eight A.M.
But why Wednesdays ? Now , what was there that happens on Wednesday that do n't -- Say , you know how you 'll get a fool hunch sometimes , that 'll seem such a nutty proposition first off that you 'll almost laugh at yourself for havin ' it ; and yet how it 'll rattle around in your bean persistent , until you quit tryin ' to get rid of it ? Well , this one of mine strikes me about as I 'm snugglin ' down into the hay that night , and there was no gettin ' away from it for hours . I expect I did tear off a few chunks of slumber between times ; but I was wide awake long before my regular hour for rollin ' out , and after makin ' three or four stabs at a second nap I gives it up , slips down for an early breakfast , and before eight A.M. I 'm down in the basement of the Corrugated Buildin ' interviewin ' the assistant superintendent in his little coop of an office . I comes out whistlin ' and lookin ' wise . And that night after I 'd made a trip over to Long Island across the Queensboro Bridge I looks wiser still . Nothin ' to do until next Wednesday .