And it was she who brought me the first evening paper.

He found his father reading the evening paper in the library.

He went to the front door and picked up the evening paper.

It was in one of the evening papers a day or two ago.

Paul asked, setting the evening paper on the kitchen table.

The fat man had an evening paper in his hand.

Then we picked up an evening paper and went home.

And holding up the evening paper before him, he moved along.

Her husband asked a few questions and sat down to read the evening paper.

He would then get his evening paper and read in silence.