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For my birthday I was hoping my parents
would give me a bicycle. They only gave me a dime.
I was disappointed, but not surprised. It was 1932,
in the midst
of the Great Depression,
and millions of people were out of work.
We were lucky. My father had a job. But
we never seemed to have much money. Where we lived, in the
Bronx, New York, everyone was poor.
"Happy birthday,"
Dad said when I walked
him outside.
I watched him go off, carrying his briefcase and
smiling.
My neighbor Jacob was tossing a ball and
catching it. He threw it to me and shouted, "Give me a high
one. I'm Babe Ruth, the world's greatest baseball
player."
I threw the ball and Jacob reached up.
It bounced out of his hands. He was no Babe Ruth!
We played for a while, and then Jacob
said, "I have to go to work. Come with me. We can
have a catch while we walk."
A few blocks from home we passed a woman
selling apples. Her clothes were wrinkled
and shabby.
I gave her my birthday dime and bought two apples, one for me
and one for Jacob. I was glad to be rid of the dime.
It reminded me of the present I didn't get.
We turned onto Webster Avenue, and there
were more apple sellers. Near the next corner I saw a largebriefcase.
I looked up and there was Dad, selling apples like the
others. Suddenly I couldn't move.
"Come on," Jacob said.
I pointed.
"Oh," he whispered,
"I thought your dad
had a job."
"So did I. And Mom thinks so,
too."
There were tears in my eyes as I watched
people walk past my father. I wished so much someone would
buy an apple from him. But no one did. I realized
how he had earned my birthday dime and was sorry I had spent it.
"I have to get to work," Jacob
whispered.
I was too dazed
to know where we were
going. I just followed Jacob until we came to a small
building.
"My dad is out of work, too" Jacob said
as he got in line. "That's why I'm a newsie.
Sell newspapers
with me. "It's fun."
I didn't feel like going home, so I
stayed with Jacob. We collected our papers, and he said, "Now
I'll teach you how to really sell."
We walked past a newsie on the corner.
"Coney Island fire!" he called out. "One thousandhomeless.
Read all about it!" There were lots of people
around, but I didn't see anyone buy a newspaper.
*Directions:
Type
the compound words from the story in the boxes below. The
words
are written in yellow and white to help you. You
should have
six compound
words in all. Do not
write the same compound word twice!