Fish. Sure. I’m goin’ to be one. Say! There’s where you get the real graft.
Jerry’s eyes close sleepily and then start open.
Jerry [attentively]. Do you hear a noise?
Fish [after listening for a moment]. I don’t hear a sound.
Jerry [puzzled]. That’s funny. I hear a noise.
Fish [scornfully]. I guess you’re seeing things.
Another pause.
Jerry. And you say you never wanted to be President?
Fish. Na-ah!
The noise outside has now increased, come nearer, swollen to the dimensions of a roar. Presently it is almost under the windows. Fish apparently does not hear it, but Jerry knits his hairless brows and rises to his feet. He goes to the window and throws it open. A mighty cheer goes up and there is the beating of a bass drum.