A WHITE HOUSE ANECDOTE.–

An old farmer, from the West, who knew President Lincoln in days by-gone, called to pay his respects at the Presidential mansion. Slapping the Chief Magistrate upon the back, he exclaimed: “Well, old hoss, how are you?” Old Abe, being thoroughly democratic in his ideas, and withal relishing a joke, responded: “So I’m an old hoss–am I? What kind of a hoss, pray?” “Why, an old draft hoss, to be sure,” was the rejoinder.

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