Santa Fe

Chapter 2: Carrying the Banner and Meeting David and Les Jacobs

(Italics mean singing)

Three months had gone by. Abby was still Jack's selling partner. Once she got the hang of selling newspapers, she'd sell with Crutchy a few times. She was now known as the queen of the Manhattan newsies and the newsies unanimously agreed that Jack was the king of the Manhattan newsies. It was time for everyone to wake up. Mr. Kloppman walked into the room to wake everyone up.

"Kelly? Taylor? Get up! You two dreaming about selling papers," Mr. Kloppman asked.
"Huh? What's the matter with you," he asked in his sleep as his arms were wrapped protectively around Abby.
"What's the matter with me," Mr. Kloppman asked.
"What's the matter with you? Wanna...go...back...to," Jack said while half asleep.

"Come on," Mr. Kloppman said as he shoved Jack and Abby.
"Get away from us, you're mad," Abby said in her sleep.
"Haha. Get up you two! Alright! Carry the banner! Sell the papes," Mr. Kloppman said.

Racetrack got up and started looking for his cigar.

Racetrack:
That's my cigar!
Snipeshooter:
You'll steal another.
Abby:
Hey bummers, we got work to do!
Specs:
Since when did you become me mother?
Crutchy:
Aww, stop your bawlin'!
Abby, Specs, and a few newsies:
Hey, who asked you?

"So, how'd you sleep Jack," a newsie named Mush asked.
"On me back Mush," he answered.

"Haha! Hear that fellas? Hear what Jack said? I asked Jack how he slept and he said 'On me back Mush'," the curly haired newsie said.

"Jack, when I walk, does it look like I'm fakin' it," Crutchy asked.
"No. Who says you're fakin' it," he asked.
"I dunno. It's just that there's so many fake crips on the street today, a real crip ain't got a chance. I gotta find a new sellin' spot where they ain't used to seein' me," Crutchy replied.

Mush:
Try Bottle Alley or the harbor.
Racetrack:
Try Central Park, it's guaranteed.
Jack:
Try any banker, bum, or barber.
Skittery:
They almost all knows how to read!
Kid Blink:
I smell money!
Crutchy:
You smell foul!
Mush:
Met this girl last night.
Crutchy:
Hey! Move your elbow!
Racetrack:
Pass the towel!
Skittery:
For a buck, I might!
All newsies:
Ain't it a fine life carryin' the banner through it all?
A mighty fine life carryin' the banner tough and tall.
Every mornin' we goes where we wishes.
We's as free as fishes.
Sure beats washin' dishes.
What a fine life carryin' the banner home-free all!

All the newsies were headed to newsies square.

All newsies:
Summer stinks and winter's waitin'
Welcome to New York.
Boy, ain't nature fascinatin'
When youse gotta walk?
Still, it's a fine life carryin' the banner with me chums.
A mighty fine life
Blowing every nickel as it comes.
Crutchy:
I'm no snoozer.
Sittin' makes me antsy.
I likes livin' chancy.
All newsies:
Harlem to Delancey.
What a fine life carryin' the banner through the slums

Then, a wagon with nuns came. The nuns started passing out drinks and stale food.

Nuns:
Blessed children though you wander lost and depraved. Jesus loves you, you shall be saved.