_A general sensation. Senator Fish stands up and sits down._ JUDGE FOSSILE. Then who does it belong to? SNOOKS [_pushing his way to the front_]. It belongs to the nation of Irish Poland. _An even greater sensation._ JERRY. The State of Idaho is nothing but a bunch of mountains. I’ve traded it to the nation of Irish Poland for the Buzzard Islands. _Mr. Jones hands the treaty to Judge Fossile._ FISH [_on his feet_]. Judge Fossile, the people of Idaho---- SNOOKS. Treason! Treason! Set down, fella! You’re a subject of the nation of Irish Poland. JERRY [_pointing to Fish_]. Those foreigners think they can run this country. _The other Senators shrink away from Fish._ JUDGE FOSSILE [_to Fish_]. If you want to speak as a citizen of the United States, you’ll have to take out naturalization papers. SNOOKS. I won’t let him. I’m goin’ to take him with me. He’s part of our property. _He seizes the indignant Fish firmly by the arm and pins a large “Sold” badge to the lapel of his coat._ DORIS [_heartily_]. Well, I’m certainly glad I didn’t marry a foreigner. _Just at this point, when Jerry seems to have triumphed all around, there is the noise of a fife and drum outside, and General Pushing marches in, followed by his musical escort. The General is in a state of great excitement._ GENERAL PUSHING. Mr. President, I am here on the nation’s business! THE SENATORS. Hurrah! GENERAL PUSHING. War must be declared! THE SENATORS. Hurrah! JERRY. Who is the enemy? GENERAL PUSHING. The enemy is the nation of Irish Poland! _All eyes are now turned upon Snooks, who looks considerably alarmed._ GENERAL PUSHING [_raising his voice_]. On to the Buzzard Islands! THE SENATORS. Hurrah! Hurrah! Down with Irish Poland! JUDGE FOSSILE. Now, Mr. President, all treaties are off! GENERAL PUSHING [_looking scornfully at Jerry_]. He tried to trade the State of Idaho for some islands full of Buzzards. Bah! THE SENATORS. Bah! SNOOKS [_indignantly_]. What’s ee idea? Is this a frame-up to beat the nation of Irish Poland outa their rights? We want the State of Idaho. You want the Buzzard Islands, don’t you? GENERAL PUSHING. We can take them by force. We’re at war. [_To the Senators._] We’ve ordered all stuffed Buzzards to be removed from the natural history museums. [_Cheers._] And domestic Buzzards are now fair game, both in and out of season. [_More cheers._] Buzzard domination would be unthinkable. JUDGE FOSSILE [_pointing to Jerry_]. And now, Senators. How many of you vote for the impeachment of this enemy of the commonwealth? _The five Senators stand up._ JUDGE FOSSILE [_to Jerry_]. The verdict of a just nation. Is there any one here to say why this verdict should not stand? _Dada, who all this time has been absorbed in the contemplation of the heavens, suddenly throws down his telescope with a crash._ DADA [_in a tragic voice_]. It’s too late! ALL. Too late?