Jerry [insistently to General Pushing]. Take off that hat and coat!
General Pushing [aghast]. But, Mr. President——
Jerry. Listen here—if I’m the President you do what I say.
General Pushing obediently removes his sword and takes off his hat and coat. He assumes a crouching posture and, putting up his fists, begins to dance menacingly around Jerry.
But, instead of squaring off, Jerry gets quickly into the General’s hat and coat and buckles on the sword.
Jerry. All right, since you know so much about being President, you put on my hat and coat and try it for a while.
The General, greatly taken aback, looks from Jerry to Jerry’s coat, with startled eyes. Jerry swaggers up and down the lawn, brandishing the sword. Then his eyes fall with distaste upon the General’s shirtsleeves.
Jerry. Well, what are you moping around for?
General Pushing [plaintively]. Come on, Mr. President, be reasonable. Give me that coat and hat. Nobody appreciates a good joke any more than I do, but——
Jerry [emphatically]. No, I won’t give them to you. I’m a general, and I’m going to war. You can stay around here. [Sarcastically, to Mr. Jones.] He’ll straighten everything out, Mr. Jones.