_Amid a still louder burst of cheering Jerry is elevated to the shoulders of the crowd, and borne enthusiastically out the door as_ THE CURTAIN FALLS ACT II _Any one who felt that the first Act was perhaps a little vulgar, will be glad to learn that we’re now on the lawn of the White House. Indeed, a corner of the Executive Mansion projects magnificently into sight, and steps lead up to the imposing swinging doors of a “Family Entrance.” From the window of the President’s office a flag flutters, and the awning displays this legend_: THE WHITE HOUSE JERRY FROST, PRES. _And if you look hard enough at the office window you can see the President himself sitting at his desk inside._ _The lawn, bounded by a white brick wall, is no less attractive. Not only are there white vines and flowers, a beautiful white tree, and a white table and chairs, but, also, a large sign over the gate, which bears the President’s name pricked out in electric bulbs._ _Two white kittens are strolling along the wall, enjoying the ten-o’clock sunshine. A blond parrot swings in a cage over the table, and one of the chairs is at present occupied by a white fox-terrier puppy about the size of your hand._ _That’s right. “Isn’t it darling!” We’ll let you watch it for a moment before we move into the Whirl of Public Affairs._ _Look! Here comes somebody out. It’s Mr. Jones, the well-known politician, now secretary to President Frost. He has a white broom in his hands, and, after delighting the puppy with an absolutely white bone, he begins to sweep off the White House steps. At this point the gate swings open and Charlotte Frost comes in. As befits the first Lady of the Land, she is elaborately dressed--in the height of many fashions. She’s evidently been shopping--her arms are full of packages--but she has nevertheless seen fit to array herself in a gorgeous evening dress, with an interminable train. From her wide picture hat a plume dangles almost to the ground._ _Mr. Jones politely relieves her of her bundles._ CHARLOTTE [_abruptly_]. Good morning, Mr. Jones. Has everything gone to pieces? _Mr. Jones looks her over in some surprise._ JONES [_apologetically_]. Well, perhaps the petticoat---- CHARLOTTE [_a little stiffly_]. I didn’t mention myself, I don’t think, Mr. Jones. I meant all my husband’s public affairs. JONES. He’s been in his office all morning, Mrs. Frost. There are a lot of people waiting to see him. CHARLOTTE. [_She’s relieved._] I heard them calling an extra, and I thought maybe everything had gone to pieces. JONES. No, Mrs. Frost, the President hasn’t made any bad mistake for some time now. Of course, a lot of people objected when he appointed his father Secretary of the Treasury; his father’s being so old----