Telephone—Br-r-r-r-r-rrr.
Hay—That you, Moody? Have you sent those fifteen warships to the Isthmus?—and the two thousand marines? And have they orders that if any Colombian soldier set foot on the sacred soil of Panama they are to shoot him on the spot?
Tel.—Br-r-r-r-rzz—spot him on the snoot.
Hay—All right. I’ll draft a canal treaty with the Panaman Junta at once. The President has his ear to the ground and says that there is a pretty strong sentiment down there in favor of admittance into this Union. Truly this is a wonderful century.
Tel.—People are saying that we fomented this Panama rebellion.
Hay—Oh, Moody; how unjust!
A WHITE HOUSE IDYL
President Roosevelt. Shonts, Engineer of the Panama Canal. Loeb, Private Secretary to the President. The Adversary of Souls. The Press.