One of the jokes of which Kentuckians never grow weary concerns Senator Blackburn and his loyal appreciation of the liquid products of his native State. The Senator had gone to pay a visit to a friend of his who lived many miles distant. His friend met the Senator as he alighted at the station.
“How are you Joe?” his friend asked.
“I’m up against it,” was the reply. “I lost the best part of my baggage en route.”
“Did you misplace it, or was it stolen?” his friend inquired solicitously.
“Neither,” said the Senator. “The cork came out.”
Kentucky Tailor—“What size shall I make your hip pockets, Colonel, pint or quart?”
Once, during his second term, Grover Cleveland was asked to speak at a function in a certain town, and when he arrived at the depot the wind was blowing a gale, sleet was driving, and hailstones nearly as large as marbles were fiercely falling. Of course, the inevitable brass band was there, and at the sight of the President the performers struck up with all the strenuosity at their command.