Spot blinks at him in surprise, and the words 'don't you know?' threatened to spill from his lips before he stops himself - as ubiquitous as his father's name was, particularly amongst newsies, he realises most of them wouldn't actually recognise him on sight, none of them would have really met him before, or any of the paper moguls.
"He's... uh... he's William Randolph Hearst." He assumes Ezra, like himself and most of the other Manhattan boys he's familiar with, sells more often for the World than the Journal, but he figures he'll probably still recognise the name.
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Spot blinks at him in surprise, and the words 'don't you know?' threatened to spill from his lips before he stops himself - as ubiquitous as his father's name was, particularly amongst newsies, he realises most of them wouldn't actually recognise him on sight, none of them would have really met him before, or any of the paper moguls.
"He's... uh... he's William Randolph Hearst." He assumes Ezra, like himself and most of the other Manhattan boys he's familiar with, sells more often for the World than the Journal, but he figures he'll probably still recognise the name.