The morning call., 1893-06-04

Say, don't forget me-.
A crowd of little newsboys were stand
ing in the doorway of the malip g-clerk' s
room, while The CALLS Hoe press ratified
off miles of paper that the boys were walt
ing to carry away in the form of news
papers.
1t is not the least use hoping that news
boy will honor reporter with any con-
fidences while plying his trade.
He is right in for business then, and
neither prince nor p0tentate could distract
his attention from a spider-like way he
has of bouncing down upon possible Gus
toners. But when the little fellows are
waiting for papers each of them is perfectly
willing to talk about his experiences and
to tell the truth, the whole truth and moth
ing but the truth, because the mailing
clerk, who knows each intimately. and
who obliges them with credit when they
need it, is there TO correct any discrepan-
cies.
How did you come to sell papers?''
was asked tiny little fellow. who had
clambered upon high table and was si,-
ting there as quietly as mouse.
IL just wanted ter be newsboy." he
ans wered, with the gravity of 20 instead
of only 7.
"But you are TOO small to jump on and
off the cars urged.
"No. ma am" he answered. with fash
of professional pride. Il jumps on when
der cars goin' fast-same as der big
boys"
There is one who can never get on the
cars" said the mailing-clerk. pointing to a
ragged boy of about Is. who limped pain
fully along on clutches, dragging his poor,
useless feet after him.
''Do You make more than the other
boys?" l asked, thinking that his infirm-
ity would bring him kind-hearted custom
erS.
mo. ma'am, make less" he answered,
shaking his head sadly-'two bits day
and many Of the boys makes a dollar.
People wants their papers quick. an !
moves slow"
'He is my brother" said bright-eyed.
ragged little follow of r. Ginning into the
conversation. "Fm lame. too, but not so
bad as Willie. We get about 30 cents Il
day between u.s."
''And how do You spend it?"
Take it home to mother, every cent"
answered both boys at once, and the
younger continued confdentiaily: Were
ten in family. Three of US are dead,
though. and father is often sick. When
he can't work we two boys earns the liv-
ing"
Were you ever at a picnic?" l asked.
thinking that they did not look as if much
pleasure had been crowded into their
young lives.
"No, ma'am, never" they both replied,
evidently without much understanding of
what the word picnic" meant. I've
been to the theater," continued the
younger, John, with the air of one who
did not wish to appear entirely ignorant of
dissipation.
where do you sell your papers ?"
Corner of Market and Montgomery
Streets" replied Willie. John stands a
little ways off,"
II believe those two O'Conners are more
to be pitied than any newsboys in the
city," remarked the mailing clerk in al
aside voice. They cannot get on and off
the cars, and Willie's delormity makes
him crawl along with his head down. If
it were not for few regular custo mers
they would probably starye; as it is. l do
NOT huOW HOW tlley get dlUUR.
Then prominent and successful little
newsboy was brought forward and for
maly introduced as Willie Saunders.
Willie was little colored boy as neat as
new pin he not only wore smart COL
lar, but linen cuffs. "HOw do you do ?''
he observed. raising his hat and shaking
hands with the air of 4 finished gentleman.
I'VE are proud of Willie" observed the
mailing clerk. HE is a power among the
other boys. He makes from n dollar to a
dollar and half day, and on lottery
days as much as SIS. What do you do with
your money!"
Give it to mother" answered the little
fellow. shyly.
Does she save it up for you?" l asked.
'Well, yes," replied the child reflect
lively. what | make keeps mother and
little sister. too. But we have saved
enough for me to 60 to a business college
in six months"
"Oh lots of US go to night school," re-
marked an older boy. smiling at my look
of surprise. I'VE are going into business
when we get too old to be newsboys. Is
that not so. you fellows?"
"You bet," responded the crowd of boys,
enthusiastically, and Willie supplemented
his affirmation with knowing wink
How about tn 0se invitations" asked
an energetic youth, who had just secured
his papers, and wanted to come to an I'M
Outstanding before rushing off TO sell
them.
"Y on must be at THE CALL office, 525
Montgomery street, at 3 O'Clock on Sun
day."
"All right; I'll be there-say," he added,
turning back, will we have a band ?''
Yes; about the best in the city"
Good. You'll see ne there Papers W
and he dashed down the street trying TO
race the car.
SUNDAY. at o'clock. can't be there"
observed Willie. with mournful sigh.
why? You are not selling papers,"
said John O'Connor.
II can't be there" repeated the child,
shaking his head. After a little persuasion,
he gave his reason. "Sundav.school does
not let out till after g."
This little martyr to religion was quickly
comforted by the assurance that he might
come for his ticket as late asa O'Clock if he
chose.
"We'il be there at g." cried the others in
chorus, as though to repudate the idea of
any binding obligations in the Sunday
school line. Come on" they added, 'we
have got our papers. Good-by," and all
the hoys dispersed like flight of birds,
except the O'Connors, who went slowly