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(Speaker walks on stage, stands behind the lectern) I'm a Newsie you can trust. Ain't no denying that. Been hawkin' papes since I was old enough to walk, helping folks catch up on the latest. Been standing on soap boxes on street corners for years. Been strainin' my voice, asking folks to 'Read all about it!' when I can barely reads myself. We all have been. We've been bringing New York the World in more ways than one for the longest time. But none of us, from the littlest Newsie to the oldest paperboy in Queens can remember a time when things was this bad, when we was this poor, when we was in so much trouble. The big war with Spain did u

“It was a mistake,“ his dark eyes were lowered guiltily and a certain degree of regret sounded from his voice. Mary took her brother's hand and held it tightly in hers. Her vain attempts to fight back her tears failed and she gave in to a horrible sobbing. “Of course it was, silly,“ she cried, “It is wrong for a man to love another and you knew that.“ George shook his handsome head trenchantly and with his other hand he wiped away the tears rolling down his sister's cheeks. To Mary's surprise his eyes were completely dry when she looked up and his lips formed a slight smile. “Oh, you are mistaken, Mar