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_ '' Beneath was the additional information : `` Further issues of the _ Bulletin _ will tell why . '' Above and below this was nothing but startlingly white blank paper , two solid columns of it up and down the page . Down in the deep basement of the _ Bulletin _ , the big three-deck presses , two of which had been standing idle since the last presidential election , were pounding out copies by the thousand , while grimy pressmen , blackened with ink , perspired most happily . By five o'clock , men and even girls , pouring from their offices , and laborers coming from work , had all heard of it , and on the street the bold defiance created first a gasp and then a smile . Another attempt to dislodge Sam Stone was , in the light of previous efforts , a laughable thing to contemplate ; and yet it was interesting . In the office of the _ Bulletin _ it was a gleeful occasion . Nonchalant reporters sat down with that amazing front page spread out before them , studied the brutal face of Stone and chuckled cynically .