I'm sick of fine presidents and good presidents and mediocre presidents. I'm sick of Rutherford B. Hayes and James Buchanan and Franklin Pierce and Millard Fillmore. We got Barack Obama! Barack Obama, for crying out loud!
I'm sick of fine presidents and good presidents and mediocre presidents. I'm sick of Rutherford B. Hayes and James Buchanan and Franklin Pierce and Millard Fillmore. We got Barack Obama! Barack Obama, for crying out loud!
Those hipsters can kiss my ass. My beard blows their beards away. Also, my name is Rutherford B. Hayes, which is a name Colin Meloy dreams about as he sleeps. So suck it, kids.
Here’s the interesting part. Under Cox’s command was Rutherford B. Hayes. I believe he was future 24th president. He was in command of the Ohio regiments that were part of the command. And he personally occupied the McNutt house and used it as his headquarters ... They were here only a short time. He made some official reports that he sent back to General Cox while he was at Princeton.
Either the angry rollers rushed to the gates of the White House and demanded that they be let in to roll their eggs on the president's lawn or President Rutherford B. Hayes, alerted to the plight of the children, opened the gates to the South Lawn and welcomed all the rollers to his end of Pennsylvania Avenue.