Hawking the Tabloids at Age 10

When the Country Went to War, My Brother and I Went to Work

In 1940 my brother and I went into the newspaper business. I was 10 and Raul was eight. Father had made us a wagon out of plywood. It was an awkward-looking, box-like contraption with a steering mechanism and wheels from an old Radio Flyer, but it was ours and we loved it. We gave our little sisters Alma and Norma rides in it up and down the sidewalk in front of our home, a large white house at 58th and San Pedro Streets in south Los Angeles. It was a …