Ike

It would have been pretty hard for Ike to shake hands with everybody.

Ike sent in the army, which would stay at Central the entire school year.

It happened to Teddy Roosevelt and Franklin Roosevelt; it happened to Ike and LBJ and Reagan.

Ike was a nice guy, and a hard worker, but he, too, lacked strategic vision.

In 1950, Ike bought a Gettysburg farm with some of the proceeds from his World War II memoir.

Don't you mind, Ike, it come the same day and on the wery same stage as the news of the sinkin' of the Spaynish fleet?

Ike had read the "Herald," with all about "the great prize fight" in it, and had become entirely carried away with it.

"All Ike's property to-day ain't as val'able to me now as that cent was then," Mr. Holmes answered solemnly.

Ike Martin, the storekeeper, had onions already sprouted in his little garden-patch, and he had sown some barley.

At the village Ike joined them, and others came at intervals until the entire white population of the trading-post was present.