After a weekend trip home to Arkansas, Bill Clinton stepped from the
helicopter and onto the White House lawn. He was carrying two
Arkansas-bred hawgs, one under each arm. At the bottom of the steps, a
young Marine snapped to attention, saluted sharply and said, "Fine looking pigs,
sir!"
Clinton turned and glared at the boy. "Son, don't you know I'm from Arkansas?
These ain't pigs. They're hawgs."
The Marine shot back, "Marine begs the COMMANDER IN CHIEF'S
pardon, sir! Fine looking hawgs, sir!"
Clinton smiled with pride and the young man relaxed.
The President went on, "Thank you, son. You see this one here?" He lifted up
the pig under his right arm. "I got this one for Chelsea." Then he nodded to the
hawg on his left. "And this one here, I got for Hillary."
At that the Marine snapped back to attention and said, "Outstanding trade, sir!"
helicopter and onto the White House lawn. He was carrying two
Arkansas-bred hawgs, one under each arm. At the bottom of the steps, a
young Marine snapped to attention, saluted sharply and said, "Fine looking pigs,
sir!"
Clinton turned and glared at the boy. "Son, don't you know I'm from Arkansas?
These ain't pigs. They're hawgs."
The Marine shot back, "Marine begs the COMMANDER IN CHIEF'S
pardon, sir! Fine looking hawgs, sir!"
Clinton smiled with pride and the young man relaxed.
The President went on, "Thank you, son. You see this one here?" He lifted up
the pig under his right arm. "I got this one for Chelsea." Then he nodded to the
hawg on his left. "And this one here, I got for Hillary."
At that the Marine snapped back to attention and said, "Outstanding trade, sir!"