I must try a little longer.
I went out along Columbus Avenue, a popular route for bicyclists at that time.

The bicycle stores all along the way looked promising to me.

The people did not look so busy as in the office building: they would at least be polite.
They were not particularly rude, but they did not subscribe.

Nobody wanted the "Searchlight." They had never heard of it--they made jokes about it--they did not want it at any price.
I began to lose faith in the paper myself.

I got tired of its name.