In 1895 I bought the Emporia Gazette on credit, without a cent in money, and chiefly with the audacity and impudence of youth.
They had passed through Richmond and were now on their way to Emporia.
I had met ten hens walking single-file into the town of Emporia.
Emporia is probably as well known as any town of its size in the land.
Then it was I told them the story of the hens I met just west of Emporia.
"Emporia," corrected his partner, pouring out a tumbler of malt extract.
In 1862 our yearly meeting was held at Emporia, and in 1863 at Ottumwa.
It found the little Moses in the bulrushes, and made Emporia a marvel in the wilderness.
After grounding safely near Emporia—no fatalities—pilot's windshield found thinly plastered with soft white-and-brown material.
There were, however, no Emporia or places either rich through the arts of peace, or formidable for the mechanism of war.