so i may have forgotten to mention that all the chapters after "two sisters ripped apart" is like a five year time skip so yeah. jo has taken on the name Pulitzer instead of kelly and is now running the world so yeah sorry about that
"do you know what I call this boys?" Jo said in disappointment " no boss what do you call it?" one of her assistances said "failure is what I call this boys! nobody buys the paper anymore. which is making my cost plummet! why you may ask? it's boring! we need a fresh new story" " well maybe an idea for a new story is something bigger?" "can I teach you boys something my grandfather once taught me?"
Nunzio knows, when
He's cutting my hair
Trim a bit here and then
Trim a bit there
Just a modest adjustment
Can fatten the bottom line
What if we cut back personnel?
How about a few salary trims?
We could lower the price of the paper
Bankrupting me even faster! let me try again
Shaving is tricky: the razor
Should float
Shave me too close and you
May slit my throat
Its the simplest solutions
That bolster the bottom line
I've got it! if we charge the newsies sixty cents per hundred instead of fifty
They'd have to sell ten more papers just to earn the same amount as always
My thought exactly. It's genius
It's gonna be awfully rough on those children. and think about what happened last time!
Nonsense, they'll be learning a real-life lesson in economics. I couldn't offer them a better education if they were my own
Give me a week and
I'll train them to be
Like an army that's
Marching to war
Proud of themselves and so
Grateful to me
They'll be begging to pay even more!
When there's dirt
On our shoes, boys
For god's sake, relax!
Why throw them out?
All we need is some wax
Listen well to these barbershop lessons
For they'll see you through
When you're stuck in the muck you'll be fine
You'll erase any trace of decline
With a trim
And a snip
And a shine!
And the power of the press
Yes! once again is mine!
The price for the newsies goes up in the morning!
Just a few common cents
Gents, that's the bottom line!
Every new outcome
It's income for you.
"well boys," Jo said sinisterly "its time to reopen some wounds"
