Jean Baptiste Pointe du Sable came to Chicago more than 220 years ago. Chicago was a very small place then--only about 350 people lived here at that time, which really was a time of great challenge. It must have been hard to live in Chicago

Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders:

She was a large woman with a large purse that had everything in it but hammer and nails. It had a long strap, and she carried it slung across her shoulder. It was about eleven o’clock at night, and she was walking alone.

This history tells about what happened while Abe Lincoln had a job working in a store in a small town. Every day people came and bought things they needed there. It was a frontier community. People did not have any extra money to spare.

'This famous wicked little tale Should never have been put on sale It is a mystery to me Why loving parents cannot see That this is actually a book About a brazen little crook...'

MRS LINDE. Something has happened to you since yesterday morning. Nora, what is it? NORA. [going nearer to her]. Christine! [Listens.] Hush! there’s Torvald come home. Do you mind going in to the children for the present?

'Forget about it,’ he said. ‘He’ll do all right.’ They were at breakfast table, and the boy looked up from his plate curiously. He was an alert-eyed youngster with flat blond hair and a quick, nervous manner.

SAMPSON: Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. GREGORY: No, for then we should be colliers. SAMPSON: I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. GREGORY: Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.