So that from early morning until nine in the evening, on ordinary occasions, if a boy could not be found anywhere else it was "dollars to doughnuts," as Thad always said, that he was rummaging at Paul Kramer's, and lost to all the world for the time being.
Eagerly, then, did Thad throw down a nickel, and snatch up the first copy of that week's issue sold that morning.

It was virtually "fresh from the press"; indeed, the odor of printers' ink could easily be detected in the sheet.
There was no difficulty about finding the article they were most deeply interested in.

It occupied a leading place on the front page.

Jim Pettigrew had certainly seen to it that the head was next door to what is known as a "scare" head; for the type was black and bold enough to attract attention the first thing any one unfolded their copy of the _Courier_.
What Mr.Adoiphus Hanks would say was a question, when later on he came to look over the latest issue of the family paper, and discovered such liberties on the part of the "cub" reporter, raised for one day to the responsible position of editor.

But then Jim was smooth-tongued enough to settle all that with his boss, for Jim could talk almost anyone into believing that black was white.
Possibly he would think it the best policy to confide the whole story to Mr.Hanks, and explain just how it had been done in the public policy.