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NEWSIES
A Novel by Jonathan Fast
Based on the Motion Picture from Walt Disney Pictures
Based on the Screenplay Written by Bob Tzudiker & Noni White
Produced by Michael Finnell
Directed by Kenny Ortega
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Text and illustrations copyright © 1992 Disney Press.
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be used or reproduced
in any manner whatsoever
without the written permission of the publisher.
Printed and bound in the United States of America.
For information address
Disney Press, 114 Fifth Avenue. New York, New York 10011.
The stories, characters, and/or incidents
in this publication are entirely fictional.
13579 10 8642
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 91-73973
ISBN 1-56282-115-6
This book is dedicated to
Molly Jong Fast,
who is always good news
In Which It Is Decided That
David Jacobs Must Go to
Work
out.
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David rose before dawn next morning, scrubbed
his face, combed back his hair, ate a water roll and
just happened.
Why had he ever agreed to let the Uttle pest come
along?What a mistake!
Two men emerged from the World Building, car-
rying pieces of chalk as thick as broomsticks. Each
one climbed a ladder to a chalkboard the size of a
The boy led his pursuers round and round the statue
of Horace Greeley that stood in the center of Newsies
Square, the broad, open space in front of the World
Building, while the other newsboys cheered him on.
"Go, Cowboy! Ride 'em. Cowboy!" they shouted.
Every time the Delancey brothers were about to lay
their hands on him, "Cowboy" sprang away, vaulting
a hydrant or swinging on the great iron gates like a
under one arm and Les under the other and hurried
after him.
finally.
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They burst out a door, onto the roof, into the cool,
fresh evening air. David was amazed to see that it
was almost a sort of town settled by the homeless.
Every square foot of the tar paper was covered with
makeshift shelters, tents that were nothing more than
moth-eaten blankets stretched across ropes strung be-
tween chimneys, tin lean-tos, and packing-crate ten-
ements. Women tried to calm their howling babies.
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while men stood over fires burning in garbage cans,
cooking cans of beans, potatoes, and oxtail stew. This
vision of despair froze David in his tracks. He re-
the top hat chmb onto the roof and race toward them,
trampUng shelters and knocking people aside as they
came. That made up his mind.
The breeze picked up when he was halfway across.
Finding the temptation irresistible, David glanced
down. He had no idea he was up so high! The car-
riages looked Uke toys and the people no bigger than
ants. He felt dizzy and began to stagger.
"Look me," Jack ordered.
at
top hat and the cop stranded on the roof of the first
That's not the only thing that wasn't real about the
photograph. The background of cacti, desert, and
blue sky was a painted flat provided by a photogra-
pher on the boardwalk at Coney Island, in Brooklyn,
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litzer became a reporter on a German-language news-
paper published in St. Louis, Missouri. He worked
hisway up through every job on the paper until he
was made editor in chief. In his spare time he studied
law. After a brief stint in poHtics, he began buying
small newspapers, which he would build up, sell, and
then use the profits to buy even bigger newspapers.
In 1883 he decided to take on the biggest newspa-
perman of them all, William Randolph Hearst, and
he came to New York and bought the New York
World and its sister paper, the Banner. By pouring
money into it and steaHng Hearst's best men by of-
fering them huge raises, he tried to make the World
the most successful paper in the world. But it wasn't
so easy. Hearst was a shrewd businessman too. As
soon as he caught on to the game, he used the same
tactics, in turn hiring Pulitzer's best men for even
higher salaries. The costs of the newspaper war
had been high and were the cause for that night's
meeting.
Jonathan, the accountant, was reading a report he
had been preparing all day.
"Actual income," he droned on and on, "as well
as projected income against actual operating costs,
as well as projected operating costs, have produced
a reduced marginality of profit, which in turn
—
"Seitz," Pulitzer bellowed, "what in blazes is he
talking about?"
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"Says you need to make more money, Chief," Seitz
responded.
"Of course I need to make more money! But how,
you bloodless blot? How?"
"I have several proposals," Jonathan went on, un-
disturbed by the outburst. "The first is to increase
the paper's price ..."
"Brilliant," Pulitzer said caustically. "Then Hearst
undersells me and we're in the poorhouse."
"Not the customer price, the price to our distri-
bution apparatus."
"What's he talking about now?" PuHtzer de-
manded of Seitz. "Why can't the man learn to speak
English? I did."
"He's talking about the newsboys," Seitz said. "He
wants to charge them more for their papers."
Pulitzer grew thoughtful.
"An increase of a mere tenth of a cent per paper,"
Jonathan went on, pressing his advantage, "multi-
plied by forty thousand papers a day, seven days a
week ..."
"The newsboys won't stand for it," Seitz said.
"Every one of them will head straight for Hearst."
Pulitzer cleared his throat. "As newspapermen,
William Randolph Hearst and I would sUt each oth-
er's throats. But as gentlemen and businessmen, I
believe that we can come to an agreement on this
matter."
"You mean you think you can get Hearst to charge
his newsies a tenth of a cent more too?"
"Hearst and every other newspaper pubHsher in
Strike.
"I don't know any more about strikes than you do,"
David said to the other newsies, who were gathered
around the statue of Horace Greeley in the square,
was his job to approach the old man. Who else had
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the nerve to enter the great bronze doors of the World
Building, dressed in rags, and demand an audience
with the great pubHsher? After a moment's reflection,
Jack decided to bring Les along in the beHef that if
Cowboy Jack."
"Glad to see you're moving up in the world," Jack
said, casing the dark cave beneath the pier. "Got an
ocean view and everything."
"Heh, heh, heh. Very entertaining, Jack. Very en-
tertaining." He snapped his fingers and a boy rushed
to put a cigar in his hand. Spot placed it in his mouth
and another boy rushed to Hght it. "You coming
here — it wouldn't have nothing to do with a certain
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piece of stupidity I heard, about a newsie strike?"
"There's nothing stupid about what we're doing!"
David blurted out, and regretted it immediately.
Spot turned to him, as though seeing him for the
first "Who's this? Your mouthpiece?"
time.
"He's a mouth with a brain," Jack said, "and if
you know what's good for you, you'll listen to him."
He turned to Davy and said, "Tell him, Davy. Tell
him why we're striking."
Spot Conlon's boys were closing in around David
Hke a pack of jackals. Several of them, he noticed,
carried sand-filled socks in their back pockets, weap-
ons that could raise a nasty bruise.
"It seems tome," David began hesitantly, "that
we're a lot more important than we think. Without
newsies, people don't get their newspapers. Papes,
that is. Without newsies, PuUtzer and Hearst and the
other publishers are out of business. We're an indis-
pensable part of the distribution system."
"What's that mean?" Spot demanded.
"Means that without us they're up the creek,"
Boots muttered.
"Well, that's for sure," Spot agreed.
Jack took over. "The thing about a strike is this:
chest.
to win?"
"We'll stick it out," Jack said.
"How do I know?" Spot said.
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" 'Cause I'm telling you," Jack said.
hundred.
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The strike was off to a slow start
this morning. A Newsies
visitor to
Square would hardly suspect that a
crisis was at hand. The scene was
Joseph Pulitzer, newspaper publisher, raises the price the newsies pay
for their papers.
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Jack tries to get fellow newsie Crutchy out of the Refuge.
The newspaper fights back — with bats and chains — against the
striking newsies.
Jack spends the night on the Jacobses' fire escape, where David's
sister, Sarah, finds him the next morning.
The Delancey brothers want to find David. They try to bully Sarah
into telling them where he is.
The newsies overturn the price hike! A triumphant Jack gets a ride
with none other than Governor Teddy Roosevelt!
In Which Jack and David
Try to Rescue a Friend
know ..."
David noticed that all the children who worked in
low.
Now, thanks to this picture, he knew the boy was
a newsie and involved in the strike. If only he knew
his name and where he was living!
AAAAAAAAAA
Get the Real Lowdown on the Newsboy Strike
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out of my way
— to
"Yes, yes, Snyder," the mayor said, "we're all con-
vinced of your devotion to your work. Now please
get on with it."
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"Sorry. Well, the New York Sun was sitting on my
desk, a picture of those troublesome newsboys on the
front page, something Mr. PuHtzer would never print
in a fine newspaper hke the World. I usually read the
World, you see, but somebody had left the Sun in
to myself
—
"To make a long story short," Pulitzer interrupted,
"Jack Kelly is the same boy who escaped from the
Refuge. Thus you have every right to charge in, break
up the rally, and have him arrested. Show that scruffy
lot what happens to those who try to tangle with
direction.
"We've come a long way," Jack shouted, "but we
ain't there yet. It's only going to get tougher from
now on, and that means we got to get tougher too."
The crowd roared its approval.
"But we got to get smarter too," Jack said, qual-
ifying himself. "That's why we got to listen to my pal
Davy and stop beating up the scabs."
Responses from the audience made it apparent that
this sentiment was less popular than the first. The
language of fists and stones was one the newsies
understood well, while that of appeasement and ne-
gotiation was new to them.
Spot Conlon, sitting in the front row, jumped up
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and shouted, "Any scab I see, I soak him, period."
"That's just what they want you to do," David
shouted back. "Then they can say we're just thugs.
Ifwe behave hke them, we're going to turn into them.
That's how it works."
"I don't care," Spot shouted back. "Some of us
just ain't made to take it. I say anybody hurts us, we
one?"
Spot opened his mouth. "I say ..." He looked
around at the crowd, at their expectant faces. Then
he turned back to Jack. "I say . . . what you say, /
say!"
He jumped up onstage and spit-sealed a handshake
with David and Jack.
At that very moment, the pit band began to play
an upbeat number, and the curtain rose, revealing
Medda, the Swedish Meadowlark, in a dazzling white
gel. It flew through the air, end over end, and hit the
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"Good," the judge said. "That should move things
along considerably."
Spot Conlon spoke up. "Judge Movealong, yer
honor, I object!"
"On what grounds?" the judge inquired irritably.
"The grounds of Brooklyn, yer honor!"
The other newsies congratulated Spot on this in-
tricate legal maneuver, but Movealong seemed un-
impressed.
David simply stood there silently, dying with
shame.
"I fine you each five dollars or two weeks' con-
finement in
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"Five bucks!" Racetrack gasped. "I ain't got five
cents V
"I'll pay the fines," said a voice from the back of
the courtroom.
Everybody turned and there was Denton with a
bandage wrapped neatly around his head but other —
than that, looking no worse for wear.
"Pay the clerk," Movealong said. "Next."
The newsies gathered around Denton, thanking
him and slapping him on the back. There was no
question that he was theman of the hour.
"Before you make me the hero," Denton said,
"I've got some bad news." He broke off with a gasp,
because just then the bailiff appeared, leading Jack
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to the bench. His face was bruised and swollen, and
he could hardly open his left eye.
"Hiya, fellas," Jack called to them brightly. "Hey,
Denton! Guess we made the papes this time! How'd
my picture look?"
"None of the papers covered the rally," Denton
said."Not even the Sun.''
"What?" Jack said. For an instant the jauntiness
was gone, and he looked like a frightened httle boy.
"But how? Why?"
Denton couldn't bear to tell him. He turned and
rushed from the courtroom.
"Case of Jack Kelly," the bailiff began, reading
from the schedule. "Inciting to riot, assault, resisting
arrest."
"If I might address the bench?" The voice belonged
to a figure in a dark coat and top hat.
himself.
"He is currently a fugitive from the House of Ref-
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Nigel Snyder.
The other was Jack.
"Where are they taking him?" Mush whispered.
"Only one way to find out," David said. "Meet
you back at Newsies Square at midnight."
The carriage moved off into the night, and David
ran after it. As it picked up speed, he leapt onto the
back of it and hung on tight, trying not to get jostled
off.
you. But defy me, boy, and I'll break you. I have no
choice.
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"Go back to the Refuge and think it over. Give
me your decision in the morning."
his papers.
In Which Sarah Jacobs
Encounters
the Delancey Brothers
people ..."
"Don't kid yourself. The game's over. Nothing I
lenced ..."
"Nobody's silencing this voice!" Jack said. He
thought for a moment. "We're going to have us an-
other rally, but it won't just be the newsies, it'll be
for all the kids working in all the hot, stinking, dan-
gerous factories and sweatshops all over this city."
lose?"
The kids cheered him silently for fear they would
be overheard — although the presses booming over-
head made this an impossibility — and they promptly
went to work.
Denton sat bent over the compositing desk, picking
the tiny pieces of type out of the cabinet and lining
them up into words, sentences, paragraphs, and col-
umns.
David and Les dragged the old platen press out
into the open, oiled and dusted it, and practiced
pumping the treadle.
Meanwhile, Sarah and Jack placed huge sheets of
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paper on a paper cutter and, pulling together, low-
ered the guillotine handle, which was as big as a
garden gate, trimming the sheets down to newspaper
size.
nored.
The newsies had no trouble selling out the edition,
CHILDREN'S STRIKE
PARALYZES CITY
Newsboy Strike Swells into Mass
Demonstration as Children Mob
Newsies Square
interest is a fool."
"Then what does that make you?" David blurted
out. "You talk about self-interest, Mr. Pulitzer, but
since the strike began, the circulation of the World
is down seventy percent. Every day you lose thou-
sands of dollars just so you can beat us out of a lousy
tenth of a cent! That's what doesn't make sense."
"It ain't the money, Davy," said Jack. "It's the
power. If Joe starts giving in, when does he stop?
He's got to hold the line— ain't that right, Joe?"
"Seitz," Pulitzer called to his business manager,
"where are the poHce? I sent for them ages ago. They
must be here by now."
"I ain't going back to jail," Jack said. "They won't
allow it."
Davy?"
David just smiled.
In Which a Copy of the
Newsie News
Lands on the Governor's Desk
few minutes.
Nigel Snyder was immediately arrested for fraud
and for misappropriating government funds. The
children were set free. Those who wanted to could
leave, while those who had no place to go were in-
The Refuge,
vited to stay for as long as they wished.
Teddy decreed, was to be converted into a model
orphanage, a place where homeless boys could enjoy
the best of treatment.
Teddy was charmed by one of the pris-
particularly
oners, a crippled newsboy who went by the nickname
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Crutchy. Crutchy told the governor all about a friend
of his named Cowboy Jack, who had escaped from
the Refuge on top of Teddy's coach. Teddy decided
it would only be fitting (as well as excellent pubhcity),
now that the House of Refuge had been closed, for
this Jack to take another ride, but this time inside
Teddy's carriage, with the press in attendance.
And so, one fine morning a few days after the strike
had been settled, Teddy's special gold-trimmed car-
riage pulled into Newsies Square, and the governor
himself offered Jack a ride.
Now, because this had all been planned in advance
so the press might be present to record it, it was
arranged for the newsies, including Spot Conlon and
his Brooklyn boys, to be in attendance, as well as
Jack's other friends, including Kloppman and, of
course, the Jacobs family.
Jack had decided to make use of the occasion to
depart — in style — for Santa Fe via the train yards.
Needless to say, Sarah, David, and Les were all heart-
broken by the news of his leaving, and they tried
every argument they could think of to make him
stay.
treasure.
"You don't have to run away anymore," Sarah
whispered as she embraced him. "You have a choice
now."
"We won the first round," David added, "but the
fight's far from over. We need you. Jack. Right here
in New York City."
"Maybe that's what scares me," Jack admitted.
He gave them all one last look, then climbed into
the coach with Teddy, who was watching all this with
dehght.
The newsies waved their caps as the carriage drove
rest.
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