President and the Pitchfork
During one of his political campaigns, a delegation called on Theodore Roosevelt at his home in Oyster Bay, Long Island. The President met them with his coat off and his sleeves rolled up.
“Ah, gentlemen,” he said, “come down to the barn and we will talk while I do some work.”
At the barn, Roosevelt picked up a pitchfork and looked around for the hay. Then he called out, “John, wheres all the hay?”
“Sorry, sir,” John called down from the hayloft. “I aint had time to toss it back down again after you pitched it up while the Iowa folks were here.”