The White Robe Chapter 16
"all the newsies sayin' you do." caitlin shook her head with her eyes still cast down to her feet. "i haven't even ever lit up a cigarette," she said. poppy eyed her through narrowed eyelids and then nodded.
Broadway Was Waiting For Me [Illustrated]
Celsius had tracked down a newsie, awkwardly passed a penny into the beagle's hand, then took the newspaper he'd been holding. was that how it worked? no one had taught him how to buy papers from newsies.
Kicks' Pumps
Patched tan slacks, suspenders over a shirtless torso, brown boots and a matching newsie hat made night think of a newspaper-slinging paperboy out of the 30s or 40s.
halloween for pumpkin and ghost
"newsies it is!"
The Adventures of Peter Gray chapter 9: Joseph's News
I walked along henry street with nothing but me papa's pocket watch, an old newsie's cap i found in the trash a week prior, and torn clothes even a burlesque dancer wouldn't wear.
Fiery Eyes Act I
I put on my favorite hat, one of those old newsie hats. i love it, and i never go anywhere without it. i put it on my silvery hair and went on my merry way.
My OCs Want You to Vote
Cackled the thirteen-year-old wolf dressed in suspenders and a newsie cap. the older, slightly scarred wolf in a dark hoodie snickered with the flirtatious ocelot, while everyone else raised eyebrows at the immature cub. "what? i couldn't resist."
Chapter 3 - Spring Heeled Jack
I tipped my hat to the pretty girls as i passed them by, i held the hand of the older women when they needed to cross the street, and i passed on what i heard the newsies shouting about to the men who looked like they were going to a place they already
Wasteful Death, CH 07
Bahamel nodded, "a serial rapist, we've been able to keep his presence out of the newsies." "will you let us look at the file?" trembor asked. the bear looked at him, surprised. "what?"
Chapter 1 - Hollow
There, sitting on an old table, kicking his legs, sat a small wolf boy in a newsie cap and old clothes. he was humming a tune that went with the lyrics i had just heard.
The Adventures of Peter Gray Chapter 15: A Day with Gavin
On top of a crate full of papers stood a newsie i knew and loved named bromely, handing out a few rolls to lovely vixens and nice gentlewolves. another pebble flew past me, this time hitting m back knee.
New Century, New Life - A Peter Gray Tale
Such as the smell of holly remaining on a doorway, yuletide garlands and christmas trees not yet discarded into the alleyways, or perhaps a newsie humming carols despite the holiday having already passed.