three o'clock
`` I 'm for it , '' said he . `` Here 's hoping that we survive long enough to write our own obituary ! '' Mr. Jolter , to whom fighting was as the breath of new-mown hay , and who had long been curbed in that delightful occupation , went back into his own office with a more cheerful air than he had worn for many a day , and issued a few forceful orders , winding up with a direction to the press foreman to prepare for ten thousand extra copies that evening . When the three o'clock edition of the _ Bulletin _ came on the street , the entire first page was taken up by a life-size half-tone portrait of Sam Stone , and underneath it was the simple legend : THIS MAN MUST LEAVE TOWN The first citizens to awake to the fact that the _ Bulletin _ was born anew were the newsboys . Those live and enterprising merchants , with a very keen judgment of comparative values , had long since ceased to call the _ Bulletin _ at all ; half of them had even ceased to carry it . Within two minutes after this edition was out they were clamoring for additional copies , and for the first time in years the alley door of the _ Bulletin _ was besieged by a seething mob of ragged , diminutive , howling masculinity . Out on the street , however , they were not even now calling the name of the paper .