Pink T. How much do we owe?
Rosa. Nearly five thousand dollars.
Pink T. That is nothing for a wealthy club like ours. Why, in the old times when men carried the pocket-book and managed clubs they were always head over heels in debt.
Rosa. (Surprised.) Why, Miss Pink T. Hykight! Do you adduce the men’s clubs as examples for our guidance?
Pink T. Certainly not. Their clubs are cheap nowadays because we allow them so little pocket money. And they are so weak in the matter of drinks.
Rosa. But we can’t pay bills even in 1950 without money.
Pres. I tire of hearing about money. Money has never been the chief object in any condition of society.
Rosa. We’ll not agree there. Our grandfathers and fathers made a god of money, a swinish, brutal fetich. But we must do something; our wine bill is enormous.
Pink T. That comes of giving a banquet at the Paragon Hotel and inviting a thirsty horde of men.
Rosa. But the bill must be paid, and the cigar man is clamoring for his money.