He looked at the young Negro with a new interest.

As they went past a tall, very young Negro turned and caught my eye.

Then his train of thought changed and he moved towards the young negro.

It was the figure of a young negro, glad in white from head to foot.

Now he turned his attention on the young Negro.

"Each time, he left young Negroes with new hope and broader vision."

You ain't never seen me, that grinning young Negro had said.

They reached the tall young Negro, standing by the bookcase.

Now the man appeared, a young negro in ragged shirt and trousers.

Wimbledon - will something happen to prevent a young American negro from battling through to the top?