Mr. G. Couldn’t you manage to take it?
P. Possibly, yes. (Gets writing pad and seats himself at desk.)
Mr. G. The public is very much interested in celebrities just now. Napoleon you know, and Pillby. The politician held sway a long time but now the other people are falling into line. When the public hears of success, they want to know all about its possessor. The public idolize success. Now the papers are publishing portraits of dashing Board of Trade men, brilliant, brainy pork-packers, solid real estate men, smooth oil refiners, expansive gas operators.
P. I have seen a write-up of a philanthropic operator in fire sales, ten-cent counter goods, etc.; made his million of course. This is a progressive age.
Mr. G. Now, Mrs. Fadd, be kind enough to answer:
Q. What kind of paper do you write on?
A. Cream laid, note size.
P. Jersey cream?
Mr. G. Powers, you are getting so absent-minded. This is an interview of a literary celebrity.
Q. What sort of chair do you sit in?