3 o'clock
This mornin ' the intervue come out in the _ Buster _ , and the hull corpse of noosgathururs of the other papers is detaled in divishuns to wach all the semerneries in the hope of interviewin ' the gost of James G. Blame , and the demmercrazey is wilder with inthusiasm than they was after Fouracres got drownded in wiskey out in Oio . I never could see y peepel with good cents do n't xercise a little jugement wen they name their baby 's , so as fellus like me , wot is a young aspyrant for jurnerlistic ornhers , would n't git mixed up on 'em . Now the citie edittur told me if I ever hurd of any dog fites , or axydents , to report 'em , cos it 'd keep me in practise . So this mornin , bout 3 o'clock , we was woke up by a orfull loud poundin on the front dore . Pa thot it was burglers , jest as if they 'd nock at the dore if they wanted to cum in and steel . So ma had to go to the winder , and she found out it was Mrs. Gould , that 's my chum , Jimmie 's mother . She was cryin orful , and wanted ma to come over to her house , cos Jimmy had got the nitemare from etin too much minsepie , and fell outer bed , and she was frade he 'd brok his kneck , cos he had n't spok a wurd sinse .