Then I turned my hot young blood loose on the editorial page.

'This,' said I, 'is my opportunity to save the country, and I'm goin' to save it, right here.' It was then eleven hours, forty-five minutes, and eight seconds by the grandpa clock which adorned the newly furnished sanctum." Dan Anderson again sat silent a few moments, the stub of his _cigarrillo_ between his fingers.
"Oh, well," said he, "it might, perhaps, have been worse, although I admit that was unlikely.

I couldn't prove an alibi, but there were extenuatin' circumstances.

The fact was, I got the politics of the place mixed up almost as bad as the People's Choice.

That community woke up as one man at six-thirty the next morning, and turned out to see the evidence of their progress.