"YOU HAVE ONE, AND I HAVE ONE--THAT IS RIGHT!"
An elderly woman was among the suitors of the President, when the commander-in-chief by virtue of office was besought to release her eldest son of three, her husband and two younger sons having been slain in action.
"Certainly," returned the chief, "if you have given us all, and your prop has been taken away, you are justly entitled to one of your boys."
The woman took the discharge, and gratefully went away. But she was compelled to return more grieved than before, as she had found the son she sought dying in a hospital at the front. The surgeon made a note of the fatality, with which, unable to speak, she presented herself to the President. He knew what she wished this time, and proceeded to write out the release of the second son. On handing her the paper, he said--a new judgment of a kinder judge than Solomon:
"Now, you have one, and I the other of the two left; that is no more than right!"