seven o'clock
He was like a tree which bends before the compelling blast yet refuses for a little while longer to topple headlong . This brings us up to Monday , the Glorious Eighth . With the morning of that day or with its nooning or with its afternooning we need have no concern , replete though they were in variety of entertainment and abounding in pleasurable incident . For us the interest chiefly centers in the early evening and especially in that part of the evening falling between seven o'clock and forty minutes past seven . At seven , prompt on the clock 's stroke and as guaranteed in the announcements , the parade fathered by the Rev. Wickliffe , started from the corner of Tennessee and Front Streets , down by the river , and wended , as the saying goes , its way due westward into the sunset 's painted afterglow . This was a parade ! A great man had sired it ; a tried organizer had fostered it ; proved executives had worked out the problems of its divisions and its groupings .