eight o'clock
With a troubled , boyish look in his eyes , he stared at his bruised knuckles . `` An ' I 'll have to drive team to-morrow with 'em , '' he lamented . `` Which ai n't fun , I 'm tellin ' you , when they stiffen up . '' At eight o'clock the Al Vista band played `` Home , Sweet Home , '' and , following the hurried rush through the twilight to the picnic train , the four managed to get double seats facing each other . When the aisles and platforms were packed by the hilarious crowd , the train pulled out for the short run from the suburbs into Oakland . All the car was singing a score of songs at once , and Bert , his head pillowed on Mary 's breast with her arms around him , started `` On the Banks of the Wabash . '' And he sang the song through , undeterred by the bedlam of two general fights , one on the adjacent platform , the other at the opposite end of the car , both of which were finally subdued by special policemen to the screams of women and the crash of glass .