CHARLOTTE [_staring_]. What’s the matter? Has everything gone to pieces? GENERAL PUSHING [_on the verge of tears_]. He took my coat and hat. CHARLOTTE [_pointing to the General_]. Who is that man? GENERAL PUSHING [_in a dismal whine_]. I’m Major-General Pushing, I am. CHARLOTTE. I don’t believe it. JERRY [_uneasily_]. Yes, he is, Charlit. I was just kidding him. CHARLOTTE [_understanding immediately_]. Oh, you’ve been _nag_ging people again. JERRY [_beginning to unbutton the coat_]. The General was nagging me, Charlit. I’ve just been teaching him a lesson--haven’t I, General? _He struggles out of the General’s coat and into his own. The General, grunting his relief and disgust, re-attires himself in the military garment._ JERRY [_losing confidence under Charlotte’s stare_]. Honest, everything’s getting on my nerves. First it’s some correspondence school getting funny, and then _he_ [_indicating the General_] comes around, and then all the people out in Idaho---- CHARLOTTE [_with brows high_]. Well, if you want to know what _I_ think, _I_ think everything’s going to pieces. JERRY. No, it isn’t, Charlit. I’m going to fix everything. I’ve got a firm grip on everything. Haven’t I, Mr. Jones? I’m just nervous, that’s all. GENERAL PUSHING [_now completely buttoned up, physically and mentally_]. In my opinion, sir, you’re a very dangerous man. I have served under eight Presidents, but I have never before lost my coat and hat. I bid you good morning, Mr. President. You’ll hear from me later. _At his salute the fife and drum commence to play. The trio execute about face, and the escort, at three paces, follows the General out the gate._ _Jerry stares uneasily after them._ JERRY. Everybody’s always saying that I’m going to hear from ’em later. They want to kick me out of this job--that’s what they want. They think I don’t know. JONES. The people elected you, Mr. President. And the people want you--all except the ones out in Idaho. CHARLOTTE [_anxiously_]. Couldn’t you be on the safe side and have yourself reduced to Vice-President, or something? A NEWSBOY [_outside_]. Extra! Extra! Idaho says: “Resign or be Impeached.” JERRY. Was that newsboy yelling something about me? CHARLOTTE [_witheringly_]. He never so much as mentioned you. _In response to Mr. Jones’s whistle a full-grown newsboy comes in at the gate. He hands Jerry a paper and is given a bill._ JERRY [_carelessly_]. Keep the change. It’s all right. I’ve got a big salary. THE NEWSBOY [_pointing to Jerry’s frock coat_]. I almost had one of them dress suits once. JERRY [_not without satisfaction_]. I got six of them. THE NEWSBOY. I hadda get one so I could take a high degree in the Ku Klux. But I didn’t get one. JERRY [_absorbed in the paper_]. I got six of ’em. THE NEWSBOY. I ain’t got none. Well, much obliged. So long. _The newsboy goes out._