#Race (newsies)

[military-newsboys]

Jack: I swear on my life. Katherine: I have seen your life, swear on something else.

[yelhsaqi]

is the newsies fandom still alive lol

[wekiaam]

"One for all, and all for one!"

Today marks 125 years since the start of the newsboy strike against The World and The Journal! Here's my revamped version of the strike picture that I made last year!

Last year's version and which newsie is which under the cut 🗞🪧👞

[extra-sketch]

The Newsies

[racetrackmybeloved]

obsessed with how race is canonically smart but also a dumbass.

like, 'hoi polloi' ?? i had to google what that meant and this poor orphan newsboy just threw it into everyday conversation ?? he just casually uses 'gratis' ?? knows pig latin ?? and throws in a metaphor from shakespeare's 'the merry wives of windsor' ??

however he apparently could not figure out what 'statement of purpose' meant. or that the printing press was, in fact, what they print the papes on.

icon

[marvinsbitch]

[whatever-color-of-the-rainbow]

Race: BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm. 

Jack: That is not something you actually have installed. 

Race: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION.

[knockoff-conlon]

everyone who watches livesies knows that half of watching it is just looking at race. he's dancing in the background and you're like "WOW LOOK AT RACE"

[loiteringandlurking]

after the strike, the older manhattan newsies are *ruined*. like, comatose, barely awake, exhausted to the CORE. and the younger newsies are SO full of energy like 'YAYY WE DID IT' and the older newsies can only respond with 'ough' before they collapse onto a table at jacobi's. some of the older newsies have taken to sleeping in the same beds at the lodge because it helps them sleep easier. after jack moves to be with davey working in pulitzer's office, race and albert take over the manhattan newsies, trying to keep the morale up while barely keeping it together themselves. when albert suddenly breaks down in tears trying to get the younger newsies to just please listen to him, the only thing race really knows to do is hug him as tight as he can and try to kiss his cheek as inconspicuously as possible.

of course, it doesn't go unnoticed. it creates tradition and openness within the younger newsies; they feel comfortable crying in front of each other for the first time, and often kiss each other on the cheek or forehead to cheer each other up. when jack comes to visit and he finds such a supportive environment, led by race and albert holding hands and wearing steel promise rings, he's spellbound.

he can't believe that race and albert brought this about.

he's so proud of them because now they can finally be themselves.

[i-got-poisenality]

well are ya stupid or what?

when ya famous

da woild

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✨yer erster✨

[crystaltreebee]

And so the Strike begins

“I think we’ll win this fight all right. I ain’t made 20 cents this week, but I can stand a heap of that and so can all the Brooklyn boys. Don’t you touch Worlds or Journals until they give us a decent deal. We’re putting them out of business fast and they know it.” -Race Track Higgins at the Strikers Rally, July 24 1899

Today 125 years ago the Newsboy Strike in New York began.

Prominent leaders include

Race Track Higgins leader of the Brooklyn boys, who spoke commonly in horse and race metaphors,

Louis ‘Kid Blink’ Balletti, an 18 year old Italian American who was later accused of scabbing (he wrote a Newboy poem because of this),

David Simmons, a 21 year old who’d been selling papers since age 8 who stepped down as union president after being accused of betraying the strike,

Morris Cohen, little is known but he stepped up after Kid Blink and David Simmons were accused of scabbing,

Henry Butler, leader of the upper manhattan Newsies after Kid Blink, was arrested for blackmail for telling executives at New York World he wouldn’t stop the strike for anything less than $600

Annie Kelly, one of the few Newgirls loyal to the strike, she spoke at the rally after being pulled on stage by other newsboys.

[military-newsboys]

Race: It's entirely possible to be relaxed and extremely uneasy at the same time! Jack: No, it's not. Race: You do it all the time! Jack: No, I don't.

[youaintnothinbuta]

I’m so glad I found a person who writes for newsies! Can you write something about Jack being super protective and caring about the reader? They aren’t dating yet but whenever the Delancy bros bother her or another newsie he’s like 🏃 “gotta go protect my girl”

Thank you!!!

“You don’t need to put up with their nonsense.” - jack kelly x reader 

Summary: ^^^

Pairing: jack kelly x fem!reader

Word count: 413

Warnings: none, fluff, probably typosss you know how I am

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You navigated the crowded sidewalk, your focus set on the task that was getting your stack of papes for the day. You dreaded this point in the morning, as the Delancey Brothers were never particularly kind.

As you approached the gates, Oscar and Morris intercepted your path. A pair of mischievous grins painted their faces as they watched you, you knew their snide remarks were about to begin.

“Look who we got here, you lost little girl?” Oscar quipped, a sly grin playing on his face. You startled slightly as he jumped in your face out of nowhere.

Morris joined in, “What's the matter, sweetheart? You’re not scared of me, are ya?”

“Please, just gimme my papes.” You sighed, trying to brush off their comments, determined to maintain your composure. However, the relentless jabs persisted, wearing down your resolve with each passing word. Amidst the taunts, Jack, who had been preoccupied with sorting through a fresh batch of papes, caught wind of the commotion. His eyes narrowed as he observed the Delancey Brothers harassing you, a protective instinct flickering within him.

Without hesitation, Jack swiftly approached, his stride purposeful and his gaze piercing. “What's going on here?” he demanded, a subtle growl underlying his words.

Oscar, ever the provocateur, responded with a dismissive laugh. “Just having a little fun with the girl, Kelly. Nothing to get your feathers all ruffled about.”

Jack's eyes flashed with a mixture of concern and a simmering anger. He positioned himself between you and the Delancey Brothers. “What a poor excuse of a man you are to be picking on a girl like this.”

Morris scoffed, locking eyes with Jack. “Save the hero act. She ain’t bothered, are ya honey?”

You looked at Jack, your eyes asking him not to leave. Jack reached to your hand and took the pennies from you, he smacked them down in front of the Delancey brothers and snatched a stack of papers from Oscar, handing them to you. Jack's hand found its way to the small of your back, guiding you away from the Delancey Brothers with a protective gesture. “You don't need to put up with their nonsense. Stick with me, I won’t let them harass you like that again.”

“Thank you, Jack.” Your cheeks were tinted slightly pink by his words.

As you continued on your way, Jack maintained a protective hold on you, casting a lingering, meaningful glance over his shoulder to ensure the Delancey Brothers got the message.

[wekiaam]

A liiitle King Of New York snippet that I won't be finishing any time soon but it looked sad left unshared in my gallery

Find my other animatics here!!

[theocanhavemyheart]

*in a group chat*

Race: First one to reply is gat.

Race: *gay

Race: Wait...

[newsiesautismfrfr]

Yall I had a fucking dream I was directing a broadway production of newsies and needed to get a cast, well then in the middle of auditions who shows up?? FUCKING BEN COOK, and he comes up and is like “I heard you needed a racetrack” AND IM LIKE??? BEN COOK WHAT THE FUCK???