"Now you can take me around to the Central City barber-shop, boy.

I want to get a shave 'fore I go up home." "Extry! Extry!" screamed the newsboys, zig-zagging among the crowds like bats in the dusk.

"Extry! All about the horrable acciDENT! Extry!" It struck Sheridan that the papers sent out too many "Extras"; they printed "Extras" for all sorts of petty crimes and casualties.

It was a mistake, he decided, critically.

Crying "Wolf!" too often wouldn't sell the goods; it was bad business.