Life of a Newsie (As Told by Spot Conlon)
by: Kristin H.


hey me name is spot conlon, dats right, S-P-O-T, spot, it aint that hard ta say. Now i wanna tell yous a story about me and me pals.

See Im from brooklyn, and its not easy sellin papes there, theres is lots a other newsies out there tryin to find a place to sell, but me and my newsies got all the good places for sellin. See in brooklyn theres is lots a stands were they sell papes in the mornin, so me and my boys we just sit around most a da day and we hafta sell da extras, but we sell mostly to da fish guys so they gots somethin to wrap up they fishes for the people in the mornin. anyways im gettin ahead a meself, maybe i should go back to when i was just a wee feller, maybe i should tells ya how i got me nickname, spot.

i dont even know me mudder, i was just an orphan, the man at the orphanage says me names conlon, but when me mudder brings me to the the orphanage she aint ever given me a name. so then the fellers at da orphanage are callin me spot cuz im just a scrawny feller whos gettin in da ways alot, but dat was many years ago, now i be 16 and i aint as scrawny. I aint such a lil spot no more but the name just stuck. People often try to get in my way and that aint no fun, so i soaks em. Soakin people is what got me to the top, and my friend Jackie boy, he gots a story similar to mine, he dont know his parents but at least the fellers got a name. but dont get me wrong, i like me name, it makes little twirps go runnin wenever theys hear it.

now back to jackie-boy, hes my friend yah but ya know were newsies and its da buisness so we compete a lots. but so jack he comes to me sayin he needs ME to help him with a strike, ok first off hes got this kid wit him thats been a newsie for like a day, and dis kid stands up and talks to me like hes betta then me, but somehow i decide to help em out and even tho i neva wanted to i join the strike, but it was pretty good that mr.hearst is a bastard. anyways wes is fightin and of course we lose the strike, yah i knows lots gos on in between there but you can figure it out, i mean the whole thing was such a crock i knew it wasnt gonna work, jackie boy just dreams to much.

but anyways i besta go now u know me story now and how i came to be, im just still here in brooklyn sellin my papes and theys is costin way to much, but hey what can ya do?



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