One of them was calling out "DAILY NEWS! Full 'count great prize fight 't Resort.

NEWS, sir ?" A man on the corner of the avenue close by the NEWS office bought the paper, looked over its front page hurriedly and then angrily called the boy back.
"Here, boy! What's the matter with your paper?
There's no prize fight here! What do you mean by selling old papers ?" "Old papers nuthin'!" replied the boy indignantly.

"Dat's today's paper.

What's de matter wid you ?" "But there is no account of the prize fight here! Look!" The man handed back the paper and the boy glanced at k hurriedly.
Then he whistled, while a bewildered look crept over his face.
Seeing another boy running by with papers he called out "Say, Sam, le'me see your pile." A hasty examination revealed the remarkable fact that all the copies of the NEWS were silent on the subject of the prize fight.
"Here, give me another paper!" shouted the customer; "one with the prize fight account." He received it and walked off, while the two boys remained comparing notes and lost in wonder at the result.

"Sump'n slipped a cog in the Newsy, sure," said the first boy.