Newsies Page #9

- Look!

# Whistle blow #

# And "The World" will know #

Brooklyn!

Brooklyn!

# "The World"

will feel the fire #

# And finally know ##

We're gonna strike!

We're gonna strike!

Get back!

Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike!

- Yeah!

- Yes!

Dear me,

what have we here?

Strike! Strike!

It's awful, everyone's calling.

Mr. Hearst, Mr. Benton...

and the mayor,

and such awful language.

The city's at a standstill

and they all blame the chief.

It's like the end of the world.

Oh, dear, I didn't say that.

Extry! Extry! Joe!

Read all about it.

I promised that if you defied me,

I would break you.

I'll keep that promise, boy.

I gave you the chance to be free.

I don't understand.

Anyone who doesn't act

in his own self-interest...

is a fool.

- What does that make you?

- What?

This is my pal, David,

the walking mouth.

You talk about self-interest,

but since the strike...

your circulation

has been down 70%.

Every day you're losing

thousands of dollars...

just to beat us out of

one lousy tenth of a cent.

Why?

It ain't about the money, Dave.

If Joe gives in

to nobodies like us,

that means

we got the power.

He can't do that no matter

what it costs. Am I right, Joe?

I sent for the police.

They must be here by now.

Send 'em in, Seitz.

Send 'em in.

I'm not goin' back

to jail, Joe.

Look at here. Right out here

is right where your power ends!

Shut the windows!

Close the windows!

Stop that infernal noise!

Go home!

- Go home! Go home!

- I don't hear you, Joe!

Go home to your mothers and fathers!

- Go home! You listen to me!

- I can't hear ya!

- Maybe you should listen

to me for a change.

- No, you listen to me!

- No, you should listen!

- Shut the window and shut up!

There's a lot of people out there!

They ain't gonna go away!

They got voices now

and they're gonna be listened to.

Putting me in jail

is not gonna stop them.

That's the power

of the press, Joe.

Thanks for teachin' me

about it.

Those kids put out

a pretty good paper, Chief.

I ordered a printing ban

on all strike matters.

Now who defied it?

Whose press did you use

to print this? Whose?

Well, we only used

the best, Joe.

So I just wanna say,

thanks again.

Hey, fellas,

they're over here.

They're over here.

What'd they say, huh?

What'd they say?

We beat 'em!

All right!

Excuse me, excuse me.

Jack, Jack! It's the Bulls!

It's the Bulls, let me down!

No, Jack, it's over.

- Let's go!

- No, no, no! You don't have to run.

Not anymore.

Not from the likes of him.

Come on, come on.

Hey, Crutchy,

come on outta there.

Uh, remember what

I told ya, Mr. Snyder.

The first thing you do in jail,

make friends with the rats.

Share what

you got in common.

- Uh, Officer, may I, please?

- Sure, kid.

- Hey, Crutchy!

- Hey, guys!

You won't be seein'

much of him anymore.

- Say good-bye, Warden.

- Bye!

Jack, you ought

to have seen it.

He come stormin' into the refuge wavin'

his walkin' stick like a sword.

And he's leadin' this

army of lawyers and cops...

- Who comes walkin' in?

- You know, your friend, him!

Teddy Roosevelt.

The governor's very grateful you brought

this problem to his attention.

I said you might need a lift somewhere.

He's glad to oblige.

Anywhere you want,

and this time you ride inside.

Could he drop me

at the train yards?

Yeah, if that's

what you want.

# Try Bottle Alley

or the harbor #

# Try Central Park

it's guaranteed #

# Try any banker

bum or barber #

# They almost all knows

how to read #

# Summer stinks

and winter's waitin' #

# Welcome to New York #

# Boy ain't nature

fascinatin' #

# When yous gotta walk ##

- One hundred papes.

- All right, Davey.

Thanks.

Jack!

- There's Jack!

- He's back!

Thanks for the advice,

Governor.

Like you said,

I still got things to do.

Besides, I got family here.

This is wonderful!

Hey, Jack, how you doin'?

I told ya, I told ya!

So how's

the headline today?

Headlines don't sell papes.

Newsies sell papes.

Come here, David.

Thanks, Davey.

All right, yeah!

Whoo! Check it!

Whoo!

- Look at Spots!

- Good-bye, Spots!

# It's a fine life

carryin' the banner #

# It's a fine life

carryin' the banner #

# It's a fine life

carryin' the banner #

# It's a fine life

carryin' the banner ##

Extry! Extry!

# Look at me

I'm the king of New York #

# Suddenly I'm respectable starin'

right at ya lousy with stature #

# Nobbin' with

all the muckety mucks #

# I'm blowin' my dough

and goin' deluxe #

# There I be

ain't I pretty #

# It's my city

I'm the king of New York #

# Startin' now

I'm the king of New York #

# Ain't ya heard

I'm the king of New York #

# Holy cow it's a miracle #

# Pulitzer's cryin'

Weasel he's dyin' #

# Flashpots are shootin'

bright as the sun #

# I'm one highfalutin

son-of-a-gun #

# Don't ask me how

fortune found me #

# Fate just crowned me

I'm the king of New York #

# Victory front page story

guts and glory #

# I'm the king of New York ##

# And "The World" will know #

# And "The World" will learn #

# And "The World" will wonder

how we made the tables turn #

# And "The World" will see

that we had to choose #

# That the things we do today

will be tomorrow's news #

# And the old will fall

and the young stand tall #

# And the time is now

and the winds will blow #

# And our ranks will grow

and grow and grow and so #

# "The World"

will feel the fire #

# And finally know ##

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