Corporal Ira Clark:
Now that white people have accustomed themselves to seeing negro men with guns fighting on their behalf, and even getting the same pay, in a few years perhaps they can abide the idea of negro lieutenants and captains. In fifty years, maybe a negro colonel. In a hundred years, the vote.
Abraham Lincoln:
What will you do after the war, Corporal Clark?
Corporal Ira Clark:
Work sir. Perhaps you'll hire me.
Abraham Lincoln:
Perhaps I will.
Corporal Ira Clark:
But you should know, sir, that I get sick at the smell of bootblack, and I cannot cut hair.
Abraham Lincoln:
[grins]
I've yet to find a man could make a difference with mine.
Private Harold Green:
You got springy hair for a white man.
Abraham Lincoln:
I do. My last barber hanged himself. And the one before that. Left me his scissors in his will.
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