The grill-room of the Jazza. Anthony seated. Enter Richard Caramel. In person short, in pocket shorter. His figure is round—he is always round where Anthony is buying drinks.
Anthony: Hello, Caramel, old sweet!
Dick: Thanks, I will.
Anthony: Waiter! Two double Dacharis in tea cups and four more to follow.
Dick: Sounds to me!
Anthony: Pour it down, beardless boy! How many can you hold?
Dick: Don’t know—never had enough.
Anthony: Waiter! two dozen quadruple Dacharis in bath-tubs. Who’s the luscious débutante across the room?
Dick: My cousin, Gloria Goodle, the Speed Girl from Kansas City.
Anthony: No!