Jerry [hastily]. Oh, I’ll just throw that in free.
Snooks indicates Mr. Jones with his thumb.
Snooks. Get him to take it down.
Jones takes pen in hand. During the ensuing conversation he writes busily.
Jerry [anxiously]. The State of Idaho is just a gift, see? But you got to take it.
Suddenly the Honorable Snooks realizes how the land lies. He looks narrowly at Jerry, marvelling at an opportunity so ready to his hand.
Jerry [to Jones]. Here, get this down. We agree to{86} buy the Buzzard Islands from the nation of Irish Poland for one million——
Snooks [interrupting]. Two million.
Jerry. Two million dollars, on condition that Irish Poland will also incorporate into their nation the State of Idaho, with all its people. Be sure and get that, Jones. With all its people.
Jones. I have it. The State of Idaho and four hundred and thirty-one thousand, eight hundred and sixty-six people. Including colored?
Jerry. Yes, including colored.
Snooks [craftily]. Just a minute, Pres. This here State of Idaho is mostly mountains, ain’t it?
Jerry [anxiously]. I don’t know. Is it, Mr. Jones?
Jones. It has quite a few mountains.
Snooks [hesitating]. Well, now, I don’t know if we better do it after all——
Jerry [quickly]. Three millions.
Snooks. I’ll tell you, I’d like to pull it off for you, Pres, but you see a State like that has gotta have upkeep. You take one of them mountains, for instance. You can’t just let a mountain alone like you would a—a ocean. You got to—to groom it. You got to—to chop it down. You got to explore it. Now take that alone—you got to explore it.{87}
Jerry [swallowing]. Four millions.
Snooks. That’s more like it. Now these Buzzard Islands don’t require no attention. You just have to let ’em alone. But you take the up-keep on a thing like the State of Idaho.
Jerry [wiping his brow]. Five millions.
Snooks. Sold! You get the Buzzard Islands and we get five million bucks and the State of Idaho.
Jerry. Got that down, Jones?
Snooks. On second thoughts——
Jerry [in a panic]. No, no, you can’t get out of it. It’s all down in black and white.
Snooks [resignedly]. Awright. I must say, Mr. President, you turned out to be a real man. When I first met you I wouldn’t have thought it, but I been pleasantly surprised.
He slaps Jerry heartily on the back. Jerry is so tickled at the solution of the Idaho problem that he feverishly seizes Snooks’s hand.
Snooks. And even if Irish Poland gets stung on the deal, we’ll put it through. Say, you and me ain’t politicians, fella, we’re statesmen, real statesmen. You ain’t got a cigarette about you, have you?
Jerry hands him his cigarette case. Snooks, after taking one, returns the case to his own pocket.
{88}
Jerry [enthusiastically]. Send me a post-card, Ambassador Snooks. The White House, City, will reach me.
Snooks. Post-card! Say, lay off. You and me are pals. I’d do anything for a pal. Come on down to the corner and I’ll buy you a cigar.
Jerry [to Mr. Jones]. I guess I can go out now for a while.
Jones. Oh, yes.
Jerry. Hang on to that treaty. And, say, when the Secretary of the Treasury wakes up tell him I’ve got to have five million dollars right away.
Jones. If you’ll just come into the office for a moment you can put your signatures on it right away.
Jerry and the Honorable Snooks go into the White House arm in arm, followed by Mr. Jones. Presently Jerry can be seen in the window of the President’s office.
A moment later the doors swing open again, this time for the tottering egress of Dada.
Dada, not without difficulty, arranges himself a place in the sun. He is preparing for his morning siesta, and, indeed, has almost managed to spread a handkerchief over his face when in through the gate comes Doris. Her eye falls on him and a stern purpose{89} is born. Dada, seeing her approach, groans in anticipation.
Doris. Dada, I want to speak to you.
Dada blinks up at her, wearily.
Dada, I want to tell you something for your own good and for Jerry’s good. You want Jerry to keep his position, don’t you?
Dada. Jerry’s a fine boy. He was born to my second wife in eighteen hundred and——
Doris [interrupting impatiently]. Yes, I know he was. But I mean now.
Dada. No, I’ll never have any more children. Children are hard to raise properly.
This is aimed at her.
Doris. Look at here, Dada. What I think is the best thing to do is to resign your position.
Dada. The——?
Doris. You’re too old, you see, if you know what I mean. You’re sort of—oh, not crazy, but just sort of feeble-minded.
Dada [who has caught one word]. Yes, I’m a little feeble. [He dozes off.]
Doris [absorbed in her thesis]. I don’t mean you’re crazy. Don’t get mad. I don’t mean you go around{90} thinking you’re like Napoleon or a poached egg or anything like that, but you’re sort of feeble-minded. Don’t you understand, yourself? Sort of simple.
Dada [waking up suddenly]. How’s that?
Doris [infuriated]. That’s just the sort of thing I was talking about! Going to sleep like that when a person’s trying to tell you something for your own son’s good. That’s just exactly what I mean!
Dada [puzzled but resentful]. I don’t like you. You’re a very forward young girl. Your parents brought you up very unsuccessfully indeed.
Doris [smugly]. All right. You’re just making me think so more than ever. Go right ahead. Don’t mind me. Go right ahead. Then when you begin to really rave I’ll send for the lunatic-asylum wagon.
Dada [with an air of cold formality]. I’ll ask you to excuse me. [He wants to get to sleep.]
Doris. First thing you know you’ll take all the money in the Treasury and hide it and forget where you put it.
Dada [succinctly]. There isn’t any money in the Treasury.
Doris [after a stunned pause]. Just what do you mean by that statement?
Dada [drowsily]. There isn’t any money in the Treasury. There was seven thousand dollars left yesterday,{91} but I worked from morning till night and now there isn’t one red penny in there.
Doris. You must be crazy.
Dada. [He can scarcely keep awake.] Hm.
Doris. Look at here! What do you mean—have you been spending that money—that doesn’t belong to you, you know—on some fast woman?
Dada [as usual, he doesn’t quite hear]. Yes, it’s all gone. I went down yesterday morning and I said to myself: “Horatio, you got only seven thousand dollars left, and you got to work from morning till night and get rid of it.” And I did.
Doris [furious, but impressed at the magnitude of the crime]. How much was there altogether?
Dada. Altogether? I haven’t the figures with me.
Doris. Why, you old dumb-bell, you. Imagine an old man your age that hasn’t had anything to do for twenty years but just sit around and think, going crazy about a woman at your age! [With scornful pity.] Don’t you know she just made a fool of you?
Dada [shaking his finger at her]. You must not talk like that. Be courteous and——
Doris. Yes, and pretty soon some woman comes along and you get “courteous” with her to the extent of all the money in the Treasury.{92}
Dada. Yes, that’s one thing that stood me in good stead. My mother used to say to me: “Horatio——”
Doris [paying no attention to him]. What was her name?
Dada. Her name was Roxanna.
Doris. Where did she get hold of you?
Dada. My mother?
Doris. Your paramour.
Dada. She used to say to me: “Horatio——”
Doris. She probably used to say a lot more than that! Oh, I know how they handle old men like you. I’ve seen a lot of that. Slush is what appeals to old men like you.
Dada. No—I said courtesy.
Doris. You mean slush. What did she call you?—her old toodledums? And all that sort of thing? How perfectly disgusting!
Out comes Jerry now, just in time to catch Dada’s next remark, and to realize that there’s persecution in the air.
Dada [to Doris]. It’s been a hot day and I’ll ask you to excuse me. I never liked you, you know.
Jerry. Say, Doris, why can’t you leave Dada alone? He’s got more important things to think about than your new dresses and your silk stockings.{93}
Doris. Got something more important than silk stockings, has he? Ask him!
Jerry. Dada’s got a lot more to him than anybody ever gives him credit for, haven’t you, Dada?
Doris [excitedly]. Yeah, yeah. All right. Wait till you hear what he’s done now. Wait till you hear. [To Dada.] Tell him what you did at your age. Some woman came up to him and said “Horatio—” [She gives an awe-inspiring imitation of a passionate woman.] and he said: “Here——”
Jerry [interrupting]. What woman did?
Doris. Her name was Roxanna. Ask him where all the money in the Treasury is. At his age.
Jerry [in growing alarm]. Look at here, Doris——
Doris. The—old—dumb-bell! I take back what I said about your not being really crazy. [To Jerry.] Look out, he’ll begin to rave. [She pretends to be alarmed.] Yes, Dada, you’re a poached egg. It’s all right. I’ll send for the lunatic-asylum wagon.
Dada. I’ve been working in the dark. I thought it best.
Doris. You needn’t tell us all the disgusting details. Please respect my engagement. You must have bought her about everything in the world. No wonder I can’t get any good shoes in Washington. Jerry should have got you analyzed.{94}
Jerry now begins to realize that something appalling has indeed happened. He sits down weakly.
Dada. I was working in the dark.
Doris. Well, Jerry should of had you analyzed in the dark.
Jerry [suddenly]. Char-lit!
Charlotte [at the upper window]. Stop screaming at me!
Jerry. Charlit, come on out here!
Doris.
