"PAY-PAH, Getcha pay-pah hee-yah"

I was so lucky to get this job with the Scranton rail yard.

 

One of the benefits was to travel anywhere I chose; for free.

 

And in every city that I visit I find paper barons and paper hawkers.

 

Little street urchins like these in Hartford, Connecticut.

 

And these wise-guys playing craps with their hard-earned  money in Manhattan.

 

 Yet if we look hard enough we see some sensitivity in these little rascals.

 

 

 

Or these well dressed ones in St. Louis.

 

And of course these from the tenements of the East Side of New York.

 

Or the bowery.

 

And Chicago.

 

But these little vice-presidents of newspaper distribution taught the big boys how to play hard ball.