Birdie. I insist this was no plumber. Plumbers don’t wear eye-glasses. I found his on the floor. (Produces glass. “Ohs” by members.)
Pres. Suppose we call Mary. (Pulls bell.)
Daisy. We might as well go to the bottom of the matter. It’s sure to get into the papers now.
Birdie. Yes, thanks to the indifference of the Public Censor, Adelaide Witherspoon.
Enter Mary, L.
Pres. Mary, have you seen any men in the club rooms?
Mary. Only the licensed ones.
Birdie. (Severely.) Smilax, do you ever examine their licenses?
Mary. Why no! I know them all.