“OLD HOSS”
Reading edition
During the trying days of drafting in Civil War times, a farmer from away out West called on President Lincoln. As soon as he got near enough to the President he slapped him familiarly on the back and said, “Hello, old hoss, how are ye?”
“You call me an old hoss,” said Mr. Lincoln; “may I inquire what kind of a hoss I am?” “Why—an old Draft hoss, to be sure. Ha, ha!”