Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Newsies, except for the ones that
don't appear in the movies.
No More Cedric
"So you want to know what's been going on in my life?" Spot asked. Cecile nodded eagerly.
"Ok, here goes. Well, when I left I had enough money to take a train here to New York City, 'cause I figured this would be a place where I could get a job and stuff. I didn't say goodbye to you face-to-face, cause if I did, then I couldn't bring myself to leave and I had to go, just get away from my life in Boston."
"Why?" Cecile interrupted.
"Our family was over there living on Easy Street in Boston and there were so many poor people. I saw them everywhere, wherever I went and I couldn't stand it. I just didn't belong in the rich life. I couldn't stand it. I wanted to be one of those poor people, Cecile. I know it sounds weird, but I just did." Spot paused for a second.
"So after I got down here, I slept a week on the streets." Spot ignored the gasp from Cecile and continued. "A week passed and one day this guy tried to steal my shoes from where I put them before going to sleep. I put up quite a fight and that must have impressed him, because he took me to see the leader of the Brooklyn Newsies then, Bookie. Bookie took me under his wing and taught me everything I needed to know: how to sell papes, how to fight and how to act like a Newsie from Brooklyn. I already knew how to shoot a slingshot from my childhood days and that has helped me a lot. Five years after I arrived, Bookie turned 25. He decided he was getting too old to sell papes and left to find a real job. He left me to takeover his position, the leader of the Brooklyn and all the Newsies in it. I became feared and respected by various things I did over the years and the rest is history."
"Has anything exciting happened in the history part?" Cecile asked.
"Well, the only major thing that has happened was the Newsies strike. This happened about 2 months ago. See, the head guys at the papers jacked up the price 10 cents a hundred and my very good friend, Jack, the leader of the Manhattan Newsies, didn't like it and decided to do something about it. So him and his boys over in Manhattan got all the Newsies in New York City to go on strike with them and pretty soon the price was lowered." He concluded.
"Who did you go on strike against?" Cecile asked.
"Our very own Grandfather, Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolph Hearst." He said.
"How did Grandfather not recognize you Cedric?" Spot glared. "OK Spot, but I am going to call you Cedric when it's just the two of us." She declared.
"Think about it Cecile. Over the past 7 years I have changed so much that you, my twin sister and best friend, didn't even recognize me. How was he supposed to?" he asked.
"Oh, right." She said.
"Ok, now to the good story. You promised you'd tell me." Spot insisted.
"Ok. Here goes……"
No More Cedric
"So you want to know what's been going on in my life?" Spot asked. Cecile nodded eagerly.
"Ok, here goes. Well, when I left I had enough money to take a train here to New York City, 'cause I figured this would be a place where I could get a job and stuff. I didn't say goodbye to you face-to-face, cause if I did, then I couldn't bring myself to leave and I had to go, just get away from my life in Boston."
"Why?" Cecile interrupted.
"Our family was over there living on Easy Street in Boston and there were so many poor people. I saw them everywhere, wherever I went and I couldn't stand it. I just didn't belong in the rich life. I couldn't stand it. I wanted to be one of those poor people, Cecile. I know it sounds weird, but I just did." Spot paused for a second.
"So after I got down here, I slept a week on the streets." Spot ignored the gasp from Cecile and continued. "A week passed and one day this guy tried to steal my shoes from where I put them before going to sleep. I put up quite a fight and that must have impressed him, because he took me to see the leader of the Brooklyn Newsies then, Bookie. Bookie took me under his wing and taught me everything I needed to know: how to sell papes, how to fight and how to act like a Newsie from Brooklyn. I already knew how to shoot a slingshot from my childhood days and that has helped me a lot. Five years after I arrived, Bookie turned 25. He decided he was getting too old to sell papes and left to find a real job. He left me to takeover his position, the leader of the Brooklyn and all the Newsies in it. I became feared and respected by various things I did over the years and the rest is history."
"Has anything exciting happened in the history part?" Cecile asked.
"Well, the only major thing that has happened was the Newsies strike. This happened about 2 months ago. See, the head guys at the papers jacked up the price 10 cents a hundred and my very good friend, Jack, the leader of the Manhattan Newsies, didn't like it and decided to do something about it. So him and his boys over in Manhattan got all the Newsies in New York City to go on strike with them and pretty soon the price was lowered." He concluded.
"Who did you go on strike against?" Cecile asked.
"Our very own Grandfather, Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolph Hearst." He said.
"How did Grandfather not recognize you Cedric?" Spot glared. "OK Spot, but I am going to call you Cedric when it's just the two of us." She declared.
"Think about it Cecile. Over the past 7 years I have changed so much that you, my twin sister and best friend, didn't even recognize me. How was he supposed to?" he asked.
"Oh, right." She said.
"Ok, now to the good story. You promised you'd tell me." Spot insisted.
"Ok. Here goes……"