I bought my mother some smellies for her birthday.

In mercy I put a bullet through his skull, and he fell sprawling among the aloes.

[…]more white corporations cognizant of the mounting purchasing power of the Negro consumer, have Negro representatives in the field[…].

[…] that deeply flawed thespian who brought to every role he was given in the Gravesend Players an overblown and befuddled sense of Learlike doom […]