I set to and turned it inside out.

I had very pronounced journalistic notions of my own and applied them in every department of the sleepy old money-maker.

One afternoon a week later I put forth a paper whose oldest reader could not have recognized it.

The next morning's Cincinnati Commercial contained a flock of paragraphs to which the Chattanooga-Cincinnati-Rebel Evening Times furnished the keynote.
They made funny reading, but they threw a dangerous flare upon my "past" and put me at a serious disadvantage.

It happened that when Artemus Ward had been in town a fortnight before he gave me a dinner and had some of his friends to meet me.