JERRY [_excitedly_]. Sure. I do that almost every day. That’s nothing to some of the things I have to do. But the thing is, I’m not a bit stuck up about any of it. See that gate? SNOOKS. Yeah. JERRY [_now completely and childishly happy_]. I had it made that way so that anybody passing by along the street can look in. Cheer them up, see? Sometimes I come out here and sit around just so if anybody passes by--well, there I am. SNOOKS [_sarcastically_]. You ought to have yourself covered with radium so they can see you in the dark. [_He changes his tone now and comes down to business._] Say, you’re lucky I found you in this morning. Got the time with you? _Jerry pulls out his watch. Snooks takes it as though to inspect it more closely._ Look here now, Mr. President. I got a swell scheme for you. JERRY [_trying to look keen_]. Let’s hear it. SNOOKS. You needn’t got to think now, just ’cause I’m a hunerd per cent Irish Pole, that I ain’t goin’ to do the other guy a favor once in a while. An’ I got somep’m smooth for you. [_He puts Jerry’s watch in his own pocket--the nerve of the man!_] JERRY. What is it? SNOOKS [_confidentially_]. Islands. JERRY. What islands? SNOOKS. The Buzzard Islands. _Jerry looks blank._ Ain’t you neva hearda the Buzzard Islands? JERRY [_apologetically_]. I never was any good at geography. I used to be pretty good in penmanship. SNOOKS [_in horror_]. You ain’t neva hearda the Buzzard Islands? JERRY. It’s sort of a disagreeable name. SNOOKS. The Buzzard Islands. Property of the country of Irish Poland. Garden spots. Flowery paradises ina middle of the Atlantic. Rainbow Islandsa milk an’ honey, palms an’ pines, smellin’ with good-smellin’ woods and high-priced spices. Fulla animals with million buck skins and with birds that’s got feathers that the hat dives on Fifth Avenue would go nuts about. The folks in ee islands--swell-lookin’, husky, square, rich, one hunerd per cent Buzzardites. JERRY [_startled_]. You mean Buzzards? SNOOKS. One hunerd per cent Buzzardites, crazy about their island, butter, milk, live stock, wives, and industries. JERRY [_fascinated_]. Sounds sort of pretty, don’t it? SNOOKS. Pretty? Say, it’s smooth! Now here’s my proposition, an’ take it from me, it’s the real stuff. [_Impressively._] The country of Irish Poland wants to sell you the Buzzard Islands--cheap. JERRY [_impressed_]. You’re willing to sell ’em, eh? SNOOKS. Listen. I’ll be fair with you. [_I regret to say that at this point he leans close to Jerry, removes the latter’s stick pin and places it in his own tie._] I’ve handed you the swellest proposition ever laid before a President since Andrew Jackson bought the population of Ireland from Great Britain. JERRY. Yeah? SNOOKS [_intently_]. Take it from me, Pres, and snap it up--dead cheap. JERRY. You’re sure it’s a good---- SNOOKS [_indignantly_]. Say, do you think an ambassador would tell you something that ain’t true?