six o'clock Thursday night
`` All right . I 'll conclude my remarks by stating that I regard you as a lovable fat-head devoid of sufficient mental energy to pound the proverbial sand into the proverbial rat-hole . Now , then , what do you want me to do to save the day ? '' `` Deliver to me by six o'clock Thursday night a temporary franchise from the city council , granting the N. C. O. the right to run a railroad from our drying-yard across Water Street at its intersection with B Street and out Front Street . '' `` Certainly . By all means ! Easiest thing I do !