KEN. [Starts to remove drawing.] I don't want Martin to see this. He'd never forgive me if he knew I'd quit working on stuff for Russia.
TIPPY. Hi, Ted! Give a look on your fellow artist's work.
[KEN stands aside, TED rises politely, keeping finger in place in book and looking at drawing briefly.]
TED. [Indifferently.] It's very nice.
[He goes back to couch and his book, KEN removes drawing and rolls it up. TIPPY finishes pants and cuts off iron, MARTIN'S voice heard in hall, singing.]
MARTIN. Belaya armeya chornee barone
Snova gotovyat nam tsarskee trone
[MARTIN enters, marching and singing.]
No ot tigee doe bretanskeye Morye
[Stamps and accents each syllable.]
Anneya krasnaya vsekh seelnaye.
TIPPY. Jesus, Martin, why don't you get Billy Rose to write a new song for the Red Army?
MARTIN. As soon as Ken learns Krasnaya Armeya I'll teach him the International.
TIPPY. I can bellyache the Armeya better now than he can.
MARTIN. Damned pity you won't study Russian with us. You have a natural gift for languages.