(_Grand Secretary-Treasurer of the Indo-African group of Commission-Governed Republics, now in federation with the rest of the world, and Master of Ceremonies to the Court of Progress. He is a tall man, in a suit of red-and-green pajamas, slightly rubberized and inflated. His ears are pierced and hung with blue earrings and his cheeks are adorned with yellow lambrequins three feet long. Temporarily he is entertaining himself just outside the stage entrance to the main tent by doing back somersaults, but at the sight of five thousand Descendant Sons and Daughters of Free and Accepted Boy Scouts, Watch and Ward, and Library Protection Guards in marching order approaching the main or stage entrance, he executes nine hand-springs, three bounds and one back somersault, landing in front of the Musnud. At sight of him the assembled multitude stirs and quivers and he-haws with delight. The associated Moonshees, Pundits, Roctor-Proctors and others stir slightly but continue to snore._ SHISHMASH HASH HASH, _executing a jig-step and tying his whiskers in a bow-knot_.) Your Referendunces! (_At this the fifty Dizzards directly in attendance on the assembled Moonshees of the Musnud, each over six feet tall and weighing exactly one hundred and twenty-seven pounds, stir the latter to wakefulness by whistling between their fingers and beating them with their feather-stuffed clubs._) THE FIFTY DIZZARDS Pfs-s-t!---- Pfs-s-t!---- Pfs-s-t! (_They lay about them mightily with their clubs._) THE FIVE THOUSAND NIZYS (_Bearers of orange and lemon souffle to the Court. Becoming greatly excited at sight of the platform Dizzards belaboring the Moonshees and beginning to jump up and down, at the same time ladling out cones of green and pink souffle._) Refresh yourselves, good people! Refresh yourselves! Ssh!--Sssssh!--Ssssssssh! THE ONE HUNDRED HODDY-DODDYS (_Shaking their long-handled feather-dusters and whirling about in a ring._) Awake, your Referendunces! Awake! Awake! (_They tickle the noses, ears, chins and necks of the Moonshees, Zadkiels, etc., who stir feebly but continue to snore._) THE ONE HUNDRED ZANYS (_Rattling their wind-bags and jigging in unison._) Attention! Attention, good audience! Attention! Their Grand Referendunces of the Federated Musnud of the World are about to be awakened! Attention! Attention! (_They rattle their wind-bags vigorously and roll their eyes from left to right and back nine times._) THE TWO THOUSAND LOOBIES AND GABERLUNZIES (_Roaming nervously to and fro, reading._) “At this moment, the sun sinking low in the West, the faint West wind stirring in the leaves, the pellucid rill tinkling gently--so, for a heart-beat, he saw her.” (_Each holds up a restful hand._) SHISHMASH HASH HASH