listen i swear i’ll stop posting about this soon but man. imagine seeing a female character do something brave and kind out of the goodness of her heart and her own sense of justice, and your takeaway is that she must just be poorly written because no woman would ever do that. wild.
It's actually quite funny because there were female reporters, I will give you that the vast majority of women in the sphere of newspapers were mostly doing social columns about society or other 'feminine' things but there were a handful who did break out of the social pages like Katherine. The example I'm going to use here is Nellie Bly who also wrote for The World. This woman went undercover in a mental asylum in order to show the neglect that many women faced, it is different to what Katherine did but she was inevitably accused of hating men until she got married on the down low. So yes, a woman would.
Here is a link to the book she wrote on her time going undercover for her investigative reporting and below are some newspaper articles written about her from the time.
Mccabe, Lida R. "The Story of Nellie Bly." Bismarck Tribune [Dakota Territory], 24 Sept. 1891, p. 4.
"Plucky Nellie Bly." North American, 7 Mar. 1890
"NELLIE BLY is a young newspaper woman." Milwaukee Daily Sentinel, 25 Mar. 1890.
roped in the professionals because no one should be speaking such half formed misogynist slop without doing research on the matter or citing any sources. women’s stories matter!!! ty @who-is-the-king-of-new-york 🩷
I’m so glad that people still post about newsies. It’s been THIRTY THREE YEARS since they made the movie and people are still talking about it. As they should be!! I will be on my deathbed talking about Spot Conlon the little Irish boy who lead dozens of beefy Brooklyn men for some reason and Christian Bales funny accent and the random fanblade spinning in King of New York and Blood Drips Heavily on Newsies Square the subversive B-movie the cast made during filming and how it’s Lynchian and brilliant and how Christian Bales never wanted to do a musical again and the movie BOMBED but since then it been on broadway and we’re still talking about it!!!!
The Passion of Our Lord Jack Kelly Christ Superstar, According to David
Jacobs 18:1-19:42
Jack went out with his disciples across the Hudson valley to a place where there was a garden, which he and his disciples entered. Now Jesdus, who betrayed him, also knew the place, because Jack often met there with his disciples. So Jesdus brought a detachment of scabs together with bulls from the Newspapers, and they came there with lanterns and torches and weapons. Then Jack, knowing all that was to happen to him, came forward and asked them, "Whom are you looking for?" They answered, "Jack of Kelly." Jack replied, "I am he." Jesdus, who betrayed him, was standing with them. When Jack said to them, "I am he," they stepped back and fell to the ground. Again he asked them, "Whom are you looking for?" And they said, "Jack of Kelly." Jack answered, "I told you that I am he. So if you are looking for me, let these men go." This was to fulfill the word that he had spoken, "I did not lose a single one of those whom you gave me." Then Racetrack, who had a sword, drew it, struck the Spider’s employee and cut off his right ear. Jack said to Racetrack, "Put your sword back into its sheath. Am I not to drink the cup that the Father has given me?"
So the bulls arrested Jack and bound him. First they took him to Snyder, the Spider that year. Snyder was the one who had advised the Newsies that it was better to have one person die for the people.
Racetrack and another newsie followed Jack. Since that newsie was known to the Spider, he went with Jack into the courtyard of the Spider, but Racetrack was standing outside at the gate. So the other newsie, who was known to the Spider, went out, spoke to the woman who guarded the gate, and brought Racetrack in. The woman said to Racetrack, "You are not also one of this man's disciples, are you?" He said, "I am not." Now the scabs and the bulls had made a charcoal fire because it was cold, and they were standing around it and warming themselves. Racetrack also was standing with them and warming himself.
Then the Spider questioned Jack about his newsies and about his teaching. Jack answered, "I have spoken openly to the people; I have always taught in lodging-houses and in the theater, where all the Newsies come together. I have said nothing in secret. Why do you ask me? Ask those who heard what I said to them; they know what I said." When he had said this, one of the bulls standing nearby struck Jack on the face, saying, "Is that how you answer the Spider?" Jack answered, "If I have spoken wrongly, testify to the wrong. But if I have spoken rightly, why do you strike me?"
Now Racetrack was standing and warming himself. They asked him, "You are not also one of his disciples, are you?" He denied it and said, "I am not." One of the employees of the Spider, a relative of the man whose ear Racetrack had cut off, asked, "Did I not see you in the garden with him?" Again Racetrack denied it, and at that moment the bell rang.
Then they took Jack from Snyder to Roosevelt’s headquarters. It was early in the morning. They themselves did not enter the headquarters, so as to avoid ritual defilement and to be able to Strike. So Roosevelt went out to them and said, "What accusation do you bring against this man?" They answered, "If this man were not a criminal, we would not have handed him over to you." Roosevelt said to them, "Take him yourselves and judge him according to your law." The Newsies replied, "We are not permitted to put anyone to death." (This was to fulfill what Jack had said when he indicated the kind of death he was to die.)
Then Roosevelt entered the headquarters again, summoned Jack, and asked him, "Are you the King of New York?" Jack answered, "Do you ask this on your own, or did others tell you about me?" Roosevelt replied, "I am not a Newsie, am I? Your own nation and the Spider have handed you over to me. What have you done?" Jack answered, "My kingdom is not from this world. If my kingdom were from this world, my followers would be fighting to keep me from being handed over to the Newsies. But as it is, my kingdom is not from here." Roosevelt asked him, "So you are a king?" Jack answered, "You say that I am a king. For this I was born, and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice." Roosevelt asked him, "What is truth?"
After he had said this, he went out to the Newsies again and told them, "I find no case against him. But you have a custom that I release someone for you at the Strike. Do you want me to release for you the King of New York?" They shouted in reply, "Not this man, but Weisel!" Now Weisel was a bandit.
Then Roosevelt took Jack and had him flogged. And the bulls wove a crown of papes and put it on his head, and they dressed him in a purple cap. They kept coming up to him, saying, "Hail, King of New York!" and striking him on the face. Roosevelt went out again and said to them, "Look, I am bringing him out to you to let you know that I find no case against him." So Jack came out, wearing the crown of papes and the purple cap. Roosevelt said to them, "Here is the man!" When the Spider and the scabs saw him, they shouted, "Crucify him! Crucify him!" Roosevelt said to them, "Take him yourselves and crucify him; I find no case against him." The Newsies answered him, "We have a law, and according to that law he ought to die because he has claimed to be the Son of Manhattan."
Now when Roosevelt heard this, he was more afraid than ever. He entered his headquarters again and asked Jack, "Where are you from?" But Jack gave him no answer. Roosevelt therefore said to him, "Do you refuse to speak to me? Do you not know that I have power to release you, and power to crucify you?" Jack answered him, "You would have no power over me unless it had been given you from above; therefore the one who handed me over to you is guilty of a greater sin." From then on Roosevelt tried to release him, but the Newsies cried out, "If you release this man, you are no friend of the Papes. Everyone who claims to be a king sets himself against the Papes."
When Roosevelt heard these words, he brought Jack outside and sat on the judge's bench at a place called The Newsie Square. Now it was the day of Organizing for the Strike; and it was about noon. He said to the Newsies, "Here is your King!" They cried out, "Away with him! Away with him! Crucify him!" Roosevelt asked them, "Shall I crucify your King?" The Newsies answered, "We have no king but the Papes." Then he handed him over to them to be crucified.
So they took Jack; and carrying the cross by himself, he went out to what is called The Place of the Skull, which in Hebrew is called Golgotha. There they crucified him, and with him two others, one on either side, with Jack between them. Roosevelt also had an inscription written and put on the cross. It read, "Jack of Kelly, the King of New York." Many of the Newsies read this inscription, because the place where Jack was crucified was near the city; and it was written in Hebrew, in Latin, and in Greek. Then the Spider said to Pilate, "Do not write, 'The King of New York,' but, 'This man said, I am King of New York.'" Roosevelt answered, "What I have written I have written." When the bulls had crucified Jack, they took his clothes and divided them into four parts, one for each bull. They also took his vest; now the vest was seamless, woven in one piece from the top. So they said to one another, "Let us not tear it, but cast lots for it to see who will get it." This was to fulfill what the scripture says,
"They divided my clothes among themselves,
and for my clothing they cast lots."
And that is what the bulls did.
Meanwhile, standing near the cross of Jack were Medda, Sarah, and Katherine. When Jack saw Medda and Davey standing beside her, he said to Medda, "Woman, here is your son." Then he said to Davey, "Here is your mother." And from that hour Davey took her into his own home.
After this, when Jack knew that all was now finished, he said (in order to fulfill the scripture), "I am thirsty." A jar full of seltzer was standing there. So they put a sponge full of the seltzer on a rolled up pape and held it to his mouth. When Jack had received the seltzer, he said, "It is finished." Then he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
Since it was the day of Organizing, the Newsies did not want the bodies left on the cross during the strike, especially because that strike was a day of great solemnity. So they asked Roosevelt to have the legs of the crucified men broken and the bodies removed. Then the bulls came and broke the legs of the first and of the other who had been crucified with him. But when they came to Jack and saw that he was already dead, they did not break his legs. Instead, one of the bulls pierced his side with a spear, and at once blood and curdled coffee came out. (He who saw this has testified so that you also may believe. His testimony is true, and he knows that he tells the truth.) These things occurred so that the scripture might be fulfilled, "None of his bones shall be broken." And again another passage of scripture says, "They will look on the one whom they have pierced."
After these things, Dalton, who was a disciple of Jack, though a secret one because of his fear of the Newsies, asked Roosevelt to let him take away the body of Jack. Roosevelt gave him permission; so he came and removed his body. He took the body of Jack and wrapped it with the spices in newspapers, according to the burial custom of the Newsies. Now there was a garden in the place where he was crucified, and in the garden there was a new tomb in which no one had ever been laid. And so, because it was the day of Organizing, and the tomb was nearby, they laid Jack there.
When they had come near the lodging house and had reached Lower Manhattan, at the bridge of Brooklyn, Jack sent two disciples, saying to them, “Go into the borough ahead of you, and immediately you will find a horsey tied, and a smaller horsey with her; untie them and bring them to me. If anyone says anything to you, just say this, ‘The Lord Jack Kelly Christ Superstar needs them.’ And he will send them immediately.” This took place to fulfill what had been spoken through the prophet, saying, “Tell the daughter of the King of New York, Look, your king is coming to you, humble, and mounted on a horsey, and on a small horsey, the baby of a horsey.” The disciples went and did as Jack had directed them; they brought the horsey and the smaller horsey, and put their papes on them, and he sat on them. A very large crowd spread their papes on the road, and others cut branches from the trees and spread them on the road. The crowds that went ahead of him and that followed were shouting, “Hosanna to the Son of Jeck! Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord! Hosanna in the highest heaven!” When he entered Manhattan, the whole city was in turmoil, asking, “Who is this?” The crowds were saying, “This is the prophet Jesdus of New York.”
Hey Newsies Fandom, LETS TALK LODGING HOUSES (by someone who wrote a 13 page essay on them for a university class)
I’ve recently delved into the world of Newsies Fanfiction and I’ve been going a little crazy over some of the representation of the Lodging House so I thought I’d offer up some FACTS regarding some things I’ve seen. For this I’m going to focus on the N°9 Duane Street Lodging-House.
(If you want a basic idea without doing too much research or reading this post, just go watch the 1992 Newsies, it’s not perfectly accurate but it’s close enough.)
THE LAYOUT: the lodging house itself was 6-7 floors. The first floor was rented out to shops like some apartment buildings.
Floor 2: The second floor consisted of a large dining-room “where nearly two hundred boys can sit down at table” (Campbell et al, 1897, 122), as well as a kitchen, laundry room, store-room, servant’s room and living quarters for the lodging’s superintendent and their family.
Floor 3: The third floor contained the school-room as well as washrooms, leaving the two top floors for the dormitories.
Floor 4-5: Each dormitory was “furnished with from fifty to one hundred beds” (Campbell et al, 1897) with spring mattresses and plenty of comforters. There were also “private rooms” which were squared spaces quartered off by curtains for privacy. These beds, though more expensive, were almost ALWAYS filled.
A couple different sources mention the lodging house having a gymnasium (with a trapeze) but they can’t seem to agree exactly where the gymnasium was. My guess is it was on the 6th floor as mentioned in an article by The Journal. The attic was used as extra space for the winters when the dormitories were full.
COSTS: lodging was 6 CENTS (or 10 for a “private room”) and meals (breakfast and dinner) were the same price. Boys could have as many helpings of a mean as they wanted! Without paying extra! From what I could tell they didn’t serve lunch because the afternoon paper came out around noon and most boys just picked up something while they were out so they wouldn’t miss a prime selling time.
(Don’t forget that most papers cost 1¢ for customers so a newsie would only have to sell 6 papers to stay the night or get a meal)
AMENITIES: THEY. HAD. SHOWERS. They had access to both hot and cold water and free towels. Boys were expected to wash up after entering the lodging house. Also, as mentioned, there was a laundry room. From my understanding it was most often used to clean the sheets of the beds which were used every day, but there were also boys said to be around helping with chores, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they were also able to wash their clothes there when they wanted.
There was also a free clothes ‘closet’ with donated clothing for boys to access. It seemed most boys chose not to make use of it out of pride, but it didn’t go UNUSED. When a kid really needed stuff they would give it to them.
SCHOOLING: boys staying at the lodging house who did not receive a pass to stay out late were expected to attend the night school held there from 7:30-9. During the day the lodging house also held trades classes and other such courses for those who couldn’t attend a full day of school for whatever reason.
There’s so much more but that’s the basics of it and some of the stuff I’ve seen people get wrong (both in fanfics AND here on Tumblr) I’ve added photos from the Lodging house as well as some links of interest for those who want to go do their own research.
No. 9 Duane Street, The Newsboys' Lodging House history site.
Campbell, H., Knox, T. W., & Byrnes, T. (1897). NEW YORK NEWSBOYS-- WHO THEY ARE, WHERE THEY COME FROM, AND HOW THEY LIVE-- THE WAIFS AND STRAYS OF A GREAT CITY. In Darkness and Daylight; or Lights and Shadows of New York Life; A Pictoral Record of Personal Experiences by Day and Night in the Great Metropolis (pp. 111–138). essay, Hartford, Conn. The Hartford Publishing Company. Retrieved November 23, 2024, from https://archive.org/details/darknessdaylight00campuoft/page/137/mode/1up.
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^ Chapter IV: NEW YORK NEWSBOYS— WHO THEY ARE, WHERE THEY COME FROM, AND HOW THEY LIVE— THEY WAIFS AND STRAYS OF A GREAT CITY.
Riis, J. A. (1890). How The Other Half Lives. Charles Scribner’s Sons. November 23, 2024, https://www.gutenberg.org/files/45502/45502-h/45502-h.htm#Page_82
^Chapter XVII: The Street Arab
Riis, J. A. (1908). The Children of the Poor. Charles Scribner’s Sons. November 23, 2024, https://www.gutenberg.org/files/32609/32609-h/32609-h.htm#Page_122
^Chapter XIV: The Outcast and the Homeless
Smallest saving bank in the world. (1896, February 16). The Journal, pp. 19–19. Retrieved November 23, 2024, from https://www.loc.gov/resource/sn84031792/1896-02-16/ed-1/?q=Great+Depression&sp=19&st=image&r=-0.421,0.085,1.842,1.398,0.
New York [N.Y.]
The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Children Of The Poor, by Jacob A. Riis.
How the Other Half Lives, by Jacob A. Riis: a Project Gutenberg eBook.
Uksies!Buttons: Tadhg McCarthy. Got his nickname from the phrase “has his buttons in order,” meaning he’s hella smart. a protector. likes to steal things. enjoys lounging on the floor. will literally just appear (sometimes under another name).
OBC/Livesies!Buttons: Benjamin fucking Davenport. Managed to lose every damn button on his vest in one day. literally how do you manage that. has fleas. wet rat (affectionate). likes playing with spoons. someone save him.
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