Among the businesses that served urban consumers were mass-market newspapers. Joseph Pulitzer’s New York World led the way in the 1880s; a decade later Pulitzer had a powerful rival in the New York Journal, owned by William Randolph Hearst.
The New York World is a liberty-loving journal. It has taken the responsibility of being foster mother to that much abused piece of bronze called the “BARTHOLDI statue.” It begins to look as if the World may nurse it to a successful termination by raising funds enough through public contributions to complete the pedestal upon which it is to stand. Success to the enterprise.
An old woman stood with her back against the side of a building. Over her head was a ragged shawl that had once been red. Around her knees hung a limp and shapeless calico skirt. The rain and sleet were falling steadily and lay thick and slushy upon the streets.
I shivered as I stopped to watch. … If the old woman felt the cold she gave no sign. She stood motionless, peeping around the corner. Her eyes were fixed upon the door of the Oak Street Station-House.
Just then three small boys, unmindful of the weather, came trudging down the street …industriously gathering every white spot that showed upon the pavement to add to the black snowballs they held in their wet red hands.
Turning the corner suddenly they came upon the old woman. For a second they paused and looked at her and she glared at them. It reminded me of the way dogs behave when they turn a corner and espy a cat. … The old woman started on a frantic hobble across the street, the boys after her. Their black snowballs landed squarely and soakingly against her bent back. … The old woman shouted things as she ran, things that do not sound well and are never by any chance reproduced in print, but they seemed to increase the delight of the fiendish boys. … She could hobble she made for the station-house and the boys pursued her, pelting her.
A common case of “team work.” The smaller boy …goes into one of the saloons and sells his “last” papers. Then comes out and his brother gives him more. Joseph said, “Drunks are me best customers. … Dey buy me out so I kin go home.” He sells every afternoon and night. Extra late Saturday. At it again at 6 A.M.
The newsboys’ strike gathered new strength last night in a monster mass meeting held at New Irving Hall. … “Kid” Blink, who has been made Grand Master Workman of the union, led the procession. … The unbiased spectator last evening could not fail to be impressed with the resolute, manly fight the little fellows are making. …
SPEECH OF “KID” BLINK
…Dis is de time when we’se got to stick togedder like glue! But der’s one ting I want ter say before I goes any furder. I don’t believe in getting’ no feller’s papers frum him and tearin’ ’em up. I know I done it. (Cries of “You bet you did!”) But I’m sorry fer it. No! der ain’t nuttin in dat. We know wot we wants and we’ll git it. … Dem 10 cents is as good ter us as to de millionaires — maybe better. … We’ll strike and restrike till we get it. … We’ll stick togedder like plaster, won’t we, boys?
The boys answered that they would.
Edition | Political affiliation | No. of Pages | Circulation |
Morning | Democratic | 16 | 361,412 |
Evening | Independent | 12–16 | 410,259 |
Sunday | Democratic | 56–72 | 459,663 |
Sources: (2) Wheeling Register, April 6, 1885; (3) New York World, February 9, 1896; (5) New York Herald-Tribune, July 25, 1899; (6) N. W. Ayer and Son’s American Newspaper Annual and Directory (Philadelphia: N. W. Ayer and Son, 1910), 623.
ANALYZING THE EVIDENCE
PUTTING IT ALL TOGETHER