You were a newsie and you all were at the circulation gate to collect your newspapers to sell for the day. Some newsies were talking and messing around whilst you were in your roommate at the Newsboy Lodge group of Albert, Mush, Specs, and Race. Then, Mr Wisel - a man with a belly and suit was at the newspaper stand with his nephews, Morris and Oscar - boys who wore suits who were also your newspaper suppliers. He shouted

Mr Wisel: Papes to the newsies! Line up, boys!