noon
If it had n't , y did n't he tell me he warnted a galley for keepin type in , wen the composin stick 's full . Fellers like him orter be put on ice , cos there too fresh to keep long . He only needs a tale to be a thorobred dude , cos he 's got everything else wat blongs to one . On my way home , at noon , I stopped to see a feller wot was sellin prize packits , at the corner of Nassau street , so I did n't get time to ete much dinner . I was gettin orful hungry bout 4 ` clock , wen the edittur arst me if I thot I culd clere up the pie wot was on the imposin ston . I did n't warnt to let him see I was so orful hungery , so I told him I did n't kno . `` Well , '' sed he , `` there 's nothin like tryin ; the fore-man 'll sho you wear it is . ''