LOEB (solus):
The rogues fall out—sic semper.
As honest man, I will annex his temper.
[Puts President’s temper under his coat and exit.]
ACT II
THE PRESS (solum):
The President “received” last night—all smiles,
Charming the throng with amiable wiles.
But Loeb, with flaming eyes and flying feet,
Sprang in and kicked them all into the street!