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THE LAND OF MANY NAMES
The swells with cash and the stony-broke
Went off their upper storeys;
Lord love us, what a fine mix-up
Of Bolsheviks and Tories!
What a mix-up it is all round
Of wenches and of brats,
Of young ’uns and of old ’uns too,
Of mongrels and tom-cats!
Second Constable:
Stop that, will you? This isn’t a public-house. You just come down from there, or I’ll have to run you in.
[Enter School-children led by Teachers.
First Constable:
Don’t be silly, now.
Second Constable:
This is insubordination.
[The Stripling returns to his place.
First Man:
Ha, ha!
The Stripling:
Ha, ha!
Second Man:
Ha, ha, ha! These kids could learn a thing or two from you. But we shan’t be long now before things get started, I expect.
[Enter Vandergold and Dollarson. The stage fills up.]
