Here’s a cameo I’ve waited for a long time to draw: Mary Beth! In a painted board, granted, so to be fair, Mary Beth, you’ll get another appearance in a few weeks, too… But I like this one, and Steven gets hats off for his excellent home brew.
And now, thanks to the excellent Salty Aire, another guest blog entry with some gems of New York history…
Newsies
by Jerry Mikorenda
As we have learned throughout the Sailor Twain saga, newspapers played a vital role in 19th Century life. Nowhere was this more apparent than the Empire City, the epicenter of the newspaper world.
In 1725, the New York Gazette became the first newspaper published in New York. By 1828, 20 other newspapers dotted the streets of Manhattan attracting the technocrats of the day. As a teenager, Walt Whitman worked as an apprentice for the Long Island Patriot. About the same time, William Rockwell, who presided over Lizzie Jennings’s trial, was an editor at the paper.
In 1827, African Americans found their own voice in Freedom’s Journal the first newspaper published for the black community. Lizzie’s father and brothers Thomas and William were activate promoters of the black press serving as agents (salesmen) for various newspapers such as the Colored American and Weekly Advocate.
Newspaper Row at its peak
Because of its proximity to City Hall, Chatham Street (renamed Park Row) was known as Newspaper Row. The New York World, The New York Tribune, The New York Times, the New York Sun, the New York Journal American and the New York Mirror as well as a host of others had offices there. Little did these journalists realize that Lizzie Jennings’s brave stand against segregation took place near their newsrooms.
With waves of immigrants hitting Manhattan’s streets, the need for news continued to grow. In 1865, 54 newspapers were printed in New York City. Within five years, that number grew to 90 papers printing 118 editions.
Getting all those editions into the hands of willing readers was the task of an unlikely lot – the Newsies. They were boys (and a few girls) as young as five or six years of age hawking papers on street corners. With nicknames such as Racetrack Higgins, Crutch Morris, Barney Peanuts, and Crazy Arborn, newsboys were highly romanticized. Making 30 cents a day, they were the poor and homeless children of the city. They often slept under stairs and suffered all sorts of abuses from adults.
King of the Newsies was Kid Blink. Blind in one eye, reporters were fond of quoting him using his dem’s and de’s dialect. In July of 1899, he led strike against Joseph Pulitzer’s World and Randolph Hearst’s Journal. Several rallies drew more that 5,000 newsboys. Eventually, the publishers agreed to buy back unsold papers. The kids won.













D8 Pearl SMASH! Oh dear, a stunning and scary page. I’m looking forward to more, as always!
Oh oh oh ohhhh my.
South, I meant South. In my defense, I’ve had very little sleep!
Great job, Salty!
Whoa!! if there’s any question about where Twain’s loyalty lies, uh, yeah. Sense of duty. What I posted on Monday’s. For the love of Pearl… (gotta stop laughing–but dang, it’s funny ’cause I’m not there!). Looks like corporeal Twain’s remembering his duty to his ship, yeah, to his ship. Gotta get out of there; ghost self will take care of everything. Yeah, right. Who’s the guy behind the barrel? Someone who just happened to be there?
Whoa.
If there was any guess as to which half has his wits together.. it’s the ghosty one. Solid Twain is fleeing the scene!
Oh dear oh dear oh dear this can’t be good! Nice catch Deschutes, I didn’t even notice solid!Twain sneaking off there.
Excellent post, Salty. Do you know who drew the young urchins in the last image? They seem really familiar, and at least one of those drawings is a Jacob Riis photograph (http://www.authentichistory.com/1898-1913/2-progressivism/2-riis/chap17.html).
I’m with solid Twain. Get out of Dodge.
You nailed it with the Riis chapter “The Street Arab.” I think both images are photos, but I don’t know if he took them or not. In his 1872, book “Lights and Shadows of New York Life,” James D. McCabe Jr. also writes about the newsies more as wryly pests than anything else. However, the romanticism was ill placed. Homeless street children were a huge problem. In 1890, 4,600 boys were arrested for drunkenness and petty crimes. Many of them were treated for venereal disease.
Wow! I am floored in all sorts of ways: South is terrifying! One Twain thinks he knows what to do(I have no idea what he is thinking) and the other seems to be skippin’ out(oh NO!). And the my cameo! I am so delighted and and proud to be hawking our beer in South’s realm! I love to think that the denizens of World’s End might gain some amount of comfort and cheer from our beer! Yay! And I love my hat!
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned.
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Thank goodness ectoplasmic Twain has retained all the good sense that corporeal Twain seems to have abandoned. I’m glad to see him stepping forward to help South. I wonder if half a Twain is still useful to her, If ecto-Twain retained all of the best qualities of whole Twain, he may be able to free South’s heart. by giving her the soul she needs – himself, as an act of unconditional love. If by heart, daddy metaphorically means unconditional love, ecto-Twain may still be able to help her.
Thanks Jerry and Wynne for the good background information. The Newsies story about the newspaper strike, is a true David and Goliath event in American history. My first knowledge of the Newsies came largely from the Disney musical of the same name. At first, I thought the movie was a lesser Disney effort, but I’ve come to like the movie more and more, every time I see it. The Alan Menken score was very good, and there are some traces of the Newsie melodies in the “Beauty and the Beast score. Listen carefully at the end of BATB for a slightly reworked “Santa Fe” as background music for Belle’s return to a dying beast. This scene is already emotionally powerful, and the lilting melody of “Santa Fe” makes it even more so.
Santa Fe: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UM0vBaS2KEI
Beauty and the Beast ending: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bzh1d8qFpuY&feature=related
Well said, Teowulf!!!! I’d split too – LOL!!!!
@mermaidan, I saw it just the opposite way — that corporeal-Twain is retaining the good sense (running away is not always a bad thing!) and ecto-Twain might in fact be the one who leads Twain (all both of him) into the abyss into which he’s apparently fallen when we first meet him on Page 1. But of course I’m just speculating.
Actually I am afraid that ecto-Twain is going to go into a “save South at all costs” mode, and that he will somehow offer to sacrifice Lafayette or trick him into losing the heart of his lady, or something.
I love the whole “split” theme and the echoes of “Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.” In a more everyday sense, most of us don’t have actual separate personalities, but it seems we almost like to think of it that way, especially when we’re remembering something awful we did. “That wasn’t me.” “I was a different person then.” I have done this myself and it really does feel like you’re a different person when you act contrary to the “better angels of our nature” as Lincoln put it.
But is it so? Or are we just — ourselves! — just integrated, whole people who sometimes do the wrong thing, and is this “that wasn’t me” simply an almost-instinctive rejection of our bad choices?
One of my favorite quotations from J. M. Barrie is “The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.”
Of course, there are always the situations where you want to do the right thing, but you have no idea what that might be. I hope Twain and everyone else figures it out, but I’m worried!
So much energy in a still picture. And for comfort, I rested my eyes on the cameo. Beautiful, calmly smiling, MaryBeth
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No, no, Twain! Grab your ghosty self! Don’t leave…oh, for gosh sakes!
Really? We have to wait until Friday??? South is amazing when she is fearsome.
@Arabia – I guess I meant tyo say that the compassionate Twain remained, while the selfish Twain skeedaddled. You are very well read.
@Mark – I don’t know if that glimmer of hope, Ecto-Twain has offered to South, is for my sake, but I heaved a huge sigh of relief when I read it, and I appreciate that you are not throwing South under the sub (sub backawards is bus).
Salty, I’ve tried to look up Kid Blink to find out what happened to him later. For a character in the center of his day’s news he seems to have vanished. No date of death or later life or real name anywhere that I looked.
@Daniel & All – Here are three links that offer more information about Louis Ballat (Kid Blink) in one case, by someone who claims to have known him. There is also a possible photo. I could not find any information about his later life.
http://www.freewebs.com/newsies_fanplace/therealstory.htm
http://ny1899.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=manhattan&action=display&thread=2629
http://www.groovygamers.com/forum/index.php?topic=7454.0
If this were a Grimm’s fairy tale, Soul-Twain would kiss South and stay and corporeal Twain leaves his heart & soul behind. (just had to say Soul Twain!
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@Salty thanks for the newsies blog and Kid Blink history. I may have to watch the movie.
@MaryBeth, recognized you right away!
I get it. The incorporeal half is all the love. South literally tears the love out of people when she sings.
Though, I don’t think she did it to Twain intentionally… more that she forgot herself in her oddly musical rage.
Aye, tricky stuff wit dees har newsies. I’ve seen information on Mr. Ballat dat seys he died in 1902. All gullyfluff, dar’s no way of provin if these here facts is true so go wit the best story.
@Miss Kitty – Great play on words! “Soul Twain”
I don’t buy anything like the Jekyll & Hyde divide. As they say, it’s not “plainly” about good and evil. But GR’s explanation makes sense to me. I always thought of the corporeal selves left over after people heard Pearl’s song are like the severely depressed. The way Jacques-Henri talked about it–to me, it seemed like someone consumed by an eating disorder and the kind of obsession and despair of hope that take over when you reach a point in it. I guess addiction might work as an analogy for some people, too. Like a halved soul, you’re not all there.
I wonder how often South comes across someone she really thinks is “The One”–and whose failure to free her heart invokes this kind of rage. By her reaction, I’d guess not Twain is the first in a while! I’m honestly afraid she’s going to start a storm on the Hudson that capsizes the Lorelei or something.
Mere… it seems he was the first, based solely on the reactions of World’s End denizens – their surprise at seeing an un-split being, “her guest,” as it were.
Just a thought.
And GR… wow. Sigh.
OH, ALSO:
From 1887: Cockatoo Flying
Plate 758, ‘Cockatoo flying’, 1887, Eadweard Muybridge (1830-1904); Collotype process; ‘Animal Locomotion’ collection
http://www.flickr.com/photos/nationalmediamuseum/4057432475
GR – that’s an interesting idea…
I do hope it isn’t too late for a cameo? Mary Beth looks beautiful as a pin-up
Hi Emily! Alas, alas… Here’s a secret: I just drew the LAST page of the story! It will be serializing for some months still, but I couldn’t even place all the cameos that have come in… But you can still send to BookPassage@sailortwain.com and I’ll try and make little Sailor Twain cameos to post in the blog. Deal? Thanks for joining the adventure.
The darkness that has consumed South, literally and figuratively, is disturbing, chilling…. What will become of our poor captain now… and everyone else? I keep checking for the new page even though I know it’s early yet!
Hmm. Where did my avatar go? Alas! I hope I haven’t been split, too!
Oh, no, Carol! Do you hear singing?
Always, Lauren! Always!