
"Oh thanks, that makes me feel a whole lot better."
"I didn't mean to upset youse I just meant that I've finally got more in my life."
"Oh yeah and being a newsie is just so great."
"Ya wanna join?"
"What?"
"Ya wanna join?"
"No Cub, just go on, make friends, I'll be fine."
"Ok."
After cub left, Jesse went up to her room, she felt a strange stinging feeling in her heart, she was losing her only friend. She couldn't stand it. She fell onto her bed, and cried herself to sleep.