When he was half way to the vine-covered porch, the screen door opened quickly and Justina stepped forth. One look at her chalkened face served to inform the young physician that she was frightened.

He was one of history’s greatest minds.

The furry had designed an elaborate costume.

Ricky [Nelson] was the perfect commodity: an artist who did not upset milktoast America. He was Elvis [Presley] without grease, without swinging hips.