American manga: I drew Superman in the Great Depression

The so-called evidence alone does not stand up.

Based on the case of Luke Cage alone, it is still impossible to determine the specific method of obtaining [Time Shards].

The other is the role of [Black Iron Mark] and [Faith].

Colin could somewhat tell that the former was related to [Time Fragments]. But regarding the latter part [Faith], he was somewhat confused.

Especially the number 32 marked on [Faith] made Colin confused for a while.

"Where do these faith points come from?"

Lying on the hospital bed, Colin silently thought about the source of [Faith] points, and the analgesics injected into his body gradually took effect.

"...Doctor Strange is seriously ill..."

Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to hear shouts coming from the hospital corridor.

"Strange?"

Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar name, a flicker of clarity flashed through Colin's mind.

However, the next second, his waking consciousness was completely overwhelmed by sleep.

…

"Mellon pulled the whistle, Hoover rang the bell; (Mellon pulled the whistle, Hoover rang the bell,)

Wall Street gave the signal and the country went to hell. (Wall Street gave the signal and the country went to hell.)"

Early in the morning, the world is right.

Howling cold wind enveloped the streets of New York.

In the queue to receive free relief, people were wrapped in thin coats and shivering in the biting cold wind.

The winding queue has no end in sight, but the expressions on most people's faces are mainly numb.

The newsboys passed by the queue waving their copies of the Courier. When they heard the nursery rhymes sung by the newsboys, their eyes in the queue changed slightly.

"Give me a newspaper."

He stretched out his hand to stop the newsboy, and the passerby took out a two-cent coin from his pocket and handed it to him, then asked with a curious look on his face.

"Child, where did you learn this nursery rhyme you sang?"

Carefully taking the change, the newsboy handed a folded newspaper to the other party, and said at the same time: "Mr. Colin from the Courier-Journal taught us, sir... Mr. Colin not only told us nursery rhymes, but also promised

Anyone who knows the nursery rhymes can buy newspapers from him at a price of 5 cents cheaper per bundle..."

"The Courier?"

"Colin."

He repeated these two names.

Obviously, neither Colin nor the staff of the Courier had any impression of this.

He shook his head and opened the newspaper in his hand.

"Mellon sounded the whistle, Hoover rang the bell; Wall Street sent out a signal, and the United States rushed to hell!"

The nursery rhyme sung by the newsboy was printed on the front page of the Courier.

The photo at the bottom is of a poor mother during the Great Depression.

In the photo, the mother and her two children are all dressed in rags. The children huddled next to the mother, hiding their faces behind the mother's shoulders, while the mother raised one hand to her mouth, looking into the distance with her eyes.

There is sadness in it, a kind of lifelessness with no hope in sight.

The photo truly conveys the despair and anxiety felt by people during the Great Depression, allowing passers-by to feel the same way. Although he has not been reduced to queuing up for relief like the people on the sidelines, he still works twelve hours a day.

Time, but only less than one-fifth of the previous reward, the burden of life has weighed on him and he is almost out of breath.

I sighed silently and looked down the contents of the newspaper. Under the photo, there was a title written in bold font.

“Hoover—Hungry President!”

"If there is a limit to stupidity, then I guarantee that Herbert Hoover is the one who exceeded it."

"Everybody was losing their jobs, but not Hoover because we gave him the easiest job in the world - being stupid!"

Opening the Courier newspaper, the whole article is full of ridicule and curses towards Hoover.

Pedestrians read the Courier from cover to cover, but they didn't get any useful information. It was a lonely read.

However, for some reason, the passers-by who read the newspaper felt inexplicably happy in their hearts.

The pedestrians rolled up the Courier and tucked it under their arms. As they continued to walk forward, they couldn't help but hum: "...the whistle, Hoover rang the bell; Wall Street... America is rushing to hell!"

"

This scene happened all over New York.

Newsboys sang nursery rhymes and sold copies of the Courier.

Some of them may not care about the sensationalism of the Courier, but some feel that what is published in the newspaper is what they think.

Among them, the working class responded most enthusiastically.

After all, they were the ones most seriously injured by the Great Depression.

Under the impact of the unemployment wave, a large number of middle class people have poured into the labor industry to compete with them for the already scarce jobs. It is said that in the most serious areas, such as San Francisco, there are three or four porters recruiting, but the door is full of people.

Thousands of people were killed, and thousands of people were like a pack of hyenas trying to grab these few meat bones. In the end, only a few lucky ones could get jobs.

Under such an environment, a large number of workers were forced to lose their jobs.

The workers did not know what was happening to them. They only knew that the whole world changed when they woke up.

Losing your job is a painful experience that is not only frustrating but also humiliating.

But now, the Courier clearly told them in the newspaper that all this was Hoover's fault.

This allowed the workers to find a channel to vent their anger. It was not wrong that they lost their jobs because they were not incompetent. Everything was caused by Hoover, because his stupidity led to the Great Depression.

It's all Hoover's fault!

As the lyrics go, the incompetent Hoover led the United States into hell!

…

"Boss, this time the sales of The Courier have more than doubled compared to last week!"

Courier Newspaper Office, Old John said with excitement.

"According to the feedback from the newsboys, our newspaper sold best this time, even better than some small and medium-sized newspapers..."

At this point, Old John's tone became a little more excited.

This is the first increase since the Courier's sales declined, which is very significant.

"You're right, boss."

"I'm sorry for doubting your decision before, boss."

At first, Old John did not fully agree with Colin's practice of selling newspapers to newsboys at a discount and changing the published content. Even if he had not spoken before, he did not dare to say more due to Colin's status as the boss.

However, as newsboys rushed to purchase and the sales of "The Courier" increased, he completely changed his mind.