Most boys prefer the artificial." "I thought I did myself," said Donald, "but today has taught me that I don't.

I think, Linda, that you would make the finest friend a fellow ever had.

I firmly and finally decline to fight with you; but for God's sake, Linda, tell me how I can beat that little cocoanut-headed Jap." Linda slammed down the lid to the lunch box.

Her voice was smooth and even but there was battle in her eyes and she answered decisively: "Well, you can't beat him calling him names.

There is only one way on God's footstool that you can beat him.