_The General is a small fat man with a fierce gray mustache. His chest and back are fairly obliterated with medals, and he is wearing one of those great shakos peculiar to drum-majors._ JERRY. Good morning, General Pushing. Did they keep you waiting? GENERAL PUSHING [_fiercely_]. That’s all right. We’ve been marking time--it’s good for some of the muscles. JERRY. How’s the army? GENERAL PUSHING. Very well, Mr. President. Several of the privates have complained of headaches. [_He clears his throat portentously._] I’ve called on you to say I’m afraid we’ve got to have war. I held a conference last night with two others of our best generals. We discussed the matter thoroughly, and then we took a vote. Three to nothing in favor of war. JERRY [_alarmed_]. Look at here, General Pushing, I’ve got a lot of things on my hands now, and the last thing I want to have is a war. GENERAL PUSHING. I knew things weren’t going very well with you, Mr. President. In fact, I’ve always thought that what this country needs is a military man at the head of it. The people are restless and excited. The best thing to keep their minds occupied is a good war. It will leave the country weak and shaken--but docile, Mr. President, docile. Besides--we voted on it, and there you are. JERRY. Who is it against? GENERAL PUSHING. That we have not decided. We’re going to take up the details to-night. It depends on--just how much money there is in the Treasury. Would you mind calling up your--_father_-- [_the General gives this word an ironic accentuation_]--and finding out? _Jerry takes up the white telephone from the table. Jones meanwhile has produced the shaker and glasses. He pours a cocktail for every one--even for the fifer and drummer._ JERRY [_at the ’phone_]. Connect me with the Treasury Department, please.... Is this the Treasury?... This is President Frost.... Oh, I’m very well, thanks. No, it’s better. Much better. The dentist says he doesn’t think I’ll have to have it out now.... Say, what I called you up about is to find how much money there is in the Treasury.... Oh, I see.... Oh, I see. Thanks. [_He hangs up the receiver._] JERRY [_worried_]. General Pushing, things seem to be a little confused over at the Treasury. Dada--the Secretary of the Treasury isn’t there right now--and they say nobody else knows much about it. GENERAL PUSHING [_disapprovingly_]. Hm! I could put you on a nice war pretty cheap. I could manage a battle or so for almost nothing. [_With rising impatience._] But a good President ought to be able to tell just how much we could afford. JERRY [_chastened_]. I’ll find out from Dada. GENERAL PUSHING [_meaningly_]. Being President is a sacred trust, you know, Mr. Frost. JERRY. Well, I know it’s a sacred trust, don’t I? GENERAL PUSHING [_sternly_]. Are you proud of it?