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Our Misplaced President
June 1977 | Volume 28, Issue 4
“My friends have deserted me. I feel,” a forlorn Amboy confided to his valet in the closing weeks of his Presidency, “like having the open-faced turkey sandwich today, Billy.”
Amboy returned briefly to the candlery, but, no longer content with dipping, he retired to the woods near Succassuna where, around 1856, he seems to have disappeared.
Funds for an Amboy monument are being collected by his descendants, and his newly dusted portrait has been moved to its rightful prominence: up there with Polk and Pierce, Taylor and Tyler and Harrison and Fillmore, though not necessarily in that order. “After all,” the President declared in his Amboy Day proclamation, “he was our President. Wasn’t he?”