Let’s say, you’re not exactly a new Newsie, but new enough to still not understand how something’s work. You’d often have trouble figuring out how to sell the papers, and in general, had bad communication skills. Race, however, surprisingly would try and help you.

“Mornin’, Angel.” The Italian beanpole greeted with a smirk, his cigar in between his index and middle finger. He sent a quick wink at you, before he patted your back, prompting you to come along.

“These papes ain’t sellin’ themselves. Let’s get a move on.”