A DELEGATION at Washington went to a New President, and said:
"Your Excellency, we are unable to agree upon a Favourite Son to represent us in your Cabinet."
"Then," said the New President, "I shall have to lock you up until you do agree."
So the Delegation was cast into the deepest dungeon beneath the moat, where it maintained a divided mind for many weeks, but finally reconciled its differences and asked to be taken before the New President.
"My child," said he, "nothing is so beautiful as harmony. My Cabinet Selections were all made before our former interview, but you have supplied a noble instance of patriotism in subordinating your personal preferences to the general good. Go now to your beautiful homes and be happy."
It is not recorded that the Delegation was happy.