FEJEVARY: Are you talking about the Hindus?
HORACE: Yes, the dirty dagoes.
FEJEVARY: Hindus aren't dagoes you know, Horace.
HORACE: Well, what's the difference? This foreign element gets my goat.
SENATOR: My boy, you talk like an American. But what do you
mean--Hindus?
FEJEVARY: There are two young Hindus here as students. And they're good
students.
HORACE: Sissies.
FEJEVARY: But they must preach the gospel of free India--non-British
India.
SENATOR: Oh, that won't do.
HORACE: They're nothing but Reds, I'll say. Well, one of 'em's going
back to get his. (_grins_)
FEJEVARY: There were three of them last year. One of them is wanted back
home.
SENATOR: I remember now. He's to be deported.
HORACE: And when they get him--(_movement as of pulling a rope_) They
hang there.
FEJEVARY: The other two protest against our not fighting the deportation
of their comrade. They insist it means death to him. (_brushing off a
thing that is inclined to worry him_) But we can't handle India's
affairs.
SENATOR: I should think not!
HORACE: Why, England's our ally! That's what I told them. But you can't
argue with people like that. Just wait till I find the speeches of
Abraham Lincoln!
(_Passes through to left_)
SENATOR: Fine boy you have, Mr Fejevary.
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