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That's not Roscoe Conkling with him at the table, is it? He died in 1888 so chronologically it is possible.
Just a guess here: if the average American were asked to name all 44 Presidents (43 if you don't count Cleveland twice), Chester Alan Arthur might just be the one named the least. (Of course, your "average" history-challenged American would probably be hard-pressed to name even 10 American Presidents, but that's sort of a separate issue.)
Loyolalaw98, unfortunately I don't know. The library archive I got this from (California/Berkely archive) simply lists it as "Chester Arthur and friend" so I have no idea.
John, Chester Arthur has been the one president in my experience about which is known the least. Tyler, Polk and Pierce draw a lot of blank stares too. I used to be able to list all the presidents in order in under 30 seconds. Ah, the talents one develops as a child.
Tyler and Polk were notable! Pierce, not so much.The non-entities: Van Buren, Fillmore, Pierce, Arthur, B. Harrison.But actually, Chet had a claim to fame. Google "Chester Alan Arthur" + "civil service" for more.FVH
Frank, they may be notable but that doesn't mean the average person knows anything about them. Hell, let's be honest, outside of a small percentage of us, most people couldn't tell you much of anything about George Washington. The lack of knowledge of history in this country truly depresses me sometimes.
I don't know about you, but it annoys me that this country seems destined to never again elect a President who is bald and has facial hair. Us bald guys with facial hair had a good run of it back in the mid-1800s until WWI, but starting with that damn Woody Wilson guy, everyone was clean shaven and had a full head of hair (not to mention, most of them have been over 6 feet tall, but I'll save that for my next rant).
John F. Kennedy ruined it for everybody; particularly during the 1960 Presidential debates: Tanned, Cortisone-enhanced, obscenely telegenic. Nixon, by contrast, looked like a junkie who owed every dealer in town.
1829! In the midst of an ever-deepening sense of Prosperity, Chester Allen Arthur climbed to the top of his bedroom wall, thrust his defiance at the Javanese, and shoutedARTHUR: [badly recorded]: Give me Them, or I'm going Over There!SOUND: Military march music.But in 1934, in Germany, the Specter of Doom was rising its shrouded head in agony!
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