But I was not hunting for it.
Goodman went off to San Francisco for a week's holiday, and left me to be chief editor.

I had supposed that that was an easy berth, there being nothing to do but write one editorial per day; but I was disappointed in that superstition.

I couldn't find anything to write an article about, the first day.

Then it occurred to me that inasmuch as it was the 22nd of April, 1864, the next morning would be the three-hundredth anniversary of Shakespeare's birthday--and what better theme could I want than that?
I got the Cyclopaedia and examined it, and found out who Shakespeare was and what he had done, and I borrowed all that and laid it before a community that couldn't have been better prepared for instruction about Shakespeare than if they had been prepared by art.
There wasn't enough of what Shakespeare had done to make an editorial of the necessary length, but I filled it out with what he hadn't done--which in many respects was more important and striking and readable than the handsomest things he had really accomplished.

But next day I was in trouble again.