Santa Fe

Chapter 7: King of New York and an Angry Grandfather

A day had gone by. All the newsies were at Tibby's. Denton entered with a paper.

"Hey fellas. Hey! Hey! Big time," Denton said as he handed Jack the newspaper that had a picture of the newsies on the front page.

"What you got there Jack," Boots asked.

"Where's me picture? Where's me picture," Spot asked.

"What's that? That all about us," Boots asked.

"Look at that, Jack. You look like a gentleman," Abby while pointing to Jack's face on the newspaper.
"Will you get your fingers off me face," he asked.
"Sorry," Abby answered.

"Where does it say my name? Where's my name," Spot asked.
"Will you quit thinkin' about yourself," Jack asked.

"You got us on the front page," David said.
"You got yourselves on the front page. I just got to make sure you stay there," Denton said.

"So what? You get your picture in the papes, so what's that get you, huh," Skittery asked.
"What are you talkin' about," Mush asked.

"Shut up, boy. You been in a bad mood all day," Jack said.
"I'm not in a bad mood," Skittery said.

"Glum and dumb. What's the matter with you? You get your picture in the papes, you're famous. You're famous, you get anythin' you want. That's what's so great about New York," Racetrack said.

Mush:
A pair of new shoes with matchin' laces.
Racetrack:
A permanent box at the Sheepshead Races.
Spot:
A porcelain tub with boilin' water.
Kid Blink:
A Saturday night with the mayor's daughter!
Abby:
Look at me!
I'm the king of New York!
Suddenly, I'm respectable.
Starin' right at ya lousy with stature.
Jack:
Nubbin' with all the muckety-mucks.
I'm blowin' my dough and goin' deluxe.
Abby:
And there I be!
Ain't I pretty?
Abby and Jack:
It's my city!
I'm the king of New York!
Boots:
A corduroy suit with fitted knickers.
Les:
A mezzanine seat to see the flickers.
Snipeshooter:
Havana cigars that cost a quarter.
David:
An editor's desk for the star reporter!
All newsies:
Tip your hat!
He's the king of New York!
Denton:
How 'bout that?
I'm the king of New York!
All newsies:
In nothin' flat, he'll be coverin' Brooklyn to Trenton, our man, Denton!
Kid Blink:
Makin' a headline out of a hunch!
Denton:
Protecting the weak!
Racetrack:
And payin' for lunch!
Denton:
When I'm at bat, strong men crumble.
Racetrack:
Proud, yet humble.
Denton (Racetrack):
I'm the king of New York! (He's the king of New York!)
All newsies:
I gotta be either dead or dreamin'!
'Cause look at that pape with my face beamin'!
Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it!
But I was a star for one whole minute!
Starting now, I'm the king of New York!
Denton:
Ain't ya heard?
I'm the king of New York!
All newsies:
Holy cow!
It's a miracle!
Pulitzer's cryin'!
Weasel? He's dyin'!
Flashpots are shootin' high as the sun!
I'm one hifalutin son of a gun!
Don't ask me how!
Fortune found me!
They 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!
Frontpage story!
Guts and glory!
I'm the king of New York!