11 p.m.
The corner of Broadway and Forty-second streets has been exploited in song and story as the world 's most hazardous human whirlpool . I 've negotiated that corner . I 've braved the square in front of the American Express Company 's office in Paris , June , before the War . I 've crossed the Strand at 11 p.m. when the theatre crowds are just out . And to my mind the corner of State and Madison streets between twelve and one , mid-day , makes any one of these dizzy spots look bosky , sylvan , and deserted . The thousands jostled Terry , and knocked her hat awry , and dug her with unheeding elbows , and stepped on her feet . `` Say , look here ! ''