(_Lifted to a sitting position by the Dizzards, tickled with feather-dusters, beaten with wind-bags and doused with ice-water until he opens his eyes._) What a sight!--A beautiful sight, I mean! My word! O never, my celebrated and associated Referendunces (_he turns to them_) have I seen so much beauty and virtue! Never! So much modesty! So much--much--everything! Really this is the worst--I mean best--I ever saw! This in itself is a complete refutation of that foul charge, once so common, that the world was in danger of not progressing. Look! Behold! O Progress, where is thy sting? (_He collapses, calling for souffle, but is bolstered up and ice-water poured over him._) ONE HUNDRED EUGENIC MAIDS (_In pink Mother Hubbards and green Quaker bonnets. Stepping forward and sinking on one knee, hands on their chins. They sing._) It is our duty to attest How by Eugenics we are blest! O ’tis a wondrous art divine, Which causes all the world to shine! NOXUS PODUNKUS (_Leaning over the railing and eying them closely._) Really! This is the limit--I mean almost too much--too much! Sweet maids! Dear sweet maids! This spectacle of the perfect fruitage of Progress under the great moral care of our forefathers--blessed be the name of the ever-to-be-remembered Anthony!--(_he bows, and the audience with him_)--is all but too much! Progress can do no more! I would, if any service which the mere sight of you does not render--could render--ask you the Twelfth and final Question, but what would be the use? How well we know the import of your message, even before you speak! How well we know the import of you yourselves--wonderful creatures that you are! (_They bow their heads._) This vast assemblage, which in itself is a testimony to the value of Eugenics, understands full well that by the practice of Eugenics alone all weakness, vice, crime, art, philosophy (_except that which our dear Union Astronomers and Federated Philosophers instinctively know and proclaim_), the need of white-slave laws, saloons, the theater--all, all have long since been done away with, so that we have now--the most of us, I am glad to say--not even so much as an historic memory of them. Indeed, as we all know, on this once most unsafe but now safest of planets (_applause lasting seventeen minutes_), men and women are now as safe and perfect and pure as ever our worthy forefathers could have dreamed of or desired. Why, to look at you alone is enough! (_He sighs and rests._)