Jerry [enthusiastically]. Send me a post-card, Ambassador Snooks. The White House, City, will reach me.
Snooks. Post-card! Say, lay off. You and me are pals. I’d do anything for a pal. Come on down to the corner and I’ll buy you a cigar.
Jerry [to Mr. Jones]. I guess I can go out now for a while.
Jones. Oh, yes.
Jerry. Hang on to that treaty. And, say, when the Secretary of the Treasury wakes up tell him I’ve got to have five million dollars right away.
Jones. If you’ll just come into the office for a moment you can put your signatures on it right away.
Jerry and the Honorable Snooks go into the White House arm in arm, followed by Mr. Jones. Presently Jerry can be seen in the window of the President’s office.
A moment later the doors swing open again, this time for the tottering egress of Dada.
Dada, not without difficulty, arranges himself a place in the sun. He is preparing for his morning siesta, and, indeed, has almost managed to spread a handkerchief over his face when in through the gate comes Doris. Her eye falls on him and a stern purpose is born. Dada, seeing her approach, groans in anticipation.
Doris. Dada, I want to speak to you.