The ice on the river was in perfect condition. A small boy, with his skates on his arm, knocked at the door of the Civil War veteran, who had lost a leg at Antietam.
When the door was opened by the old man, the boy asked: “Are you going out today, sir?”
“Well, no, I guess not, kid,” was the answer. “Why?”
“If you aren’t,” the boy suggested, “I thought I might like to borrow your wooden leg to play hockey.”