The Vegetable; or, From President to Postman — John Shaqi
The Vegetable; or, From President to PostmanFitzgerald, F. Scott (Francis Scott)
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The Vegetable; or, From President to Postman
Fitzgerald, F. Scott (Francis Scott)
American drama -- 20th century
JERRY [_in horror_]. But I’ve got to have five million dollars this
afternoon or I can’t get rid of Idaho, and I’ll be impeached!
DADA [_complacently_]. We’re all saved.
JERRY [_wildly_]. You mean we’re all lost!
_He sinks disconsolately into a chair and buries his face in his
hands. Charlotte, who knew everything would go to pieces, stands
over him with an “I told you so” air. Doris shakes her finger at
Dada, who shakes his finger vigorously back at her. Mr. Jones,
with great presence of mind, produces the cocktail shaker and
passes around the consoling glasses to the violently agitated
household._
* * * * *
_At two-thirty the horizontal sunlight is bright upon the White
House lawn. Through the office window the President can be seen,
bent over his desk in an attitude of great dejection. And here
comes the Honorable Snooks through the gate, looking as if he’d
been sent for. Mr. Jones hurries forth from the White House to
greet him._
SNOOKS. Did you send for me, fella?
JONES [_excitedly_]. I should say we did, Honorable Snooks. Sit down and
I’ll get the President.
_As Mr. Jones goes in search of the President, Dada comes in
through the gate at a triumphant tottering strut. He includes the
Honorable Snooks in the splendor of his elation._
DADA [_jubilantly_]. Hooray! Hooray! I worked in the dark, but I won
out!
SNOOKS [_with profound disgust_]. Well, if it ain’t Sandy Claus!
DADA. This is a great day for me, Mr.-- You see the world is coming to an
end.
SNOOKS. Well, Sandy Claus, everybody’s got a right to enjoy themselves
their own way.
DADA. That’s in strict confidence, you understand.
SNOOKS. I wouldn’t spoil the surprise for nothin’.
_Out rushes Jerry._
JERRY [_in great excitement_]. Honorable Snooks--Honorable Snooks----
DADA [_suddenly_]. Hooray! In at the finish.
_He tries to slap the Honorable Snooks on the back, but the
Honorable Snooks steps out of the way, and Dada loses his balance.
Snooks and Jerry pick him up._
JERRY [_suspiciously_]. Dada, have you been drinking?
DADA. Just a little bit. Just enough to fortify me. I never touched a
drop before to-day.
SNOOKS. You’re a naughty boy.
DADA. Yes, I think I’ll go in and rest up for the big event.
_He wanders happily into the White House._
JERRY [_in a hushed voice_]. Honorable Snooks, Dada has done something
awful.
SNOOKS [_pointing after Dada_]. Him?
JERRY. He took all the money in the Treasury and destroyed it.
SNOOKS. What type of talk is that? You tryin’ to kid me?
JERRY. You see, he’s a very religious man, Honorable Snooks----
SNOOKS. You mean you ain’t got five million for me. [_Jerry shakes his
head._] Good _night_! This is a swell country. A bunch of Indian givers!
JERRY. There’s no use cursing at me, Honorable Snooks. I’m a broken man
myself.
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