TIPPY. Opinions differ. Bobby Benson says Mother's Oats and Buck Rogers says Cocomalt. What do you give Ken for breakfast? KEN. I say, what's Ted doing? TIPPY. About the same. KEN. Still looking for book bargains? TIPPY. They get harder and harder to sell. KEN. The trouble with you fellows is you encourage Ted in his weakness. Someone ought to put it to him straight. The man doesn't realize where he's drifting. MARTIN. Yes--well--that's his business. KEN. You fellows are afraid to talk to him. LAURA. What is there to say to him? KEN. Say to him? Say to him that the least he could do is to apply for relief work. MARTIN. [_Pointedly._] Ken, you're welcome to your opinion. But I'd advise you not to say anything to Ted about relief. KEN. Why not? There's no disgrace in relief work. You'd be surprised how many ... MARTIN. [_Shortly._] We know as many nice people on relief as you do. KEN. I said relief work, not relief. MARTIN. What's the difference? LAURA. Why, Martin, there's a big difference! MARTIN. Sure there is. Plain reliefers can sit on the benches. Relief workers have shovels to lean on. It's a true class distinction. KEN. There are lots of loafers and piddling projects,--but the government's also doing some big jobs, some real construction work. TIPPY. Martin wrote a song about that. LAURA. Really? Have you turned composer, Martin? MARTIN. Just some new words on an old tune. LAURA. Oh, let's hear it. MARTIN. After dinner. LAURA. No, I can't wait. You sing it for us now, then after dinner we can all sing it. [_She picks up guitar and thrusts it at him_.] Come on, Lyric Writer, tune up. KEN. [_Tolerantly._] Sure let's hear it. MARTIN. [_Singing._] Then little Andy Lang of the Lake Shore gang Said, "Boys, you know I'm countin' Each day and week until I see ALL. The Big Rock Candy Mountain." MARTIN. Oh the Big Rock Candy Mountain Stands on a plain of bread. Our Uncle's got to feed us Or soon we'll all be dead. The more and more he feeds us The sooner we'll be red So serve the soup With a great big whoop And promise pie Up in the sky On the Big Rock Candy Mountain. ALL. Oh the Big Rock Candy Mountain MARTIN. Belongs to Uncle Sam. To move the great big mountain Will take a million men. So come on with your tooth picks And bring your fountain pen. Go easy, don't jerk; We gotta make work. It'll take more moons If we use small spoons To move that great big mountain. [_On the last verse_ TIPPY _has gone to yard and he is now back with Itzy on a leash._] TIPPY. On with the concert while I take Itzy home. I won't be long. Itzy lives near. MARTIN. Say, let me take Itzy home while you start dinner. TIPPY. Right you are. I forgot a dinner has to be cooked before it can be eaten. MARTIN. Any shopping to do?