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
SNOOKS. Say, can the sob stuff an’ call up the Treasury. Get ’em to
strike off a couple billion dollars more. You’re the President, ain’t
you?
_Cheering up a little, Jerry goes to the telephone._
JERRY. Give me the Treasury Department.... Say, this is President Frost
speaking. I just wanted to ask you if you couldn’t strike off a little
currency, see? About--about five million dollars, see? And if you didn’t
know whose picture to put on ’em you could put my picture on ’em, see? I
got a good picture I just had taken.... You can’t strike any off?...
Well, I just asked you.... Well, I just thought I’d ask you.... Well, no
harm done--I just _asked_ you--it didn’t hurt to _ask_, did it? [_He
rings off despondently._] It didn’t hurt ’em to _ask_.
SNOOKS. Nothin’ doin’, eh?
_In comes Mr. Jones._
JONES. It’s all over, Mr. President. I’ve just received word that Chief
Justice Fossile of the Supreme Court, accompanied by the Senate
Committee on Inefficiency, is on his way to the White House.
_Jerry sits down, completely overcome. Jones retires._
SNOOKS. They goin’ to throw you out on your ear, eh?
JERRY [_brooding_]. It’s that low, mean bunch of people out in Idaho.
_Snooks, who has been ruminating on the situation, comes to a
decision._
SNOOKS. Look at here, Mr. President, I’m goin’ to help you out. I’ll
pass up that five million bucks and we’ll make a straight swap of the
Buzzard Islands for the State of Idaho.
JERRY [_in amazement_]. You’ll give me the Buzzard Islands for the State
of Idaho?
_Snooks nods. Jerry wrings his hand in great emotion._
_At this point Charlotte comes out of the White House. At the sight
of the Honorable Snooks a somewhat disapproving expression passes
over her face._
JERRY [_excitedly_]. Charlit--Charlit. This gentleman has saved me.
CHARLOTTE [_suspiciously_]. Who is he?
JERRY. His name is The Honorable Snooks, Charlit.
SNOOKS [_under Charlotte’s stern eye_]. Well, I guess I got to be goin’.
CHARLOTTE. Won’t you stay for my husband’s impeachment? We’re having a
few people in.
_Out comes Doris, accompanied by Dada. Dada is in such a state of
exultation that much to Doris’s annoyance he is attempting a
gavotte with her._
DORIS [_repulsing him_]. Say, haven’t I got enough troubles having to
throw over my fiancé, without having you try to do your indecent old
dances with me?
_Dada sits down and regards the heavens with a long telescope._
_Jerry has now recovered his confidence and is marching up and down
waving his arms and rehearsing speeches under his breath. Snooks
taps Dada’s head and winks lewdly at Charlotte and Doris._
DORIS. Honestly, everybody seems to be going a little crazy around here.
Is Jerry going to be fired or isn’t he?
CHARLOTTE. He says he isn’t, but I don’t believe him for a minute.
_Jones comes out, followed by an excitable Italian gentleman with
long, musical hair._
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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