The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-08-20
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The scrappy Newsboy ,

[ Back in the soc, before MT. Ford and oAher inventive and commercial. geniuses had founded the industry which has made Detroit famous, the nose-counters were able to find only about a third as many people as now inhab& the Michigan metropolis Even then it was progressive town, however, chuck full of civic pride, and every increase in population was hailed with joy. Still, one person. more or less didn't cut any particular ice. and when a somewhat dirty and tattered youth arrived in Detroit and. took mp his residence therein there were no brass bands to welcome him.
 The name of this kid-his real name, although he was afterwaEd to be known by another monaker-w was Joe YoiinEs He was a nativefof a Ifttfe New York State village, and the fact that he was an offring Of a Frenchman and an Englishwoman might have been slrIhised by an ex- pert hysiognon1ist- if you get me, means a guy skilled in discerning the character and antecedents by the face. The boy was an orphan, but he had been given a good home by a wel1-to-do Syracuse man. Little Joe Eeungs didn't appreciate the good thing that fates had wished on him, however, and was afflicted with wan derlust. He wanted to see what this IT, he flew the coop of his foster-fat CT and hit the steel trail in the general direction of the wild and fwooly.
 Lackingzthe money, and perhaps the inclination, to pay his fare. he .thopped a freight,'' and by slow and devious ways made his Journey toward the land of the setting sun. After he had travelled what seemed to him an inter minable distance, and thought he must surely have reached the coun- try of InjVns and cowboys, he climb ed out from the car in which he had been riding and took a look about him. He found himself in an extensive rail- way yard. and. instead of Indians, he saw a harness bull looming in the dis tance The runaway kid had no de- sire to make closer acquaintance with the officer, so he sI1eaked out of the yards and into the streets of the citys
 Detroit looked pretty good to the pilgrim. and he decided to stay aWhffe. The problem of .eats'' soon confronted him, and. afte4 picking up Bit of the needful by chasing errands. he decided to beco1ae a news boy The railway station seemed to offer the best opportunities for plying his trade
 Now, there was a feeling. amount ing to certainty, prevalent among the Detroit newsies that the~ city had alhtthe newsboys it could support in thes ease and luxury to which such gaxnins are accustomed, and the ap- pearance of an addition to their ranks aroused their aniTnosity Especially was this true of the neWsies ,of the railway station, who were monopoIists and infant captains of industry, and who had formed themselves into d close corporation. The runaway was politely and firmly informed that he was one too many. and advised to skip while the skipping was good.
 ssAw, fergit it, said the runaway from Syracuse. or words to that gen. eraI effect, and kept right on selling papers.
 Among the station newsies there were, of course, a number who enter tained the notion that they were in cipfent John L. SuIIivans, and these took turns in sailing into the poacher on their preserves. Whereupon sev- era1 delighted spectators were permit ted to see a rookus- which had a lot
 more action than many bouts staged between professionals. The new kid handled himself like a master of the fisttc games and one after another he gave the beIHgerent newsies all and more than they had bargained for
 After that the new kid was not dis turDed, and he soon became a. hero among his pals, who looked upon him as about the greatest ever. for age ana weight, in the fighting game. The local sports soon began to sit up and take notices and in Q short time