Working in an Operating Room desensitized me to the sight of blood.

Why have people forsaken martinis, Manhattans, old fashioneds, and other preprandials of long-standing popularity?

Its supporters are the Southern gentry, — fine fellows, no doubt, but not republicans exactly, as we understand the term, — a few Northern millionnaires more or less thoroughly millioned, who do not represent the real people

I'm getting ready to go out and play the quarter horses.