General Pushing [meaningly]. Being President is a sacred trust, you know, Mr. Frost.
Jerry. Well, I know it’s a sacred trust, don’t I?
General Pushing [sternly]. Are you proud of it?
Jerry [utterly crestfallen]. Of course, I’m proud of it. Don’t I look proud? I’m proud as a pecan. [Resentfully.] What do you know about it, anyways? You’re nothing but a common soldier—I mean a common general.
General Pushing [pityingly]. I came here to help you, Mr. Frost. [With warning emphasis.] Perhaps you are aware that the sovereign State of Idaho is about to ask your resignation.
Jerry [now thoroughly resentful]. Look at here, suppose you be the President for a while, if you know so much about it.
General Pushing [complacently]. I’ve often thought that what this country needs is a military man at the head of it.
Jerry. All right, then, you just take off that hat and coat!
Jerry takes off his own coat. Jones rushes forward in alarm.
Jones. If there’s going to be a fight hadn’t we all better go into the billiard-room?