Newsies Page #6

son-of-a-gun #

# Don't ask me how

fortune found me #

# Fate just crowned me

now I'm king of New York #

# Look and see

once a piker #

# Now a striker

I'm the king of New York #

# Victory front page story #

# Guts and glory

I'm the king of New York ##

- Let's have some ideas.

- We gotta show people where we stand.

So we gotta stay

in the papes.

My paper's the only one printin'

any strike news so far.

So we should do somethin'

that's so big...

the other papers are gonna

feel stupid if they ignore us.

- Yeah.

- Like a rally.

A newsie rally with all the kids

from all over New York.

We'll make it the biggest, loudest,

noisiest blowout this town's ever seen.

We'll send a message

to the big boys.

- I'll give 'em a message.

- Yeah.

There's a lot of us

and we ain't goin' away.

We'll fight until doomsday

if it means we get a fair shake.

I'll fight to that.

Hey, you guys,

to our man Denton.

- Oh!

- To our man Denton!

Heya, Mr. Snyder,

how was your supper?

Hey, that's Jack.

He looks just like

his self.

- You know this boy?

- No, naw!

You have a famous friend, this Jack.

Do you know where he lives?

I never heard of him, honest.

It's this brain.

It's always makin' mistakes.

It's got a mind

of its own.

Can I get you anything

else, Mr. Snyder?

Good-bye, Mr. Snyder.

So'd I spell it right,

Kloppman?

Very good.

That's very good.

I like it. Yeah.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

You have a boy who

calls himself Jack Kelly?

- I wish to see him.

- Jack Kelly?

Jack... Never heard of him.

Never heard of him.

Any of you boys ever

heard of Jack Kelly?

That's unusual name

for these parts.

Oh, you mean Jack Kelly!

Yeah, he was here.

But he put an egg in

his shoe and beat it.

I have reason to believe

that he is an escaped prisoner,

possibly dangerous.

Oh! Dangerous?

I better look in my files.

Oh, this way, please.

Give to the

newsie strike fund, mister?

Huh?

Did you sleep out there

all night?

Yeah.

Why didn't you

wake us up?

Well, I didn't want

to disturb nobody.

Anyway, it's like

the Waldorf out here,

great view and cool air.

Go up on the roof.

- Are you hungry?

- Yeah.

Good, 'cause

I made you breakfast.

Papa's so proud

of you and David.

You should hear him

talking about Jack Kelly,

the strike leader who occasionally

takes his meals with us.

This is one strike leader who's gonna

be very happy when it's all over.

I can get outta here

and go to Santa Fe.

I mean, there's nothin'

for me to stay for, is there?

You should see Santa Fe.

Everything's different there.

It's all bigger.

You know, the desert

and the sky and the sun.

It's the same sun

as here.

Yeah, just looks different.

I should...

get ready for work!

Sarah, I'm just

not used to havin'...

whether I stay or go

matter to anybody.

I'm not sayin'

it should matter to you.

I'm just sayin', um...

But does it... matter?

Of course,

the city is very concerned...

that this event doesn't

get out of hand, but...

Chief?

We can't just charge in

and break it up, Mr. Pulitzer.

- We've got no legal cause.

- Legal cause!

Would the fact that this rally

is organized by an escaped criminal...

be cause enough, Mayor?

Escaped criminal?

Fugitive from

one of your prisons.

Convicted thief.

He's been living at large

under the alias of Jack Kelly.

- What's his real name?

- Sullivan.

Francis Sullivan,

Your Honor, I would've caught

him before now, but...

You know Warden Snyder,

don't you, Mayor?

I believe you know him

because you... appointed him.

Yes.

If this boy

is a fugitive,

- then the chief can quietly arrest him.

- No, no, no.

Not quietly.

Not quietly!

I want an example made.

I want this rabble he's roused

to see what happens...

to those who would dare to...

They should see justice

in action.

- Arrest him at the rally.

- By the way, Mayor,

I'm having a few friends

for cards tonight,

newspaper friends,

Willie Hearst, Gordon Bennett.

Perhaps you'll join us.

Talk about the...

coming election.

I'd be honored.

Carryin' the banner!

Carryin' the banner!

You know the boys, Mayor.

This is Mr. Bennett

of"The Tribune."

- Mr. Taylor of"The Times."

- Nice to see you.

- Of course, you know Mr. Hearst.

- Of course.

This is a new member of

our little group, Mr. Gammon.

- He just came back from Europe.

- Welcome home.

Mr. Gammon owns, what?

"The New York Sun."

Cigar, sir?

We've come a long way,

but we ain't there yet.

Maybe it's only gonna

get tougher from now on.

But that's fine.

We'll just get tougher with it.

But also,

also we gotta get smart...

- and start listenin' to my pal, David,

- Yeah!

Who says,

"Stop soaking the scabs."

What are we supposed to do

to the bums, kiss 'em?

Any scab I see,

I soak 'em, period.

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

No! That's what

they want us to do.

If we get violent,

it's playin' into their hands.

They're gonna be

playing with my hands.

This ain't what they say,

it's what we say.

Nobody ain't gonna listen

to us, unless we make 'em.

You got no brains!

We're starting to fight each other,

it's just what the

big shots wanna see.

That we're street trash,

street rats with no brains,

no respect for nothin'

including ourselves.

So here's how it is. If we don't

act together, we're nothin'.

If we don't stick together,

can't trust each other,

then we're nothin'.

- Tell 'em, Jack!

- So, what's it gonna be?

We're with you, Jack.

So what do you say, Spot?

I say that what you say...

is what I say.

- Yeah! Yeah!

- All right!

# High times, hard times #

# Sometimes the livin'

is sweet #

# And sometimes

there's nothin' to eat #

# But I always lands

on my feet #

# So when there's dry times #

# I wait for high times

and then #

# I put on my best

and I stick out my chest #

# And I'm off

to the races again #

Oh, Medda!

Hello, newsies?

What's new?

# So your old lady

don't love you no more #

# So you're afraid there's

a wolf at your door #

# So you got street rats

that scream in your ear #

# You win some

you lose some, my dear #

# Oh, high times

hard times #

# Sometimes the livin'

is sweet #

# And sometimes

there's nothin' to eat #

# But I always lands

on my feet #

# So when there's dry times #

# I wait for high times

and then #

# I put on my best

and I stick out my chest #

# And I'm off

to the races again #

- # I put on my best #

- # I put on my best #

- # Yes, I stick out my chest #

- # I stick out my chest #

- # And I'm off #

- # And I'm off #

# And I'm off

to the races again ##

Excuse me, aren't you

Warden Snyder?

Bryan Denton of"The Sun."

How do you do, sir?

I heard about your wonderful

work with the children.

I wondered if I might

get an interview.

- Jack!

- Hi, David.

- It's Snyder.

- What?

It's Snyder... right there.

Let me get that correct.

"Snider" as in snide?

Smile, sir.

Medda, thanks.

I gotta run.

Hurry.

No!

No! For God's sake!

He's just a child.

Why don't you pick on

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