Garside's Career: A Comedy in Four Acts

by Harold Brighouse

Peter. I mean to try. I've got ambitions.

Fred. Thank God, I haven't. A cosy club and a decent cigar are good enough for me. Please count me conquered in advance. (Lolling easily in chair.)

Lady M. But has a Labour member such opportunities of—er—conquering London, Mr. Garside?

Peter. If he puts them to the right use. Yes—there's money in it.

Fred, (sitting up, interested). Money? I'll be a Labour member. I like money.

Peter. I don't say it's been done up to now. I'm going to do it, though.

Fred. What's the recipe?

Peter. Oh, you begin by journalism and lecture engagements.

Fred. And that's the royal road to wealth? Mother, why wasn't I brought up to be a Labour member! This solves the problem of what shall we do with our sons. Only it's too like work for me.

Glad. Freddie, don't chaff Mr. Garside. He isn't one of your frivolous Club companions.