DADA. I was born in 1834, under the presidency of Andrew Jackson. I was twenty-seven years old when the war broke out. DORIS [_sarcastically_]. Do you mean the Revolutionary War? DADA [_witheringly_]. The Revolutionary War was in 1776. DORIS. Tell me something I don’t know. DADA. When you grow older you’ll find there are a lot of things you don’t know. [_To Fish._] Do you know my son Jerry? DORIS [_utterly disgusted_]. Oh, gosh! FISH. I met your son before he was elected President and I’ve seen him a lot of times since then, on account of being Senator from Idaho and all, and on account of Doris. You see, we’re going to have our wedding reception this afternoon---- _In the middle of this speech Dada’s mind has begun to wander. He utters a vague “Hm!” and moves off, paying no further attention, and passing through the swinging doors into the White House._ FISH [_impressed in spite of himself by Dada’s great age_]. He’s probably had a lot of experience, that old bird. He was alive before you were born. DORIS. So were a lot of other old nuts. Come on--let’s go hire the music for our wedding reception. FISH [_remembering something with a start_]. Doris--Doris, would you have a wedding reception with me if you knew--if you knew the disagreeable duty---- DORIS. Knew what? FISH. Nothing. I’m going to be happy, anyways [_he looks at his watch_]--for almost an hour. _They go out through the garden gate._ _And now President Jerry Frost himself is seen to leave his window and in a minute he emerges from the Executive Mansion. He wears a loose-fitting white flannel frock coat, and a tall white stovepipe hat. His heavy gold watch-chain would anchor a small yacht, and he carries a white stick, ringed with a gold band._ _After rubbing his back sensuously against a porch pillar, he walks with caution across the lawn and his hand is on the gate-latch when he is hailed from the porch by Mr. Jones._ JONES. Mr. President, where are you going? JERRY [_uneasily_]. I thought I’d go down and get a cigar. JONES [_cynically_]. It doesn’t look well for you to play dice for cigars, sir. _Jerry sits down wearily and puts his hat on the table._ JONES. I’m sorry to say there’s trouble in the air, Mr. President. It’s what we might refer to as the Idaho matter. JERRY. The Idaho matter? JONES. Senator Fish has received orders from Idaho to demand your resignation at eleven o’clock this morning. JERRY. I never liked that bunch of people they got out there in Idaho. JONES. Well, I just thought I’d tell you--so you could think about it. JERRY [_hopefully_]. Maybe I’ll get some idea how to fix it up. I’m a very resourceful man. I always think of something. JONES. Mr. President, would you--would you mind telling me how you got your start? JERRY [_carelessly_]. Oh, I got analyzed one day, and they just found I was sort of a good man and would just be wasting my time as a railroad clerk.