OK…I had considered writing something like this the first time I saw Newsies but never got the chance. I saw it this week again and am more determined then ever to write it all down. Hope you like it.


In July of 1899, Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolph Hearst raise the distribution price one-tenth of a cent per paper, ten cents per hundred. The newsboys, poor enough already, were outraged. Inspired by the strike put on by the trolley workers, Jack "Cowboy" Kelly organizes a newsboys' strike. With David Jacobs as the brains of the new union, and Jack as the voice, the weak and oppressed found the strength to band together and challenge the powerful. Now, several months have passed and things have been running smoothly for the Newsies of New York's five boroughs. But what can happen when a new leader comes on the scene in Queens? One with the brains and the determination to challenge an old standard…and an attitude and a past to completely distract and intrigue Jack Kelly…among others?

Prologue: March 1900

"Jack! Hey Jack!"

Jack "Cowboy" Kelly turned from his right-hand man, David Jacobs, to see their friend and fellow Newsie, affectionately called "Crutchy," hobbling towards them. A lot faster than normal, he noticed. Whatever it was he had to say it must be big.

"What is it, Crutchy?"

Completely winded, but bursting with anxiousness to pass on his news, Crutchy stopped beside Jack and David.

"I just hoid from a coupla Spot Conlon's boys that Mickey over in Queens kicked the bucket 3 nights ago."

Jack hid his shock well. It was big news that Mickey was gone. Mickey James was leader of the Newsies of Queens.

"How'd he go?"

"I think they said new-money-a or something like that."

David nodded his head sadly and looked at Jack.

"Mom and Dad lost a baby between me and Sarah to pneumonia."

"Yea…well…he's gone and they say there's this new guy runnin' things over in Queens now. Name's Finn. Don't know much 'bout him 'sides Mickey picked 'im out himself, right there while he was dyin'.

Racetrack Higgins waltzed over and backed up Crutchy's story.

"I hoid the same. The guys over there trust 'im but they won't say nothin' about 'im. Guy's a myst'ry."

Jack smiled a secret smile. Jack Kelly always enjoyed a good mystery.

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