Businessman

Located in the Paddle Wheel Boat

Those smoke stacks are too low, I tell you; too low. That is why we have to stand here in the smoke even when the boat is standing still. I complained to the captain, but he just looked at me. Just looked at me and shook his head and walked away. What a piece of rudeness! 

And here I am waiting, anxious to get home, after months of business in Georgia. I was down South seeing about the cotton. I am in the textile business.

Shame about Lincoln and that business with that actor fellow. What was his name? One of the Booth brothers, wasn’t it? Our president shot by an actor at a play. By the Eternal! If that don’t beat all! 

I was at Springfield when they brought him home to be buried. People just stood alongside the road weeping when his coffin passed.

Too bad they shot Booth before they could get a rope around his neck.  

Well all that is water under the bridge.  I knew President Johnson, you know who was a tailor, seems off to a better start than expected, don’t you think?  He is adjusting well to his difficult situation.