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Hannah Armstrong

  I WROTE him a letter asking him for old times, sake
  To discharge my sick boy from the army;
  But maybe he couldn't read it.
  Then I went to town and had James Garber,
  Who wrote beautifully, write him a letter.
  But maybe that was lost in the mails.
  So I traveled all the way to Washington.
  I was more than an hour finding the White House.
  And when I found it they turned me away,
  Hiding their smiles.
  Then I thought: "Oh, well, he ain't the same as when I boarded him
  And he and my husband worked together
  And all of us called him Abe, there in Menard."
  As a last attempt I turned to a guard and said:
  "Please say it's old Aunt Hannah Armstrong
  From Illinois, come to see him about her sick boy
  In the army."
  Well, just in a moment they let me in!
  And when he saw me he broke in a laugh,
  And dropped his business as president,
  And wrote in his own hand Doug's discharge,
  Talking the while of the early days,
  And telling stories.