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
JONES. This gentleman said he had an appointment with Miss Doris.
JERRY. Who are you?
THE GENTLEMAN. I am Stutz-Mozart’s Orang-Outang Band. I am ordered to
come here with my band at three o’clock to play high-class jazz at young
lady’s wedding reception.
DORIS. I remember now. I _did_ order him. It’s supposed to be the best
jazz band in the country.
JERRY [_to Stutz-Mozart_]. Don’t you know there’s going to be a big
political crisis here at three o’clock?
DORIS. We can’t use you now, Mr. Stutz-Mozart. Anyways, I had to throw
over my fiancé on account of political reasons.
STUTZ-MOZART [_indignantly_]. But I have my orang-outang band outside.
CHARLOTTE [_her eyes staring_]. Real orang-outangs?
DORIS. Of course not. They just call it that because they look kind of
like orang-outangs. And they play kind of like orang-outangs, sort of. I
mean the way orang-outangs would play if they knew how to play at all.
JERRY [_to Stutz-Mozart_]. Well, you’ll have to get them away from here.
I can’t have a lot of senators and judges coming in and finding me with
a bunch of men that look like orang-outangs.
STUTZ-MOZART. But I have been hired to play.
JERRY. Yes, but what do you think people would say? They’d say: Yes,
here’s a fine sort of President we’ve got. All his friends look sort of
like orang-outangs.
STUTZ-MOZART. You waste my time. You pay me or else we play.
JERRY. Look at here. If you’re one of these radical agitators my advice
to you is to go right back where you came from.
STUTZ-MOZART. I came from Hoboken.
_He goes threateningly out the gate._
JONES [_announcing from the steps_]. Chief Justice Fossile of the
Supreme Court, accompanied by a committee from the Senate!
CHARLOTTE [_to Jerry_]. Speak right up to them. Show them you’re not
just a vegetable.
_Here they come! Chief Justice Fossile, in a portentous white wig,
is walking ponderously at the head of the procession. Five of the
six Senators who follow him are large, grave gentlemen whose
cutaway coats press in their swollen stomachs. Beside them Senator
Fish seems frail and ineffectual._
_The delegation comes to a halt before Jerry, who regards it
defiantly, but with some uneasiness._
JUDGE FOSSILE. To the President of the United States--greetings.
JERRY [_nervously_]. Greetings yourself.
_Mr. Jones has provided chairs, and the Senators seat themselves in
a row, with Judge Fossile in front. Fish looks miserably at Doris.
The Honorable Snooks lurks in the shadow of the Special Tree._
JUDGE FOSSILE. Mr. President, on the motion of the gentleman from
Idaho-- [_He points to Fish, who tries unsuccessfully to shrink out of
sight._] we have come to analyze you, with a view to impeachment.
JERRY [_sarcastically_]. Oh, is that so? [_He looks for encouragement at
Charlotte. Charlotte grunts._]
JUDGE FOSSILE. I believe that is the case, Senator Fish?
FISH [_nervously_]. Yes, but personally I like him.
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