Disclaimer: I don't own Newsies. Simple as that! ( Please don't sue me. I only wrote this to entertain myself and others; I'm not making any money from this.

Author's Note: I've tried to make this as true as possible, but I had to make up a lot of stuff, so it's not historical.

1900, the turn of the century. The New York newsies were still getting rewards for winning the strike in the summer of 1899. They were finally able to sell back their papers, not having to 'eat' them. They were being thanked; things weren't as bad for the children leaving on the streets. And some personal victories; the Delaney's getting thrown in jail, even if it was only for a short time; more people were buying their papers, even if there weren't any good headlines; girl's even started to sell more, and were able to, without dressing like boys! Needless to say, everything was good in New York. But unfortunately, things weren't going as good in other cities, especially Chicago.
There, the mayor changed everything. He had good intentions. When he heard about the strike and why they did it, all he wanted to do was help. But he didn't, he made everything worse. He forced the owners of apartment buildings to lower the prices so people could afford it. After awhile, the buildings started to fall apart; they needed to be painted, the pipes leaked, the rooms were too cold or too hot, it was too crowded. The owners and the tenants blamed the Chicago newsboys, even though they didn't do anything.
The mayor also made trips to poor areas of the city to give them food. That just took away all the pride any of them still clung to. He offered them jobs, made the people take them, and no one liked them. They worked long days and didn't get paid enough. But what was worse was, these jobs had belonged to children. Children who needed to help their families by making money, or who didn't have any family, but were looking out for themselves. They were thrown to the streets, fired. They were forced to go to orphanages, where they were abused or forgotten, and they were crowded into rooms of 8 to 12, where there were only supposed to be 4.
And the Chicago newsies were all blamed for these problems. "Sure, they didn't do anything, but they're all newsboys, it's their fault" was what people thought. It's in the human nature to blame someone else for their own problems, and the newsboys were stuck with it. And, in turn, the Chicago newsboys blamed the New York newsies. "They started the strike, it was their fault" or "Only thinking of themselves is what they were doing!" were popular ideas in the minds of the newsboys.
And this is when my story starts, on February 9, 1900, when the Chicago mayor gets an idea. This idea is for the New York newsies, the ones from the strike, come and help the Chicago newsboys, because 'they seem to have no enthusiasm', as he said to the mayor of New York. He signed the Declaration of War, without even knowing it, when he simply said, "I'll send some next week. They could get something out of this, too."