Mary. (Smiling) No, and never put off till to-morrow what you can sign to-day.
Martin. (Signing) There you are. (Hands Mary paper)
Mary. (Sits on table) Thanks. Now, Mr. Martin, there’s just one question I’d like to ask.
Martin. Go ahead, I’ll answer you anything.
Mary. Why is it, when Rodney’s been out of college for two years, that it’s only the last three months you’ve been so persistent about getting him to work?
Martin. It’s like this. You know old John Clark?
Mary. The man you dine with so often?
Martin. Yes, friends and rivals for thirty years.
Mary. He’s in Ivory Soap, isn’t he?
Martin. (Emphatically) I should say he is—one of the big men there. We’ve fought all our lives over soap, but he’s never been able to lick me, and—well, I haven’t been able to lick him, either.