America for Americans! While you dawdle, the life blood is being sucked out of our great nation.

It is a man's job to fight; it is a woman's to save....

I think you've made your choice, though you don't realize it.

I'm praying to God that I'll rise to mine." Carley had a visitor one morning earlier than the usual or conventional time for calls.
"He wouldn't give no name," said the maid.

"He wears soldier clothes, ma'am, and he's pale, and walks with a cane." "Tell him I'll be right down," replied Carley.
Her hands trembled while she hurriedly dressed.