Dear Mr. President

From: Andy Smith

"Today my mother declared my bedroom a disaster area. I would like to request federal funds to hire a crew to clean up my room."

President Ronald Reagan's response: 

"Dear Andy, your application for disaster relief has been duly noted but I must point out one technical problem; the authority declaring the disaster is supposed to make the request. In this case your mother."

Dear President Bush,

There are too many states. I have to memorize all of them AND their stupid capitals (even Bismarck) and it’s too hard! Please get rid of some of them before I fail geography. Why not start with North Dakota? It’s small and cold and its state animal is a gopher. Nobody likes gophers.

Gene, age 9

*In the summer of 1973, President Richard M. Nixon contracted viral pneumonia and had to be hospitalized. His illness prompted a letter from eight-year-old John W. James III, who had just undergone the same ordeal: 

"Dear President Nixon, I heard you were sick with pneumonia. I just got out of the hospital yesterday with pneumonia and I hope you did not catch it from me. Now you be a good boy and eat your vegetables like I had too [sic]!! If you take your medicine and your shots, you'll be out in 8 days like I was."

 *There is no record of Nixon's vegetable consumption, but his bout with pneumonia lasted eight days—exactly as long as John's.


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