If you don't speak Newsies let me explain, (and then go get the movie, because you are missing out on Christian Bale singing and dancing, and does anything get better then that? I think not). I am on day 2 of delivering the New York Times, to the students of the Brimhall building. This means me getting up at the crack of dawn to deliver the headlines to the people (Because some people still read print?). I am doing it because it works as a fund raiser for SPJ (Society of Professional Journalist, yes I am a member and a professional one at that) and it sure beats washing dishes.
My newspapers are cheap, they are less then two for a penny, and Weasel, doesn't make me eat them after, I get to recycle them. Even with the papes being free I had 40 papes left over. I know I am no Jake Kelley yet but by the end of the week I am hoping. Maybe the headlines can help me, I just need a good assassination, an earthquake or a war, but hopefully not a crooked politician, because, stupid, that ain't news no more!
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