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"Not until to-morrow, and he wants to start the rehearsals the first thing in the morning." "Ach! Den dat's differunt alretty yet again, wasn't it so?" and Mr. Switzer winked at the admiring newsboy, and tossed him a quarter, with the advice to get a pretzel and use it for a watch charm. Whereat the boy went into convulsive laughter again.
First-hand notes keep the right color. Make another item for to-night." But the boy had regained his speech and held up a protesting hand. "Don't bother with that old stuff. The fellows said it had been in. Has it?" "Yes." "Anybody else 'round that don't belong to us?" asked the newsboy cautiously, looking about the room for lurking strangers. "Not a soul. What's up?" "Got a good one.
There was the conductor, who though a white man, seemed always to prefer to sit in the section set apart for the Negroes. There was the newsboy, also white, taking up two seats with his wares. "As well as they know me they would go with the other gang. A white man is a white man, and don't you forget it," mused the porter.
By a great amount of persistence I got permission from my mother to go on the local train as a newsboy. The local train from Port Huron to Detroit, a distance of sixty-three miles, left at 7 A.M. and arrived again at 9.30 P.M. After being on the train for several months, I started two stores in Port Huron one for periodicals, and the other for vegetables, butter, and berries in the season.
"Ah!" said the man, taking off his hat, and giving it a brush with his elbow, as they entered the restaurant, as if trying to appear as respectable as he could in the eyes of a newsboy of such fastidious tastes. To make him feel quite comfortable in his mind on that point, Bert hastened to say: "I mean rowdies, and such.
She travelled to Colorado, and wrote a book in praise of it. Everywhere she made lasting friends. Her German landlady in Munich thought her the kindest person in the world. The newsboy, the little urchin on the street with a basket full of wares, the guides over the mountain passes, all remembered her cheery voice and helpful words.
Now there would be no danger of any one spiriting her away while she was gone, and no danger that the girl might wake up and depart in her absence. She stopped a newsboy on his way to the subway and bought a paper, thrilling at the thought that there might be something in it about the girl who lay asleep in her little hall bedroom.
A newsboy raised a Gregorian chant as he went down the street. "By George, Sam," Jadwin said again, "do you know that a whole pile of that wheat has got to go to Europe before July? How have the shipments been?" "About five millions a week." "Why, think of that, twenty millions a month, and it's let's see, April, May, June, July four months before a new crop.
Bines spoke to her, while Percival bought a morning paper from a tiny newsboy, who held his complete attire under one arm, his papers under the other, and his pennies in his mouth, keeping meantime a shifty side-glance on the policeman a block away, who might be expected to interfere with his contemplated plunge. "That poor soul's been there all night," said Mrs. Bines.
After a while some newsboy told him that the war was over, and he was glad, because it meant that Peat Brothers, publishers, would get out their new edition of "Spinoza's Improvement of the Understanding."
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