(An hour of unbroken applause follows.)
NOXUS PODUNKUS
(As quiet is once more restored and he is dusted into semi-consciousness.) Quite so! Quite so! Forever and a day! Ah! And—and (he looks about for his tablet and twenty-seven Dizzards hand him each a sacred plate.)—and that—let me see—Ah, yes!—Question Four! Question Four! Here it is! (Reads.) “And that God is always on His Throne?” (He collapses from exhaustion.)
THE 1ST, 316TH, 3727TH, 4728TH, 6914TH, AND 7178TH
(Falling flat on their backs.)
He is! He is! It is so plain
Upon His Throne He doth remain!
By day or night, in dark or light,
We feel His presence shining bright!
All’s well with the world!
(They roll to and fro in rows of one hundred each.)
THE ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND SPECTATORS
(Uproariously.)
Hey! Hey! What a glorious day!
Hey! Hey! What a glorious day!