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I walked into the Brooklyn Lodging House, following my nose to the room where we played cards. It had the same distinct smell of men sweating a..

Spot woke me the next morning by setting a tin cup of fragrant coffee on my nightstand, and chucking me on the chin as my eyes fluttered open. I..

Blink, Race, Mush, Crutch, Spot and I sealed the deal in their card room, which still smelled of smoke and man-sweat. I wasn’t sure that ..

Once in the alley, I carefully tucked my hair into my cap, rubbing a little dirt onto my face so that I was less recognizable. I melted into th..

Now came the wait. I didn’t know where Mrs. Hawkins was, or if would even be able to properly mug her. And if I would be able to, who sai..

Spot seemed to be purposefully making us miss the curfew, which was fine by me. Missing the curfew with Spot often meant Carrying the Banner wi..

It was easy enough to find the Jeweler´s, as it had an awning, on which hung the sign, “McGuire’s Jeweler’s” I qui..

A immigrant girl from Ireland becomes good friends with a rag-tag group of Newsies.

the set-up for the novel, hundreds of years ago

A beautiful baby was born to the High King and Queen. Her tiny, perfect face was white as snow, as was her hair. One might say that she was an ..