Frank climbed out of the coal shaft as the whistle blew, stretched his arms up far over his head, bent right and left, and then touched his toes. He disliked delivering messages to the coal face – it was dank, dirty, and cramped. It had been a dry and sunny Tuesday, so most worked late to make up for work missed due to rain the prior week. He waited for Da, Jock, and Jimmy, and then they headed towards the gate.
“GREAT BRITAIN DECLARES WAR ON GERMANY!! Get your papers here!”
The newsboy could barely keep up with the demand from the miners as they jostled for their copies. Da finally got his, and he and the brothers stood to the side as he started reading – just like all of the other miners, each in their own little groups. No one headed straight home that August 4.
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