(_Rolling back in ecstasy and smearing his face with souffle._) Lovely! Lovely! “The stars they say!” This certainly is the most inspiring session we have ever had! Such unity of feeling! Such innate wisdom! Surely the waiting world must realize now how completely we have progressed--how absolutely--(_he sinks to his pillows and is lifted to a sitting position by the Dizzards, who place the tablet in his hand, while the Moonshees turn over and murmur “Excellent! Excellent!” The wireless operators send out five thousand messages. PODUNKUS pulls himself together and continues._) And now, my dear children--and now comes one of the keenest, the most searching really, of all the Great and Sacred Questions made and provided for these immortal occasions and handed down to us by our renowned and dear bygone leaders and saints, Bonehead V. and Dish Rag III. Really, when I stop to think of their great work for mankind, when--(_he sinks back and the Hoddy-Doddys proceed to dust him off_)--Ah yes! Ah, yes! Question Eleven--almost the most wonderful, the most important of all--(_reads_)--“How--how,” so it reads, “do we know that, me good men? How?” (_He smiles and waits expectantly, one finger up._) How do we know? That is the famous, the keenest and most searching of all the Twelve Sacred Questions. How? THE SEVEN THOUSAND UNION ASTRONOMERS (_Telescope to eye and weaving in and out in a wild dance._) Our hearts, they tell us! We can hear This truth they whisper, year by year! (_They kiss each other on each cheek._) THE FOUR THOUSAND COLLEGE PHILOSOPHERS (_In chorus, and doing a hop, skip and jump._) Our hearts do tell us! We do know-- Besides, our Astronomers do say so! (_They swallow their gum. The multitude breaks into tumultuous applause, which lasts for one hour, during which one thousand messages are sent out and five thousand more wash-boilers of souffle are consumed._) NOXUS PODUNKUS (_Aiming at the fly and missing it._) Ah! Ah! Could the world wish for anything more--more enlightening? Our hearts tell us! Oh, dear! Our dear Astronomers and College Philosophers stand in absolute accord as to this! Wonderful! Wonderful! (_Turning to the Musnud._) I am sure that you, my dear fellow Moonshees and Savants, must be greatly impressed and inspired by this! It is what we all so much wish to hear, always! (_PODUNKUS rolls over on his side, while the Moonshees turn over and murmur “Excellent! Exquisitely put! Couldn’t be better!” The Union Astronomers and College Philosophers now march off singing, “Hail! Hail! The Gang’s all here!” the Philosophers weeping on each other’s necks for joy while the Astronomers wig-wag the song with their telescopes. The Moonshees, Zadkiels, etc., squeak feebly for souffle._)