The Newsies Strike
In April 1898, the United States entered into the Spanish American War. During this time, New York City's newspaper giants, Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolph Hearst, raised the prices of the newspapers to the delivery boys (Newsies) to 60 cents/100 papers from 50 cents/100. Now, during the war, this wasn't a problem as the Newsies were able to sell more papers. You see, if a paper had a good headline story, the paper sold much better than with a bad one and war always gave good headlines.
The problem came after the war. The headlines were not good and rather then bringing the price back down, Pulitzer and Hearst left them where they were. This lead to the Newsboy's Strike of 1899. The story is simple, the Newsies wouldn't sell papers and would "soak", or beat the crap out of anyone who would sell the papers. This ultimately lead to the paper giants dropping the price again for the Newsies.
What many people don't realize is that the Newsies had a bit of unholy assistance. The strike was mostly lead by a young man who went by Kid Blink. It is believed "Blink" got the name due to a patch he wore over his left eye. What people don't realize is that Kid Blink wasn't a kid at all, but in fact an ancient evil that stems out whenever there are children in trouble. While others would be "soaking" the Newsies still selling papers, Blink would break into the homes of Pulitzer and Hearst, killing pets and destroying furniture. Now you wouldn't normally think this an evil thing. More like a group of rowdy vandals.
The difference in the typical newsboy vandal and Kid Blink, however, was this. While Newsies would trash papers and fight, Blink would hold an old pistol to the heads of the sleeping paper men, threatening their lives if they didn't drop the price. Eventually the prices dropped, the Newsies sold papers, and Kid Blink disappeared. It is said, however, that he will always reappear whenever children are being mistreated in New York, and every time he has to come back, his violence will intensify.
The reason I'm telling you this is—be careful of how you treat your workers. I write this as a boy holds a knife to my throat, and a gun to my head. I won't ask for help. It's only a matter of time before he decides to ythjnmkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Credited to BenNasty
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