Newsies Page #3

- Oooh!

Listen, I don't

need you, pal.

But I ain't got a cute, little brother

like Les to front for me.

With this kid's puss

and my God-given talent,

we could move

a thousand papes a week.

- So, what do you say, Les?

You wanna sell papes for me?

- Yeah!

- So it's a deal?

- Wait, hold it!

It's gotta be

at least 50/50.

- 60/40 or I forget the whole thing.

- That's fair.

- A golden opportunity.

- That's fair, David.

What do you say?

It's very fair.

- What's the matter?

- That's disgusting.

The name of the game

is volume, Dave.

You only took 20 papes.

Why?

- Bad headline.

- That's the first thing you gotta learn.

- Headlines don't sell papes.

Newsies sell papes.

- Newsies, right!

We hold this town together.

Without newsies, nobody knows nuttin'.

- That's right. Hey, fellas.

- Look at that angel.

- What a heaven!

- Whoa!

"Baby Born

With Three Heads!"

Get your papes here!

"Trolley Strike Drags On...

For Third Week."

And this so-called headline

drags on for infinity.

The news is slow, Mr. Pulitzer.

The trolley strike's

all we got.

That's all Mr. William

Randolph Hearst has too.

But look how he covers the strike.

Look, look, look!

We'll get a new

headline writer, sir.

We'll steal Hearst's man.

Offer him double.

That's how he stole him from us.

It's not the headlines, Chief.

These circulation wars

are cutting into our profits...

because you spend as much

as you make trying to beat Hearst.

Then we need to make

more profits.

You do not penny pinch

when you're in a war, Seitz.

Victory means everything.

When I created "The World"...

What is that

deafening noise?

Just the newsies, sir.

I'll go have them quieted.

Never mind the newsies.

Where was I?

- Creating "The World," Chief.

- Mmm.

There's lots of money down there

in those streets, gentlemen.

I wanna know how I

can get more of it...

by tonight.

Extra! Extra!

"Trolley strike drags on!"

Extra, extra!

"Ellis Island in flames!"

- Big conflagration!

- Hey, what?

- Where's that story?

- Thank you, sir. Page nine.

Thousands flee in panic!

Thank you.

Much obliged to you.

"Trash Fire Next To Immigration

Building Terrifies Sea Gulls"?

Terrified flight

from inferno!

Thousands of lives

at stake! Thank you.

- Up here! Up here!

- At the top!

Extra! Extra!

Thank you, sir.

Extra! Extra!

You start in the back like I told ya?

Okay, show me again.

Buy me last pape, mister?

- It's heartbreakin', go get 'em.

- My father taught us not to lie.

Mine told me not to starve,

so we both got an education.

You're just makin' up things,

all these headlines.

I don't do nuttin' the guys

who write it don't do.

It ain't lyin'.

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