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 A PLAY IN THREE ACTS 
 
 BY HOLLIS CLARK 
 
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CHARACTERS 
 
 Mr. Buckley 
 
 Mr. Davidson 
 
 Mr. James Mayhew 
 
 Waiter 
 Mr. Henry Fairfield 
 Mrs. Henry Fairfield 
 Miss Clara Fairfield 
 Miss Marg-aret Davidson 
 Mr. Gerald Fairfield 
 Mr. Purvis 
 
 TIME 
 The Present 
 
 PLACE 
 An American City 
 
 Act I. Monday morning. Mr. Fairfield's club. 
 
 Act n. Tuesday morning. Mr. Fairfield's 
 office. 
 
 Act III. Saturday morning. Mr. Fairfield's 
 home. 
 
ACT I. 
 
 (Reading-room of the Commercial Club, 
 with heavy furniture, hangings and carpet. On 
 the left is a large brick fireplace and mantel; on 
 the mantel is a big French clock, and above it 
 is an antler ed deerhead. Back of the fireplace, 
 on the left, is a door leading to the billiard 
 room. Opposite this door, on the right, is the 
 door to the front halhmy. Between these two 
 doors, occupying nearly all the back zvall, is a 
 very wide windozv, draped ivith rich maroon 
 silk tapestry, zvell looped back so as not to ob- 
 struct the viezv, which is adequately command- 
 ed by a battery of easy chairs. Against the right 
 wall near the hall door is a zvriting table, strong 
 as a carpenter's bench and nearly as large, but 
 small in comparison with the long library table 
 that occupies the middle of the room. This pon- 
 derous piece, zvhich must have been built in its 
 place or at least brought into the room in sec- 
 tions, is covered zvith newspapers and pictorials 
 neatly arranged in rozvs and piles. It is sur- 
 rounded by easy chairs, straight chairs, and 
 serving tables at convenient intervals. The 
 walls of the room are adorned zmth paintings 
 in huge gilt frames zvhich go zvell with the per- 
 vading air of solid comfort and solid mahogany. 
 
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 In front of the library table three easy chairs 
 form a semicircle about a serving table upon 
 which are a call-bell and match-box holder. The 
 chair on the right is occupied by Mr. Buckley, 
 a prosperous, middle-aged lazvyer, wearing a 
 gray business suit, a straw hat on the back of 
 his head; his walking-stick lies on the floor be- 
 side his chair. In the next chair, facing the 
 front, is Mr. Davidson, a successful banker, 
 over fifty but still in his prime. He zvears a 
 blue serge business suit and a straw hat, and his 
 walking-stick rests across the arms of his chair. 
 The third chair is vacant. 
 
 In an easy chair near the windozv sits Mr. 
 Mayhezv, reading a newspaper. Mr. Mayhezv 
 is attired in a gray sack suit and drab slouch 
 hat, with no trace of a stick. His appearance 
 is neat but has not the trimness of the other 
 tzvo gentlemen. 
 
 Mr. Davidson, who is solemnly contemplat- 
 ing the table in front of him, yazmis. Mr. 
 Buckley, similarly occupied, stretches, and after 
 a pause of some moments resumes the daily 
 morning deliberations. ) 
 
 Buckley. This club is no good. 
 
 {Mr. Mayhezv glances at the group and 
 resumes reading.) 
 
 Davidson. Vile. 
 
 {Mr. Mayhezv looks up again, rattles his 
 paper and resumes reading.) 
 
 Buckley. Rotten. {Yazvns.) What has 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 7 
 
 become of that sign ''Silence" that used to be 
 on the big- table? 
 
 Davidson. Nobody paid any attention to 
 it, so the house committee put it up in the 
 library. Nobody ever goes to the library, so 
 the sign is obeyed. 
 
 Buckley. Discipline must be preserved. 
 
 (Mr. May hew drops his paper in Jiis lap 
 and looks out the zvindozv.) 
 
 Davidson. Worst house committee we 
 ever had and that's saying a good deal. 
 ( Yazvns. ) 
 
 {Mr. Mayheiv gives up his efforts to read, 
 rises, drops Jiis paper in his eh air, and ap- 
 proaches the other two men. If annoyed, he 
 does not show it. He is a zvell-fed, zvell-con- 
 ditioned, well-dressed bachelor of fifty, partial 
 to the west where he has spent much time, but 
 not unap pre dative of the advantages of the 
 east where he zms born. He is a mining super- 
 intendent in Mexico, his bronzed complexion 
 contrasting with the office pallor of the other 
 two men. He is deliberate in speech and 
 movement and his gentle sarcasms usually 
 meet with the same good-nature zvith zvhich 
 they are uttered.) 
 
 Davidson. {As Mr. Mayhew draws near.) 
 Why, hel-lo Mayhew! Where did you drop 
 from? 
 
 Mayhew. Hello, Davidson. Just in from 
 Mexico this morning. How are you, Buck- 
 
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 ley? (Shakes hands heartily zvifh both and 
 takes the third chair at the table.) 
 
 Buckley. (To Mr. Mayhezv.) How are 
 things in Mexico? Revolution still on? 
 
 Mayhew. Yes. They are all revolving so 
 rapidly they sort of hurled me away by cen- 
 trifugal force. The mines are closed down. 
 I'm not sorry to take a vacation — first time 
 I've been east in five years. 
 
 Davidson. You don't say! It doesn't 
 seem that long- since you were here last. 
 
 Mayhew. It's rather a novelty to read a 
 newspaper the same day it was printed instead 
 of a week later. 
 
 Buckley. Anything in the papers this 
 morning? I didn't have time to read mine. 
 
 Davidson. Johnson's going to pitch today. 
 
 Mayhew. A cool wave promised by the 
 weather man. 
 
 Buckley. Did you see w^hat it said in the 
 paper yesterday about synthetic leather? 
 
 Mayhew. Synthetic leather? 
 
 Davidson. What's that? 
 
 Buckley. It's a new^ invention. It's an 
 artificial leather which they propose to man- 
 ufacture instead of getting it from hides. 
 
 Davidson. I bet it never gets beyond the 
 proposal stage. 
 
 Buckley. Wonderful age this; horseless 
 carriage, smokeless powder, wireless teleg- 
 raphy,— 
 
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 Mayhew. Cowless miik, — 
 
 Buckley. So why not hideless leather? 
 
 Davidson. I heard of a fatherless baby. 
 
 Buckley. Was its mother a sexless 
 woman ? 
 
 Mayhew. Case of parthenogenesis per- 
 haps. 
 
 Buckley. (To Mr. Davidson.) Where do 
 you suppose he got that word? 
 
 Davidson. Search me. Even after he got 
 it, how did he remember it? 
 
 Buckley. Maybe it's a Mexican word. 
 
 MAYHEW^ Much reading maketh a full 
 man. 
 
 Davidson. Not here. 
 
 Mayhew. Reading is my principal amuse- 
 ment at the mines ; nothing else to do at night. 
 
 Davidson. Then you are a dangerous 
 man. People who read too much always want 
 to reform the world. 
 
 Mayhew. Such is not my intention. 
 
 (The conversation languishes. Mr. David- 
 son drums on the arms of his chair and goes 
 thru the motions of zvhistling, but vuithont 
 audible residt. Mr. Buckley yazvns again and 
 tries to think of something to say. Mr. May- 
 hezv leans back and crosses his legs. The 
 zvaiter, in zvhite summer livery, enters; he 
 goes thru the motions of straightening out 
 the papers on the table, moves a fezv chairs a 
 fraction of an inch, and goes out.) 
 
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 Buckley. They say the gas company is 
 going" to cut another melon next week. 
 
 Mayhew. The pirates. 
 
 Davidson. No, the philanthropists. I own 
 some of the stock. 
 
 Mayhew. How much is it this time? 
 
 Davidson. A hundred per cent stock divi- 
 dend. We only got fifty last time. 
 
 Mayhew. The whole gas plant is worth 
 about a million dollars. This new dividend 
 will make the capitalization about eight mil- 
 lions. It's a wonder the public stands it. 
 
 Davidson. My dear boy, 3^ou don't under- 
 stand the public. A public that will stand the 
 express companies and the sleeping-car mo- 
 nopoly will stand anything. 
 
 Mayhew. I guess you are right. 
 
 Buckley. Old Fairfield understands the 
 public. He's a director of the gas company. 
 
 Davidson. So am I. The rest of us lef 
 Fairfield do the directing. 
 
 Buckley. It's mighty poor gas. 
 
 Davidson. The meters are good. 
 
 Mayhew. "Laugh and the world laughs 
 with you." 
 
 Buckley. Such being the case, has the 
 sun crossed the yardarm? 
 
 Mayhew. "Make it so." 
 
 Davidson. (^Reaches with his cane and 
 taps the hell.) Let's shake. 
 
 {Enter Waiter.) 
 
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 Davidson. {To Waiter.) Bring the 
 bones. 
 
 {Waiter goes out and returns zvith a dice- 
 box which he places on the little table. TJie 
 three members get up and with some difficulty, 
 assisted by the Waiter, get their heavy chairs 
 near enough to the table so that, by sitting on 
 the edges, they are in position to operate the 
 dicebox. Mr. Davidson takes the box and 
 deals a die apiece zvhich is carefully examined 
 and then flipped by its possessor.) 
 
 Davidson. {After examining the several 
 dice.) Your first throw, Mayhew. 
 
 Mayhew. {Gathers up the dice, shakes 
 and throws.) Two Httle deuces; {shakes and 
 throzvs) three little deuces; {shakes and 
 throzvs) three deuces. {Shoves the box to Mr. 
 Davidson.) 
 
 Davidson. {Shakes and throzvs) three 
 sixes; {leers trinmphantly at Mr. Mayhew) 
 ril stand on that. {Passes the box to Mr. 
 Buckley. ) 
 
 Buckley. {Shakes violently and throzvs.) 
 Bah! {Shakes and throzvs.) Two fives! 
 {Shakes and throws.) Nothing better. You're 
 out, Davidson. Best two out of three, May- 
 hew. 
 
 {Exit Waiter, after vainly zvaiting for an 
 order. ) 
 
 {Mr. Buckley throzvs.) 
 
 Davidson. Ha ! 
 
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 (Mr. Mayhezv throzvs.) 
 
 Davidson. Ha! Ha! (It is evident that 
 Mr. Mayhezv has zvon the first round.) 
 
 Buckley. (Snapping his fingers sharply 
 as he throzvs. Disappointedly.) Will you 
 look at that! 
 
 Mayhew. (Throzvs.) My unlucky num- 
 ber. Horse apiece. 
 
 (Mr. Buckley, more cheerfid after zvinning 
 the second round, gets up, marches around Jiis 
 chair three times for luck, sits dozvn, and 
 makes his last throzv zvith great caution and 
 anxiety. The residt is not encouraging. Mr. 
 Dazndson is intensely interested. Mr. Mayhezv 
 makes the final throzv; the residt is victory 
 for himself, and he leans back complacently. 
 Mr. Buckley leans back resignedly.) 
 
 Davidson. (Looking inquiringly from Buck- 
 ley to Mayhezv.) Nothing seems to be hap- 
 pening. 
 
 Buckley. O! Excuse me; I'm stuck. Why 
 didn't we order? Sound the tocsin. (Mr. 
 Davidson taps the bell and the Waiter comes 
 in.) Take the orders. 
 
 Mayhew. Julep. 
 
 Davidson. Highball 
 
 (Mr. Buckley gives a short, sharp nod to 
 the Waiter, zvho goes out.) 
 
 Davidson. (To Buckley.) What does that 
 mean ? Sarsaparilla ? 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 13 
 
 Mayhew. (Confidently, to Davidson.) 
 Oyster stew. 
 
 Buckley. He knows. If you fellows 
 would learn the sign language, it would save 
 3^ou lots of trouble. 
 
 Davidson. There ought to be some means 
 of communication understood by all. I or- 
 dered an angel's breath the other day and 
 what do you suppose I got? 
 
 Buckley. You ought to have got a letter 
 from the Board of Governors. What did you 
 get? 
 
 Davidson. A rainbow! 
 
 Waiter. (Enters, paging.) Mis-ter Da- 
 vid-son. Mis-ter Da-vid-son. 
 
 Davidson. He's not here. (Exit Waiter.) 
 
 (Mr. Mayhezv takes out a cigaret from his 
 pocket case, reaches for the mat dies, takes the 
 box, lights his cigaret, taps the table gently 
 with the matchbox and drops it absently into 
 his side coat pocket, unobserved by the others. 
 The Waiter enters zmth the jidep for Mr. May- 
 hew, the highball for Mr. Davidson and a glit- 
 tering cocktail for Mr. Buckley. He siphons 
 the highball and goes out.) 
 
 All. (Reaching for their drinks.) How. 
 
 (Mr. Buckley taps the bell and the Waiter 
 enters. ) 
 
 Buckley. Bring the cigars. (The Waiter 
 goes out and returns zvith the cigar tray.) 
 Have a smoke? 
 
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 (Mr. Mayhew, already smoking, declines as 
 the tray is passed by the Waiter. Mr. David- 
 son and Mr. Buckley take cigars. After due 
 deliberation, Mr. Buckley cuts the end of his 
 cigar and signs the chits which the Waiter has 
 placed before him. The Waiter takes the chits 
 and tray and goes out.) 
 
 Buckley. (Reaching for the matchbox, 
 discovers its absejice. ) This infernal club gets 
 worse and worse. (Slams the bell. Waiter 
 comes back in a hurry.) Bring some matches, 
 please. (Waiter brings a box from neighbor- 
 ing table.) 
 
 Mayhew. Old Fairfield seems to have 
 time to do a lot of things besides directing 
 your iniquitous gas company. What kind of 
 a joint is that he runs in the Equitable Build- 
 ing? 
 
 Davidson. The Cosmos Correspondence 
 College, one of those get-wise-quick concerns. 
 They'll teach you how to practise medicine in 
 fifteen lessons by mail. 
 
 Buckley. I would like to recommend it to 
 some of the doctors I know. 
 
 Mayhew. Will they teach you to swim by 
 mail ? 
 
 Davidson. Yes, anything. It's a big in- 
 dustry. Pays to(J, as you might know, since 
 Henry Fairfield runs it. He's never been in 
 business for his health. 
 
 Buckley. I should say not. I happened 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 15 
 
 to be in the Sterling Trust Company's safe 
 deposit place one day when he was there, and 
 he had a safe deposit box as big as a trunk. 
 He must be worth a million, don't you think? 
 
 Davidson. It's more than a million. His 
 interest in the gas company is nearly that, and 
 he is not the man to put all his eggs in one 
 basket. 
 
 Mayhew. He's a slick old rascal. 
 
 Buckley. Why old, and why rascal? He's 
 only about fifty. What has he done to you ? 
 
 Mayhew. He is my brother-in-law. 
 
 Davidson. {Looks at Buckley and laughs; 
 then addresses Mayhezv.) I had forgotten he 
 married your sister. Pardon me for causing 
 you to call him a rascal. 
 
 Mayhew. It's all right. No apologies neces- 
 sary. He's a good husband as far as that's 
 concerned. I was thinking of some of the 
 things he has promoted. One of them was sell- 
 ing-homes-on-the-installment-plan. He sold 
 houses on easy terms to easy marks. 
 
 Buckley. Did you buy? 
 
 Mayhew. I did. It ought to be called sell- 
 ing-homes-on-the-extortion-plan. However, I 
 beat him out. 
 
 Buckley. How did it happen? Tell us 
 about it, Mayhew. 
 
 Mayhew. When I wanted to buy a house, 
 he induced me to go into one of those selling- 
 homes-on-the-installment schemes which he 
 
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 was promoting- at that time. The bait was o-ood 
 and I swallowed it, with the hook. You 
 see the game is to build a string of houses that 
 cost sa}^ four thousand dollars apiece and sell 
 them at seventy-five hundred, on what they ad- 
 vertise as easy terms. The trusting purchaser 
 puts down only a hundred dollars or perhaps 
 two, and then pays thirty-seven dollars and 
 thirteen cents a month, just like rent, the ad- 
 vertisement says, the bulk of the purchase price 
 being on first mortgage. Some of the buyers 
 fall out at the first annual interest payment, but 
 many of them manag-e to worry along for three 
 years until the first mortgage matures. There's 
 the point. They find unexpected obstacles in 
 the way of renewing the mortgage. The com- 
 mission alone is three per cent, which in the case 
 of a six thousand dollar mortgage amounts to 
 one hundred and eighty dollars, to say nothing 
 of various other fees and expenses, so the usual 
 result is that the home-buyer is stumped, the 
 mortgage is foreclosed, he moves out with noth- 
 ing, the dealer gets the house back, spends a 
 few dollars on repairs and sells it again. Great 
 thing for the dealer. The way I got ahead of 
 him was this : When my first mortgage fell due, 
 I happened to have enough money to pay it of¥ 
 and get the house and lot in fee simple. Had 
 him there. 
 
 Davidson. You certainly did. Mayhew, I 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 17 
 
 believe you are something of a financier after 
 all. 
 
 Mayhew. Let's have a drink. (Taps the 
 bell. Enter Waiter.) Take the orders. {The 
 Waiter takes tJie orders and ,^oes out.) 
 
 Davidson. Henry Fairfield is a mighty 
 clever man. We people in the banking business 
 know how few of them there are, — in a financial 
 way, I mean. The money-making faculty is 
 a separate and distinct part of the human make- 
 up. No matter how brilliant intellectually a 
 man may be, he can't make money unless he 
 has that money-making faculty. 
 
 Mayhew. Accumulating money is another 
 thing. 
 
 Davidson. Yes. I know men who make 
 plenty of money, but they can't hold on to it to 
 save their souls. 
 
 Buckley. Henry Fairfield can do both. 
 
 Davidson. Most men who go into business 
 fail. Most men over sixty years of age are 
 dependent upon their children or charity for 
 support. Especially in America. We are an 
 improvident, wasteful, extravagant people. 
 
 (Enter Waiter zvith the drinks, which are 
 deliberately and solemnly disposed of. Exit 
 Waiter.) 
 
 Davidson. Most of the life insurance paid 
 out on death claims is squandered. Not 
 ten per cent of it remains in the hands of the 
 beneficiaries at the end of two years. 
 
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 Buckley. They have to have automobiles. 
 
 Mayhew. It keeps money in circulation. 
 
 Davidson. (^Sarcastically.) Brilliant! Bril- 
 liant ! 
 
 Buckley. It's a gift. 
 
 Mayhew. All the same, no more financial 
 dealings with Henry Fairfield for me. 
 
 Davidson. You're prejudiced. 
 
 Mayhew. No, I'm not. 
 
 Davidson. You're prejudiced against him 
 just because he's your brother-in-law. 
 
 Buckley. (Reenforcing Mr. Davidson.) 
 All successful men make enemies. Fairfield is 
 very successful. He is a smart man. 
 
 Davidson. He is also a primitive man — fol- 
 lows his instincts more than his reason. Like 
 all of us, he feels that self-preservation is the 
 first law of nature, but he carries it to its logical 
 conclusion. If he had been born a savage, he 
 would have gathered food, weapons, and wives 
 by taking them by force, and he would have 
 been chief of the tribe. In the middle ages he 
 would have been a robber baron, levying upon 
 everybody within reach. Being a civilized man 
 of the present day, he still accumulates wealth, 
 but by methods modified by a due regard for the 
 law. 
 
 Mayhew. Ha! Much he thinks about the 
 law until it gets him into a corner, and then he 
 squirms out, with the assistance of our legal 
 brother here. (Indicating Mr. Buckley.) 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 19 
 
 Buckley. Aren't you a little hard on my 
 respected client? He is a good husband and 
 father. 
 
 Mayhew. That's a mighty poor argument 
 in favor of a man. It is unnatural not to be 
 good to your family. Besides, men of his stamp 
 are good to their families thru sheer egotism 
 in regard to their own flesh and blood. How 
 about his employees? 
 
 Buckley. He treats them justly — I cannot 
 say that he pampers them. 
 
 Mayhew. He gets all he can out of them 
 for the least money. How about the public? 
 
 Davidson. He makes the usual contribu- 
 tions to charities. 
 
 Mayhew. Charged to advertising account 
 probably. How about fair dealing? What of 
 the Western Oilfields scandal, and that fake 
 bitters he used to sell by the thousands of bot- 
 tles? (To Mr. Davidson.) Your house under- 
 writes securities; would you touch anything 
 like that Western Oilfields proposition? 
 
 Davidson. No, of course not, but ours is a 
 long-established house. We have a reputation 
 to maintain which is part of our capital. 
 
 Mayhew. H'm! Let George do the dirty 
 work ! 
 
 Davidson. We could not afford to be mixed 
 up in any stockjobbing schemes like that any 
 more than we could enter the loan shark's field. 
 All the same, these lines of business have their 
 
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 uses. They give employment to a large num- 
 ber of people, and the money they get might 
 just as well change hands that way as any other, 
 so long as human beings are what they are. 
 
 Mayhew. I suppose the gold brick industry 
 has its good points, too. 
 
 Davidson. Well, I don't say that. You 
 must draw the line somewhere. But take all 
 this agitation against the loan sharks for ex- 
 ample. It's all futile. The agitators talk as if 
 people were forced at the point of a gun to bor- 
 row money from a loan shark. They are not. 
 They go to him of their own free will. They 
 don't have to go. They accept the money-lend- 
 er's terms. They don't have to accept those 
 terms. If they don't like his terms, why do they 
 accept them and then squeal about it like babies ? 
 If they would save their gum and moving-pic- 
 tures nickels instead of spending them they 
 wouldn't be so hard up. That is the real trou- 
 ble ; the masses won't save ; they won't exercise 
 any self-denial. 
 
 Mayhew. But don't the loan sharks charge 
 more than the legal rate of interest? 
 
 Davidson. The legal rate of interest ! The 
 legal rate of interest is a joke. The business 
 rate of interest is as much as the traffic will 
 bear. You might just as well talk about the 
 legal price of potatoes. What you pay for po- 
 tatoes is the market price, and the market price 
 is likewise what you pay for borrowed money. 
 
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 Mayhew. But the banks don't charge more 
 than the legal rate, do they ? 
 
 Davidson. Listen: If the banks make no 
 more than five per cent interest on their money, 
 hov^ is it that the First National has been pay- 
 ing twelve per cent dividends to its stockhold- 
 ers for the past ten years? 
 
 Mayhew. I give it up. 
 
 Davidson. Do not think for a moment tho 
 that bankers violate the law. Perish the 
 thought! We respect the statute on usury, 
 but as the Bible says, there is more than one 
 way to kill a cat. 
 
 Mayhew. Well, it's all too many for me. 
 The more I learn of high finance, the more pru- 
 dent it seems to me to confine my fiscal opera- 
 tions to low altitudes. 
 
 Davidson. A good plan. (To Mr. Buck- 
 ley.) You had better escape pr-etty soon, old 
 Batch. This is ladies' day at the club. 
 
 Buckley. That's so! The first one, isn't it! 
 However, {Looking at his zvatch.) They can't 
 come till after twelve, so I'm safe for some 
 time yet. I'm interested in this learned dis- 
 cussion on the ethics of business. 
 
 Mayhew. I have never made any money 
 like you {Indicating Davidson.) nor inherited 
 it like you; {Indicating Buckley.) I am a sal- 
 aried man. I am one individual of the masses, 
 who are, as you imply, {Indicating Davidson.) 
 a lot of muttonheads. I agree with you. They 
 
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 are. They are exploited by the clever few. It 
 is so in nature and always has been. The big- 
 fishes eat the little fishes. 
 
 Buckley. Civilized man is supposed to be 
 different from that. 
 
 Davidson. He quit cannibalism some time 
 ago. 
 
 Mayhew. Literally, yes, but he still preys 
 upon his neighbors in more subtle but no less 
 effective ways. 
 
 Buckley. Too obstruse. The question be- 
 fore the house is: Is old Fairfield a rascal? If 
 so, how much of a rascal is he, and wherein 
 does he differ from the successful financiers 
 who are not rascals? 
 
 Mayhew. There aren't any. 
 
 Davidson. (Earnestly.) I take the nega- 
 tive as before. Henry Fairfield is not a rascal. 
 My point is this: Business is a conflict like 
 war or a baseball game. It has its rules to be 
 observed just as war has its laws of war and 
 baseball has its set of rules. In war you are 
 not allowed to poison the enemy's drinking wa- 
 ter, but you can send a spy into his lines wear- 
 ing his uniform and misleading him by false 
 information. In baseball you are not allowed 
 to do this, that, and the other, but there are 
 plenty of stratagems and deceits that are per- 
 missible. Now people who complain about be- 
 ing^ cheated in a bargain, or about the extortions 
 of a monopoly, are people who don't know the 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 23 
 
 laws of war; they are ignorant of the rules of 
 of the game. See? Henry Fairfield under- 
 stands the business contest thoroly. Knowing 
 that a fool and his money are soon parted, he 
 sees no reason why he should not be on hand at 
 the time of the parting to rescue the money from 
 a worse fate. If you say he indulges in sharp 
 practice, I say we all indulge in sharp practice 
 when we have a chance. If you say he profits 
 by the follies of mankind, I say so do the doc- 
 tors, the lawyers, and the ministers. Why not? 
 This contest between men's wits cannot be 
 avoided. If it did not continue constantly, there 
 would be more fools than ever. Strife is what 
 keeps the race alive. 
 
 {There is a pause. Mr. Buckley zvaits for 
 Mr. Mayhezv to speak, hut the latter has noth- 
 ing to say.) 
 
 Buckley. Davidson is right. You couldn't 
 keep people from throwing their money away 
 if you tried. They are bound to do it. Fair- 
 field's methods may not appeal to some, but 
 there is nothing reprehensible about them. No 
 indeed. The Cosmos Correspondence College 
 is all right. Well, I must be going. This is 
 my busy day. (Rises.) 
 
 (Enter Mr. Henry Fairfield, thru door on 
 right, with a quick, nervous zvalk, glancing 
 about sharply, and approaching the speakers. 
 He is a thin, trim, keen, shrezvd business man, 
 of the kind that makes money fast, not being re- 
 
24 Taught By Mail Act I 
 
 tarded by scruples, ideals, nor delusions. He 
 smiles a hit more than is necessary in falkiiig: 
 in fact, his geniality is more or less artificial, 
 and is adopted in accordance zmth the principle 
 that it is easier to catch flies zvith molasses than 
 with vinegar. His sack suit, light in zveight 
 and color, is of fine texture and fashionable cut, 
 and he carries a Panama hat in his hand. Mr. 
 Mayhezv rises and advances to meet Mr. Fair- 
 field. ) 
 
 H. Fairfield. (Smiling, nodding to Mr. 
 Davidson and Air. Buckley, and shaking hands 
 with Mr. MayJiezv.) Well, Jim, glad to see you. 
 When you telephoned me from the station, it 
 certainly was a surprise. How are you? 
 
 Mayhew. Very well, thank you, Henry. 
 We were just talking about you. 
 
 Davidson. Er-er, yes. Have a seat. 
 
 H. Fairfield. What is a club for, if not to 
 talk about your friends? (Sits.) Did anybody 
 defend me? 
 
 (Mr. Buckley and Mr. Davidson take seats 
 agai/n. ) 
 
 Mayhew. (Who makes no pretension of 
 affection for his hrother-in-lazv.) Davidson 
 acted as the devil's advocate. 
 
 H. Fairfield. And who conducted the pros- 
 ecution ? 
 
 Mayhew. I did. 
 
 H. Fairfield. And what was the verdict? 
 
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 Buckley. The jury {Pointing to himself.) 
 acquitted you. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Now that I know that I have 
 been found not guilty, it would be interesting- to 
 know what was the charge against me. 
 
 Da\^idson. i^With mock solemnity.) You 
 are accused of being a successful business man. 
 
 H. Fairfield. In some quarters I believe 
 that IS quite a serious offence. 
 
 Davidson. (Corroboratively.) A crime. 
 
 Buckley. (Sagely^ looking at Mr. May- 
 hew.) Nothing is easier than destructive crit- 
 icism, finding fault without suggesting a rem- 
 edy. 
 
 Mayhew. One may diagnose a disease 
 without having a remedy for it. 
 
 Davidson. What is the disease in this case^ 
 Mayhew. The rich, the— the— 
 Davidson. (Sarcastically.) Bloated bond- 
 holders. 
 
 Buckley. (Sarcastically.) Malefactors of 
 great wealth. 
 
 H. Fairfield. (Genially.) Predatory in- 
 terests. 
 
 Mayhew. The disease is the exploitation of 
 the weak by the strong, of the simple by the 
 clever, of the poor by the rich. What the rem- 
 edy is I do not pretend to know. 
 ^ (After a momenfs pause, Mr. Buckley thinks 
 It IS time to change the subject. ) 
 
 Buckley. (To nobody in particular.) Are 
 
26 Taught By Mail Act I 
 
 you equal to another? (Extends his hand to 
 tap the call-bell but is arrested by the sound of 
 women's voices outside.) 
 
 Clara. (Outside.) O, isn't it lovely! I'm 
 so g'lad the men are going to let us come. Do 
 look at that lovely stairway. 
 
 (Davidson, Buckley and May hew look at 
 each other in surprise, then at their watches.) 
 
 Buckley. (Resentfully.) They're ahead of 
 time. Come on, Mayhew! (Makes a dive for 
 his walking-stick and jumps to his feet. May- 
 hew rises quickly. Mayhew and Buckley bolt 
 out of the room by the door to the billiard room. 
 Mr. Davidson takes off his hat, brushes cigar 
 ashes off Jiis coat, feels of his cravat, puts his 
 cigar on a tray, and moves away from the little 
 table. Mr. Fairfield rises. Thru the other door 
 enters Mrs. Fairfield, a plump, bovine, unas- 
 sertive lady, thoroly satisfied with herself and 
 her station in life. She occasionally ventures 
 to expostulate against something that is differ- 
 ent from what she is used to, but zi/ithout force 
 and zvithout effect upon the rising generation. 
 She is accompanied by Miss Clara Fairfield, 
 her daughter, a pretty girl of eighteen, and 
 Miss Margaret Davidson, another pretty girl 
 of about twenty-two, daughter of Mr. David- 
 son. The ladies are all elegantly attired in street 
 costume and carry parasols.) 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Good morning, Mr. David- 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 27 
 
 son. Are you and Henry the reception com- 
 mittee? [All exchange greetings.) 
 
 Davidson. Good morning, Mrs. Fairfield. 
 Well, — er — not exactly. In fact, I believe there 
 is to be no formality about ladies' day. You 
 just come in and make yourself at home. I am 
 sure the innovation is going to be a great suc- 
 cess. 
 
 (Mr. Henry Fairfield accompanies the two 
 yoiing ladies about the room, looking at the pic- 
 tures on the walls. Margaret slips azvay from 
 Mr. Fairfield amd Clara and goes hack to Mr. 
 Davidson. Mrs. Fairfield joins Mr. Fairfield 
 and Clara.) 
 
 Margaret. Dad, the club is fine. I am so 
 glad you are going to let us enjoy it once a 
 week. {Sits down.) 
 
 Davidson. Don't thank me ; I voted against 
 it. 
 
 Margaret. Why, papa. Fm ashamed of 
 you. You don't object to my lunching here, do 
 you? 
 
 Davidson. Whom are you going to lunch 
 with? 
 
 Margaret. With Mr. Fairfield. 
 
 Davidson. With Mr. Fairfield! You mean 
 wnth him and his family? 
 
 Margaret. I didn't say Mr. Fairfield, 
 senior. (Casts dozvn her eyes.) 
 
 Davidson. With Gerald Fairfield? I 
 thought he was away at college. 
 
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 Margaret. The term ended yesterday. 
 
 Davidson. Is he here? 
 
 Margaret. No, but he is coming. 
 
 Davidson. Is that why 3^011 came with Mrs. 
 Fairfield and Clara ? 
 
 Margaret. No, I was walking down. They 
 passed in their car and asked me to get in. 
 
 Davidson. H'm. Then how was your lunch 
 engagement made? 
 
 Margaret. By letter. 
 
 Davidson. I didn't know Gerald Fairfield 
 was one of your correspondents. {Margaret 
 digs in the carpet zvith her parasol.) 
 
 Davidson. {Looks over his shoulder to 
 make sure he is not overheard.) See here, 
 daughter, the Fairfields are well enough in their 
 way, but I would not cultivate them. 
 
 {Mrs. Fairfield, Mr. Fairfield and Clara 
 wander out thru door on left, examining the 
 club.) 
 
 Margaret. I thought you liked Mr. Fair- 
 field, senior. 
 
 Davidson. As a business man, yes, but so- 
 cially — well — that's different. I would not of- 
 fend them, you understand. Mr. Fairfield is 
 a valuable client of my bank. 
 
 Margaret. Isn't Mr. Fairfield an honor- 
 able man? 
 
 Davidson. Yes, but some people think he 
 is not; in fact, I was defending him here just 
 before you and the other ladies came in. Peo- 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 29 
 
 pie who are not in business cannot understand 
 business, that's the trouble. 
 
 Margaret. Why should business be so dif- 
 ferent from the other affairs of life? 
 
 Davidson. (Slightly irritated.) Daughter, 
 don't let's go over that ground again. Since 
 you took up these matters outside your proper 
 sphere, how many hours we have spent dis- 
 cussing them, and to no purpose. It is im- 
 possible to explain business exigencies to a 
 woman. Business is business. 
 
 Margaret. Unless there is something wrong 
 with my brain I fail to see why I should not 
 understand that which is understandable even 
 if it is not explainable. But there iiiust be some 
 explanation of this mysterious thing called 
 business. 
 
 Davidson. What / cannot understand is 
 this sudden questioning of long-established 
 customs by the younger generation. You seem 
 to be losing faith in your elders. 
 
 Margaret. We are learning to think. 
 
 (Mr. Davidson searches in vain for a reply.) 
 
 Margaret. I won't be satisfied until I get 
 to the bottom of it, father. If it is right for 
 the Gas Company to fool the public, then it is 
 right for the grocer to put sand in the sugar and 
 for the coal dealer to sell short weight. 
 
 Davidson. (Indignantly.) Those practices 
 are petty larceny. The Gas Company — 
 
 Margaret. ( IVith warmth.) The Gas Com- 
 
30 Taught By Mail Act I 
 
 pany practices grand larceny. The gas is vil- 
 lainous, to begin with. It pollutes the atmos- 
 phere and soils everything in the house. 
 
 Davidson. (Weakly.) It's as good as we 
 can furnish, consistent with — with — 
 
 Margaret. Consistent with enormous prof- 
 its. When you are making so much money 
 out of it, you might at least furnish good gas. 
 
 Davidson. / am not the Company. I am 
 only one of the directors. 
 
 Margaret. Any director can say that. 
 
 Davidson. Er — (Finding no other zvords 
 ready, he shrugs Jiis shoidders and raises his 
 eyebrozvs.) 
 
 Margaret. Will you do something for me, 
 Daddy? 
 
 Davidson. (Deluded into thinking that the 
 unpleasant subject is being dropped and anxious 
 to please his child.) What is it, my dear? 
 
 Margaret. The Gas Company has its an- 
 nual meeting next Monday. 
 
 Davidson. (His face falls.) How did you 
 know that ? 
 
 Margaret. (Sniiling.) You forget you made 
 me a present of ten shares of stock on my last 
 birthday. 
 
 Davidson. So I did ! 
 
 Margaret. I got a notice in the mail of the 
 annual meeting and a paper for me to sign so 
 that Mr. Fairfield senior could vote for me at 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 31 
 
 the meeting. What is it they call it ? Proxy — 
 that's it. 
 
 Davidson. Yes, that's it. Each share has 
 one vote, so you have ten. 
 
 Margaret. Well, why shouldn't I go to 
 the meeting and vote for myself? 
 
 Davidson. (Shocked.) O, it isn't customary 
 for women stockholders to attend the meetings 
 — just a lot of dull business, you know. 
 
 Margaret. But I want to learn about busi- 
 ness, dull or sharp. Besides, I want to make a 
 motion that the Company manufacture better 
 gas and lower the price. Besides being wretched 
 gas, it costs too much. 
 
 Davidson. (Almost nonplussed.) My dear 
 child, that is preposterous. 
 
 Margaret. (^Undisturbed.) They did it in 
 Westville. 
 
 Davidson. Did what? 
 
 Margaret. Improved the gas and lowered 
 the price. 
 
 Davidson. Such a thing is possible, of 
 course. I referred to your going to the meet- 
 ing. Ten shares is very small compared to the 
 total number. To tell the truth, small stock- 
 holders are not expected to be present. 
 
 Margaret. Would the chairman of the 
 meeting refuse to entertain my motion? 
 
 Davidson. Really, I should have to look up 
 the rules. I think such a motion would have to 
 be made by a director. 
 
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 Margaret. (Coaxingly.) I thought so but 
 I didn't know. That's what I want you to do 
 for me. 
 
 Davidson. (Ad itch perturbed.) Any such 
 proposal would encounter violent opposition. 
 
 Margaret. From whom? 
 
 Davidson. From the other stockholders and 
 directors. Naturally they don't want to cut 
 down their dividends. 
 
 Margaret. Would Mr. Fairfield senior op- 
 pose it? 
 
 Davidson. I think he would. 
 
 Margaret. What does he want my proxy 
 for? 
 
 Davidson. (Increasingly uneasy.) There are 
 always routine matters to be voted on — and 
 sometimes special matters. (Tries to change 
 the subject.) When was Gerald Fairfield home 
 the last time? 
 
 Margaret. (Not to be sidetracked.) Christ- 
 mas, I think. Do you know of any special mat- 
 ters to be voted on at the meeting? 
 
 Davidson. (Who zvould like to lie or evade 
 but does not dare.) I've heard something about 
 a new issue of stock. 
 
 Margaret. So have L They're going to 
 water it, aren't they ? 
 
 Davidson. See here, Daughter, business — 
 
 Margaret. Now, Daddy, don't tell me again 
 that business is business. You've told me that 
 a dozen times. It sounds foolish. The way 3^ou 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 33 
 
 say it, it seems to mean that business is corrupt. 
 Is that what it means? 
 
 Davidson. [Shakes his head hopelessly, and 
 in a moment ventures back to the former topic, 
 this time zvith more success.) I don't believe 
 IVe seen Gerald Fairfield since last summer. 
 
 Margaret. He's not a bit like his father. 
 
 Davidson. He's only a boy yet. 
 
 Margaret. (Slightly nettled.) He's nearly 
 twenty-four. 
 
 Davidson. (Looks sharply at his daughter. ) 
 What's he g"oing to do? 
 
 Margaret. He has another year at college. 
 
 Davidson. What then? 
 
 Margaret. (Beginning to become a bit rest- 
 less under her father's scrutiny.) I believe he 
 intends to be a professional man of some kind. 
 (Rises and prepares to move on.) Are you 
 lunching" here today, Daddy? 
 
 Davidson. (Ignoring the inquiry, approaches 
 Jiis daughter and puts his arm about her.) 
 There, my dear child, forgive 3^our fussy old 
 father. (Smiles fondly.) You are all I have, 
 remember. 
 
 Margaret. (Smiles, but the tears come. She 
 touches her eyes zmth her handkerchief, and 
 gives her father a hug.) I know it. Daddy. 
 Don't worry. 
 
 (Enter Gerald Fairfield, zvho stops short 
 on seeing Mr. Davidson and Margaret in 
 each other's arms. He is a fine, upstanding 
 
34 Taught By Mail Act I 
 
 young man, zuitli bright, expectant face, quick 
 movement, and engaging manners. Altho a col- 
 legian, he is dressed in quiet taste.) 
 
 Gerald. I beg pardon. 
 
 (Margaret withdrazvs from her father. Mr. 
 Davidson is confused.) 
 
 Margaret. Good morning, Mr. Fairfield. 
 (Smiles in welcome and extends her hand.) 
 
 Gerald. Good morning*, Miss Davidson. 
 (Shakes hands with Margaret.) Good morning, 
 Mr. Davidson. 
 
 Davidson. (He Jias had on the whole an un- 
 pleasant morning. He has been thrice succes- 
 sively embarrassed by the entrance first of Mr. 
 F., then of Mrs. F., and now by Gerald. By an 
 effort he recovers his composure.) Good morn- 
 ing, Gerald. Glad to see you. I did not realize 
 that vacation had come until Margaret told me. 
 (Davidson and Gerald shake hands.) 
 
 Gerald. I just came from the station. (To 
 Margaret.) Is Mother here? 
 
 Margaret. Yes, she is in one of the other 
 rooms. 
 
 Gerald. Will you excuse me? (Margaret 
 n ods approvingly . ) 
 
 Gerald. Will you be here when I come back ? 
 (Margaret nods again, looks at her father, and 
 drops her eyes. Exit Gerald.) 
 
 Davidson. (After a pause.) 'Rt do^snWodk 
 like the old man. 
 
 (Margaret is again digging into the carpet 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 35 
 
 with her parasol. Enter Waiter, who clears 
 the serving table upon zvhich the empty glasses 
 are sttU standing. Davidson zvelcomes this in- 
 terruption and eyes the Waiter as if superin- 
 tending the operation. Exit Waiter. ) 
 
 ihJ^^^T-TkJ- ''''" li'"china- in town. Come to 
 hmk of It, Henry Fairfield will be there too 
 it s a business affair; we have some importan 
 matters to talk over. Goodbye, dear. (Kisses 
 Margaret and goes out, passinsr Mrs. Fairfield 
 coming rn. Mrs. Fairfield sits down with asi^h 
 near Margaret.) '^ 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Isn't the club lovely? 
 
 Margaret. Yes, isn't it. I never was in a 
 man s club before. Have you seen Mr. Gerald ? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. (A little jealously.) Yes 
 was he in here? ^ ^ i". 
 
 - Margaret. Yes, he was looking for you 
 
 Mrs^ Fairfield. {Mollified.) He's a dear 
 boy. He is with Clara and Mr. Fairfield. Clara 
 IS perfectly crazy about the club. They can't 
 get her out of the billiard room. 
 
 {Mrs. Fairfield follows Margaret with her 
 eyes, then picks up a magazine and turns the 
 leaves Enter Mr. James Mayhew thru door on 
 rignt. ) 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Why, Jim! You here! 
 Wherever did you come from? (Rises in 
 
36 Taught By Mail Act I 
 
 astonishinent and advances to meet her 
 brother. ) 
 
 Mayhew. Well, sister, how are you? Didn't 
 Henry tell you I was here? {Embraces Mrs. 
 Fairfield. ) 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. No, I am so glad to see you. 
 What brings you east ? Not a desire to see 3^our 
 relatives, is it? 
 
 Mayhew. (Smiles.) I just got in this morn- 
 ing. I 'phoned to Henry and he told me you 
 were all coming here. To tell the truth, I have 
 been thinking of coming east for some time. 
 The revolution decided it. I never would have 
 expected to find you at the Commercial Club. 
 The world moves, doesn't it? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Yes, Jim. I am afraid it 
 moves too fast for a homebody like me. 
 
 Mayhew. You look splendid. Where are 
 the children? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. They are here. They will 
 be in in a minute. You wouldn't know them. 
 
 Mayhew. I suppose not. Let's see. Ger- 
 ald has not finished college yet, and I suppose 
 Clara is still in school. 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. She ought to be, but she's 
 stopped. 
 
 Mayhew. Graduated? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. No, she is studying at home. 
 
 Mayhew. Under tutors, I suppose. That's 
 fine. No one values education as much as one 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 37 
 
 like myself, who never had much regular school- 
 ing. 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. No, she is taking lessons by 
 mail. I had forgotten you were so much inter- 
 ested in schools, Jim, you not having any chil- 
 dren of your own. There was a big row of some 
 sort in the school Clara was going to. I be- 
 lieve the faculty attempted to dictate too much 
 and the students struck. 
 
 Mayhew. Very presumptuous on the part 
 of the faculty. Clara wasn't dismissed ? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. O no, nobody was dis- 
 missed. 
 
 Mayhew. Well what happened? What did 
 the faculty do? How did they clear them- 
 selves ? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. O they gave in. 
 
 Mayhew. You mean the students? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. No, the professors. 
 
 Mayhew. You mean to say the school au- 
 thorities gave in to the students? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. (Placidly.) Yes. The fac- 
 ulty had to give in. They usually do. The stu- 
 dent body has what they call a strong organ- 
 ization. But Clara won't go back. 
 
 Mayhew. She zvon't? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. No. I can't persuade her. 
 She is following some course of study, as I 
 said, by mail. It must cost a lot for postage. 
 Just now she is especially interested in breath- 
 ing. 
 
38 Taught By Mail Act 1 
 
 Mayhew. Breathing ! 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Yes. 
 
 Mayhew. Does she know how to cook? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. N-n-o. I have always 
 meant to teach her to cook, but somehow I 
 haven't got around to it. And then she has been 
 busy with other things. 
 
 Mayhew. You say Gerald is home; is he on 
 strike too? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. {Brightening.) No, it's 
 the end of the term. Gerald likes to study. He 
 has always done so well at school, ever since he 
 was a little fellow. He won a scholarship, you 
 know, tho of course he didn't need it and gave 
 it to the boy who stood second. He likes out- 
 door sports too; he's a splendid swimmer, and 
 he's so handsome, and he — 
 
 Mayhew. (Interrupting.) Now, Bess, I 
 know that Gerald is the most perfectly remark- 
 able and unequalled young man that ever lived. 
 A woman's son always is. But what are you 
 going to do with him? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. What am I going to do 
 with him? 
 
 Mayhew. You and your husband, I mean. 
 You are his parents. What are you preparing 
 him for ? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. O, I see what you mean. 
 You mean what business is he going into. We 
 have not thought much about that. I believe 
 Henr}^ wishes him to be a professional man. 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 39 
 
 Mayhew. We now come to the most insio'- 
 nificant member of the family, namely, the head 
 of it. Henry looks well. 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Very well. He was here a 
 little while ago. 
 
 Mayhew. I saw him. It is unnecessary to 
 ask whether his business has prospered. 
 {Smiling at Mrs, Fairfield.) 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Yes. Henry has been very 
 successful. He is such a smart man. 
 
 Mayhew. What is he promoting just at 
 present? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. {With a shrug.) Don't 
 ask me, Jim. Henry never talks business at 
 home. He goes to his office every morning 
 after breakfast, except Sunday, and comes 
 home in time for dinner. He usually gets his 
 lunch at the Carleton restaurant. Why I've 
 never even been to his office. I have to tele- 
 phone to him sometimes, so I know the address, 
 but I never go there. He doesn't seem to care 
 to talk about his business and I do not try to 
 make him. 
 
 Mayhew. Wise wife. I dare say when he 
 leaves his office he wants to forget business 
 entirely until next morning at nine o'clock. 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Yes, I guess that's it. Here 
 they come. 
 
 (Enter Clara, Margaret, and Gerald, talking 
 animatedly. ) 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Clara — Gerald — here is 
 
40 Taught By Mail Act I 
 
 your Uncle Jim. Miss Davidson, Mr. Mayhew. 
 
 (Bozvs are exchanged. Mr. Mayhezv holds 
 Clara at arm's length and gaj::es at her.) 
 
 Mayhew. What a difference five years 
 makes! (Lets her go and shakes hands zvifh 
 Gerald. ) 
 
 Clara. (To Margaret.) Isn't the club love- 
 ly ? Gerald tells me that you are going to lunch 
 with him here. 
 
 Margaret. Why, yes — aren't you and your 
 mother too? 
 
 Clara. (Smiles knowingly.) No. Sorry. 
 Mother and I have an engagement at the Da- 
 vises. Then I have to study. You know I am 
 taking lessons by mail. 
 
 (All take seats, in order from left to right: 
 Margaret, Mayhezv, Clara, Gerald, Mrs. Fair- 
 field. Mrs. Fairfield reaches for her son's hand, 
 zvhich she holds during most of the conversa- 
 tion. ) 
 
 Gerald. What's that, Sis ? Taking lessons 
 by mail? What's the matter with school? 
 
 Clara. (She is a pretty little minx, and takes 
 herself very seriously.) Why, didn't you hear 
 about the perfectly outrageous way the faculty 
 acted ? 
 
 Gerald. (Amused, but repressing his smile.) 
 No, what was it they did? 
 
 Clara. They would not accede to the de- 
 mands of the fraternities. Why, at first they 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 41 
 
 refused even to change some of the recitation 
 hours which confhcted with our meetings. 
 
 Gerald. They did? 
 
 Clara. So of course we had to strike and 
 walk out. We had a splendid organization. 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Well, the faculty gave in 
 then, didn't they? 
 
 Clara. Of course; they had to give in. 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Then I don't see why you 
 shouldn't go back to school. The Davis girls 
 have gone back, and Joe Waterbury and his 
 sister. I had to go to school when I was older 
 than you are. 
 
 Clara. The tyranny of the teachers is not the 
 only reason why I do not wish to go back. There 
 are other reasons, Mother. We are living in an 
 advancing age. What was done in your girl- 
 hood was no doubt suitable to that era, or at 
 least it was thought so at the time, but now, 
 now a new epoch is dawning. 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. You mean this taking les- 
 sons by mail? 
 
 Clara. Yes, Mother. Philanthropic soci- 
 eties protest against long hours of labor by 
 women and children in factories, — why should 
 we have long hours of labor in an educational 
 factory called a school? 
 
 Gerald. (Greatly entertained.) Why in- 
 deed! 
 
 Clara. Their circulars say — 
 
 Mayhew. Whose circulars, Clara? 
 
42 Taught By Mail Act I 
 
 Clara. The Cosmos Correspondence Col- 
 lege. 
 
 Mayhew. (Blankly.) Oh! (Looks airious- 
 ly at Gerald. ) 
 
 Gerald. The Cosmos Correspondence Col- 
 lege! Do you know who rmis it? 
 
 Clara. No. 
 
 Gerald. (To Mrs. Fairfield.) Do you? 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. No. 
 
 Gerald. That's funny. / do. 
 
 Clara. It makes no difference who runs it. 
 It's grand. The schoolhouse system of instruc- 
 tion is antiquated and will soon be obsolete. 
 
 Gerald. Is that in the circulars too ? 
 
 Clara. Yes, and it's so. Think how much 
 more independent one is, studying at home, 
 without wasting time going back and forth to 
 school, and with no despotic task-masters. How 
 much better than spending endless days shut 
 up in a prison with a lot of other unfortunate 
 beings. 
 
 Gerald. What course are you taking, 
 Clara? 
 
 Clara. I've started with breathing. You 
 can't imagine how interesting it is. And French 
 too. There's a phonograph with that to give 
 the true Parisian accent. 
 
 Gerald. Breathing taught by mail! When 
 you finish that, I suppose you'll take up eat- 
 ing and sleeping. 
 
 Clara. Don't be silly, Gerald. Wait till you 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 43 
 
 have seen the lessons. Since I have been study- 
 ing them I feel that I have never breathed be- 
 fore. 
 
 Gerald. You reall}^ must have. 
 
 Clara. ( JVithers Gerald zvifh a glance and 
 addresses her mother.) Then there's hypno- 
 tism, and eugenics. 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Eugenics? That must be 
 something new since my day. We had optics 
 — and calisthenics — 
 
 Clara. Eugenics is about proper mating and 
 breeding. 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. But you're not going to be 
 a farmer. 
 
 Clara. O no, eugenics is about human breed- 
 ing. 
 
 (Mrs. Fairfield gasps, Gerald is convidsed, 
 Margaret smiles, and James Mayhezv hears 
 nothing.) 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. I think we had better be 
 going. 
 
 Clara. {Unperturbed.) Yes, it must be 
 time. 
 
 {Mrs. Fairfield and Clara rise, follozved by 
 the others.) 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Come with us, Jim. 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield, Clara, and Mayhew. 
 Goodby. 
 ' Margaret. Goodby. 
 
 (Gerald accompanies his mother and sister to 
 
44 Taught By Mail Act I 
 
 the door, then hasfens back and takes a chair 
 near Margaret. ) 
 
 Gerald. It's right cosy here, isn't it ? 
 
 Margaret. Yes, what a nice club it is. 
 (Pause.) Haven't you been home since Christ- 
 mas? 
 
 Gerald. Have I seen you since Christmas? 
 
 Margaret. Don't you know whether you 
 have or not? 
 
 Gerald. Of course I know. I know that I 
 have not. Therefore I have not been home 
 since Christmas, because if I had, I should 
 have seen you. 
 
 Margaret. How easily you say those things. 
 
 Gerald. (Earnestly.) They are easily said 
 — to you. 
 
 Margaret. (Turning away.) Have you de- 
 cided what you are going to do when you fin- 
 ish college ? 
 
 Gerald. Not yet. I have been thinking 
 about business lately instead of the professions. 
 You know, I don't know a thing about practical 
 business. I've been away at school most of the 
 time for the past eight years and have not even 
 been in Father's office. You know he is presi- 
 dent of this Cosmos Correspondence College 
 that Clara was talking about. It sounds fun- 
 ny the way Clara tells it but it must be all right 
 or Father would not be connected with it. He 
 is the soul of honor and so unselfish. Clara 
 and Mother would be surprised to learn that 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 45 
 
 Father is president of it. 
 
 Margaret. Has your father been there 
 long? 
 
 Gerald. I really don't know. The fact is, I 
 am very much in the dark about Father's work. 
 I have a mind to surprise him by going down 
 to his office without saying anything to him 
 about it, and investigate. 
 
 Margaret. That is a good idea. He will be 
 glad that you show an interest in the business. 
 
 Gerald. I am not so sure about that. I 
 tried it once before, but he switched me off onto 
 another track. He wishes me to go into a pro- 
 fession, but I don't know. I must make up my 
 mind by next year. By the way, you know 
 when a man talks to a girl about himself it's a 
 sign that he is interested in the girl. Did you 
 know that? {Margaret laughs.) Now to even 
 matters, tell me about this Civic Improvement 
 Society that you are secretary of. 
 
 Margaret. There is where my father is hard 
 to manage. He doesn't approve of women tak- 
 ing part in public betterment or anything of 
 that sort. 
 
 Gerald. These fathers are problems, aren't 
 they? I am glad ours are such good friends. 
 They are lunching together today. 
 
 Margaret. Ye-es, I believe it is a sort of 
 business meeting. Business seems to be a very 
 mysterious thing, doesn't it? I wish I knew 
 about it, too, though it isn't very attractive. 
 
46 Taught By Mail Act I 
 
 Gerald. I thouglit the mysterious was al- 
 ways attractive to a woman. 
 
 Margaret. I have had a terrible disillusion- 
 ment. 
 
 Gerald. In connection with the Civic Im- 
 provement Society? 
 
 Margaret. Yes. 
 
 Gerald. Tell me about it. 
 
 Margaret. I am afraid it would not interest 
 you. 
 
 Gerald. Everything you say interests me. 
 
 Margaret. Fud,ge. 
 
 Gerald. I mean it. 
 
 Margaret. Well, perhaps it will interest you 
 if you are really .s^oing- to study business. I 
 only hope you will not have my experience. 
 (Hesitates.) 
 
 Gerald. Please go on. 
 
 Margaret. I wrote you that the Civic Im- 
 provement Society made me Secretary, and that 
 after several meetings we determined to do 
 something practical in bettering conditions in 
 general. 
 
 Gerald. Yes, you wrote me that much. 
 
 Margaret. We were tired of reading books 
 about uplift and welfare, and of giving money 
 to all sorts of charities. We said, we'll try an- 
 other plan; we'll find out all about something 
 that affects the whole community; we'll begin 
 with one of the public service corporations. 
 
 Gerald. That sounds practical. 
 
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 Margaret. We began with the gas company 
 because that is the one that gives the worst 
 service. 
 
 Gerald. Good ! 
 
 Margaret. We employed experts to tell us 
 all about the gas industry in general and our 
 own gas company in particular. 
 
 Gerald. What did they tell you? I don't 
 know a thing about it. 
 
 Margaret. A lot that I can't remember, but 
 the gist of it is that the gas here is just about 
 as poor as can be made, the price is excessive, 
 and the profits are huge. 
 
 Gerald. Something ought to be done about 
 it. 
 
 Margaret. (Smiling.) Yes. What? 
 
 Gerald. (Frozvning and thinking deeply.) 
 Get after the people who run the concern. Who 
 are they? 
 
 Margaret. There are a great many stock- 
 holders, most of whom are quite satisfied as 
 long as they get their quarterly dividends. 
 There are twelve directors who manage the 
 company. 
 
 Gerald. Of course, I should have known 
 that. Who are the directors ? 
 
 Margaret. My father is one. 
 
 Gerald. No ! 
 
 Margaret. Yes, the Honorable Mr. David- 
 son, President of the First National Bank, 
 member of the Board of Education, Treasurer 
 
48 Taught By Mail Act I 
 
 of the Associated Charities, and a vestryman 
 of St. Paul's. 
 
 Gerald. There must be some mistake. Have 
 you asked your father about it? 
 
 Margaret. There is no mistake. Father and 
 I have talked about it by the hour. We make 
 no progress. Neither can convince the other. 
 
 Gerald. I have a lot to learn, haven't I? 
 Who are some of the others ? 
 
 Margaret. The list of stockholders includes 
 other people as prominent in the city as Father, 
 also corporations and estates. I'm a stock- 
 holder. 
 
 Gerald. Is my father's name in the list? 
 
 Margaret. Yes. 
 
 Gerald. Is he a director? 
 
 Margaret. The leading- director. (Pause.) 
 That is one of the reasons I have told you 
 about it. 
 
 Gerald. Thank you, Miss Davidson. It 
 is very good of you to tell me about it. I can't 
 believe that either of our fathers can be involved 
 in anything that isn't all right. It is incredible. 
 
 Margaret. It was incredible to me at first. 
 
 Waiter. (Enters and approaches Gerald.) 
 Luncheon is served. 
 
 (Margaret and Gerald rise to go to the 
 dining-room. ) 
 
 Gerald. All the more reason for my plan 
 of going to Dad's office and breaking into busi- 
 
Act I Taught By Mail 49 
 
 ness. (Energetically.) I'll do it tomorrow 
 morning. 
 
 Margaret. (Eagerly.) I hoped you would. 
 
 (Margaret and Gerald go out. The zvaiter 
 straightens out the chairs and papers.) 
 
ACT II. 
 
 (Office of Henry Fairfield, head of the Cos- 
 mos Correspondence College, on the tenth floor 
 of the Equitable Building. There are three 
 zvindows exactly alike at the hack. On the 
 right are two doors; that near the hack is a 
 private entrance to which Mr. Fairfield alone 
 has the key; the other, nearer the front, leads 
 to the outer office, through which all others 
 must approach. Between the doors is a safe. 
 The most conspicuous article in the room is a 
 large mahogany flat-top desk, having on it 
 nothing hut ink-stand, pen, pencil and hlotter- 
 pad with a fypezvritten sheet visible against its 
 green surface. There is a revolving chair for 
 the desk, several straight chairs, a vertical let- 
 ter filing cabinet, a small revolving bookcase, 
 and a hatrack. On the floor is a carpet and on 
 the zualls are a calendar and a map of the United 
 States of America. 
 
 Mr. Henry Fairfield enters througJi the far 
 door, takes out his key, hangs up his hat, and 
 vii his usual quick, nervous manner, zvalks to 
 his desk, sits in the revolving chair and picks 
 up the typezvritten sheet. He is dressed as in 
 the first act. Mr. Purvis comes in from the 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 51 
 
 outer office bearing a uncker basket containing 
 papers. Mr Purvis is the chief clerk; he is 
 fairly neat, but his striped trousers are bae^v 
 and his black alpaca coat is shiny, and he has a 
 pencil over one ear. He halts in the middle of 
 the room until Mr. Fairfield looks up ) 
 AT T-'i- Werentially.) Good morning, 
 Air Fairfield. {Approaches Mr. Fairfield's 
 right elbow.) 
 
 /D^: ^^^^''^fLD. (Shortly.) Good mornin? 
 
 (Futs aside the typezvritten sheet, zvhich is the 
 daily morning report of the financial condition 
 of his concern.) 
 
 (Mr. Furvis takes the papers from the basket 
 and places them in front of Mr. Fairfield in a 
 neat pile. He puts the basket on the ed^e of 
 the desk at his ri^ht.) 
 
 fr^,: S^'Yf '-''• '^^'f-^'"^ «/• ^/'^ top sheet 
 from the pile scrutinising it, and picking up 
 the pencil. He then puts the sheet on the desk 
 marks it with the pencil and hands it to Mr 
 Purvis.) That gir] must learn how to speli 
 separate. (Picks up ne.xt sheet.) Too much 
 margin on the left hand side. (Marks it zmth 
 
 Jl \°^ I'" ^"'"'- Co/^///;«« to examine 
 papers.) Are you still charging the copyists 
 tor the paper they spoil ? 
 
 Purvis. Yes, sir. 
 
 H Fairfield. That's right. It's the onlv 
 way to prevent waste. (Continues to examine 
 papers.) System! Economy! Uniformity i 
 
52 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 (Mr. Purvis nods his assent.) Owing to the 
 increasing- business there must be a readjust- 
 ment of duties. Can you delegate any of your 
 present functions to Colesworth? (Mr. Pur- 
 vis purses his lips and looks as if he doubted 
 whether it would he possible to find anyone 
 capable of performing the important tasks re- 
 quiring his ozmi personal attention. Before 
 he makes up his mind what to say, Mr. Fair- 
 field continues.) Well, it's got to be done. If 
 Colesworth can't do it, you will have to find 
 another assistant who can. My outside inter- 
 ests are demanding more of my time. You 
 must relieve me of all this routine correspond- 
 ence. (Mr. Purvis becomes less dubious at the 
 intimation that his ozmi importance is to be in- 
 creased rather than diminished.) You ought 
 to understand it -by this time. (Looks inquir- 
 ingly at Mr. Piu'vis.) 
 
 Purvis. (Gladly assenting.) Yes, sir, I 
 think I do. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Take letters of inquiry for 
 example. Bring me some of the last mail. 
 
 (Mr. Purvis goes out and returns with a 
 handfid of unfolded letters of various shapes 
 and colors, which he puts in front of Mr. Fair- 
 field after the last sheet of the first pile has 
 been returned to the basket.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. (Taking up the top letter.) 
 Here is a letter from Harry B. Malloy, Mag- 
 nolia City, Arkansas, saying he saw our adver- 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 53 
 
 tisement in Scribbler's Magazine. What is the 
 first thing to do? 
 
 Purvis. Look in the files and see if we have 
 ever written to him before ; if so, what. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Correct. Important. What 
 next? 
 
 Purvis. Look in Rand-McNally and the 
 Postal Guide, locate Magnolia City, get its 
 population and principal industries. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Correct. Not so important, 
 but may have some bearing. And then? 
 
 Purvis. If he doesn't say what particular 
 course of study he wishes to follow, ask him, 
 enclosing general circular. If he asks for ad- 
 vice, suggest "How to Fly, Taught by Mail," 
 enclosing special circular on that subject. If 
 he names the particular brand of knowledge for 
 which he is thirsting (Mr. Fairfield looks at 
 Mr. Purvis iinexpressively hut not entirely ap- 
 proving the unnecessary number of zvords), 
 tell him we have it, succinct but complete course, 
 covering all essential principles and practice, 
 complete in ten lessons, price twenty-five dol- 
 lars in advance, or fifteen dollars in advance 
 and ten dollars after receipt of fifth lesson. 
 (Mr. Fairfield nods approvingly.) Encourage 
 him with a few kind words, enclose blank form 
 of application and remittance, and get the letter 
 into the next mail. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Quite so, except that for the 
 present you may bring your letter with enclos- 
 
54 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 ures and addressed envelope to me before 
 mailing. Is that all you do? 
 
 Purvis. No sir. I card him and put him 
 in the follow-up file. A week later, if we have 
 not heard from him, I write him again, using 
 office form letter No. 2 as a model. Ten days 
 later, office form letter No. 3, and so on. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Dictate as much as 3^ou can. 
 Keep the stenographers bus}^ Miss Abbot's 
 work has not been up to the mark lately. She's 
 been sick, hasn't she? 
 
 Purvis. Yes sir, but — 
 
 H. Fairfield. Fire her at the end of the 
 week. 
 
 Purvis. Yes sir. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Call up the printer and tell 
 him I give him just one day more to get some 
 of those new advertising booklets over here. 
 I give him enough business to call for quicker 
 work on his part. We need those booklets 
 now. 
 
 Purvis. Yes sir. 
 
 (Mr. Fairfield gives a short nod. Mr. Pur- 
 vis gathers his papers and basket and goes out 
 through the middle door. Mr. Fairfield again 
 takes up the daily financial report and scans 
 it intently. Then he opens a drawer of his desk 
 and takes out a previous report sheet, which he 
 compares with the one in hand.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. ( Calling Mr. Purvis. Enter 
 Purvis as before, but zvithout papers. He re- 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 55 
 
 sumes his place at Mr. Fairfield's right elbow, 
 looking over Mr. Fairfield's shoulder at the re- 
 ports.) There seems to be a falling- off in the 
 number of students in the Social Service course. 
 What's the matter with the social servants? 
 
 Purvis. They seem to be transferring to 
 aviation. That's the most popular now. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Ah yes. I see. Work that 
 strong while it lasts. {Continues to scan the 
 report.) Oratory holds its own. 
 
 Purvis. Oratory had quite a spurt after the 
 last political campaign. 
 
 H. Fairfield. H'm. Yes. Mental healing. 
 H'm. Opto — Op-to-met-rics. Optometries. 
 W^hat's that? 
 
 Purvis. {Scratching his head.) I don't be- 
 lieve I know. 
 
 H. Fairfield. (Laughing.) I'm sure I don't. 
 Well, it sounds good anyhow. Here's Nurs- 
 ing. Nursing does well, doesn't it? The idea 
 of wearing that little white cap and bossing the 
 house — that catches the girls. (Continues scan- 
 ning the list.) Where is Remembering. I 
 don't see Remembering here. 
 
 Purvis. That is under the Art of Remem- 
 bering, near the beginning, (Points.) with the 
 A's. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Ah, yes. The Art of Remem- 
 bering. I forgot. (Looks back at top of re- 
 port. ) The Art of Remembering. Fine ! Now 
 for the cash report. (Passes on to second page.) 
 
56 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 (A bell rings. Mr. Purvis goes out and re- 
 turns with a card for Mr. Fairfield.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. [Examines card.) Ask the 
 gentleman to come in. (Exit Mr. Purvis. Enter 
 Mr. Buckley.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. Good morning, Buckley. 
 What bad news have you got today? 
 
 Mr. Buckley. (Drawing up a chair.) On 
 the contrary, good news. My motion to post- 
 pone the Huntington case was granted this 
 morning. You remember Rutledge is counsel 
 for the plaintiff. We agreed on a postponement 
 and will settle out of court before the date set 
 for trial. Then the judge will dismiss the case, 
 and that will settle that. 
 
 H. Fairfield. (Genially.) I have no doubt 
 it's all right, Buckley. What's it all about? 
 
 Mr. Buckley. (Drawing his chair a little 
 closer and speaking lozver.) Huntington is the 
 chap that gave you a power-of-attorney in the 
 matter of his holding in the City Gas Company ; 
 said you showed him a paper and told him it 
 was a proxy for the next annual election; said 
 you pointed to a place for him to sign and he 
 signed. 
 
 H. Fairfield. (Chuckling.) I w^onder if I 
 told him that. Of course I didn't — but I won- 
 der if I did. I remember that block of stock 
 now; I needed it and I got it — that's the main 
 thing — I got it. There were no witnesses, were 
 there ? 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 57 
 
 Mr. Buckley. No, but he made all kinds of 
 affidavits. He said you told him you sold the 
 stock at market but really bought it yourself, 
 and a lot of other allegations. I have convinced 
 Rutledge that Huntington has no case, but you 
 don't want the thing noised about, so I will ar- 
 range a compromise, one of the conditions of 
 which is that Huntington will shut up. As you 
 say, you needed the stock and you got it ; that's 
 the main thing. You don't mind paying some- 
 thing for it? 
 
 H. Fairfield. (Cheerfully.) No, indeed; 
 can't get something for nothing in this world. 
 Anything else? 
 
 Mr. Buckley. Another member of the Leg- 
 islature is trying to hold us up. You remember 
 that sandy-haired fellow on the Corporations 
 Committee who gave us so much trouble last 
 spring? 
 
 H. Fairfield. He got two thousand dollars ; 
 what more does he want? 
 
 Mr. Buckley. I don't know exactly, but 
 whatever it is he won't get it. I have an ap- 
 pointment with him this afternoon at my office, 
 and I'll show him some cancelled checks that 
 will put a quietus on him. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Buckley, you are a great paci- 
 fier. You would be a shining light in the In- 
 ternational Peace Society. By the way, I may 
 not be here tomorrow. I'm going somewhere 
 with my son. It's his vacation. 
 
58 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 Mr. Buckley. All right. I don't anticipate 
 anything- of importance before the Gas Com- 
 pany meeting next Monday. (Rises to go.) 
 Why don't you take a vacation ? 
 
 H. Fairfield. Wouldn't know what to do 
 with one. Haven't had any experience in that 
 line. (Enter Mr. Davidson hastily and evident- 
 ly under a inental sfra^in. ) Good morning, Da- 
 vidson. 
 
 Mr. Davidson. Good morning, gentlemen. 
 (Drops his hat, picks it up, and slams it on the 
 desk. ) 
 
 H. Fairfield. Wliat's the matter, old man; 
 calm yourself. 
 
 (Mr. Davidson fakes possession of Air. Buck- 
 ley's chair, moves it a fezv inches, and sets it 
 dozmt with force.) , 
 
 Mr. Buckley. Well, I'll be going. (Starts 
 to leave.) 
 
 Mr. Davidson. No — wait — we may want 
 you. 
 
 (Mr. Buckley looks round for another chair, 
 finds one upstage, bring it dozvn, and sits in it. 
 Mr. Fairfield, somezvhat amused at Mr. David- 
 son, zmits for him to proceed.) 
 
 Mr. Davidson. (After a pause, abruptly.) 
 Has Gerald said anything to you about the Gas 
 Company ? 
 
 H. Fairfield. (Genuinely surprised, altho 
 he makes it a rule not to be surprised.) The Gas 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 59 
 
 Company ! Gerald doesn't know anything about 
 the Gas Company. 
 
 Mr. Davidson. H'm! Don't be too sure 
 about that. You might think my daughter 
 didn't know anything about it, but she does. 
 She belongs to this pestiferous Civic Society. 
 
 Mr. Buckley. They're a well-meaning, vis- 
 ionary lot. 
 
 Mr. Davidson. They're stirring things up 
 in a way I don't like. 
 
 Mr. Buckley. {Soothingly.) Don't let them 
 worry you, Davidson. They're unpractical. 
 They just talk. 
 
 Mr. Davidson. {Crossly.) So do you. 
 You're a bachelor. If you had an only child 
 hke me and she talked to you the way Margaret 
 has been talking to me, you'd worry too. 
 
 Mr. Buckley. Why don't you exert your 
 parental authority? 
 
 Mr. Davidson. There's no such thing any 
 more. 
 
 Mr. Buckley. The younger generation 
 seem to be in the ascendant nowadays. 
 
 Mr. Davidson. Fairfield's institution here 
 abolishes school teachers ; I suppose parents too 
 will soon be obsolete. 
 
 Mr. Fairfield. What does Miss Margaret 
 want you to do ? 
 
 Mr. Davidson. She wants me to oppose the 
 increase in the capital stock at the meeting next 
 Monday. 
 
60 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 H. Fairfield. Can't 3^ou explain it to her ? 
 
 Mr. Davidson. Explain it! Fd like to see 
 somebody explain it to her. I suspect — (Pauses 
 and looks over his shoulder. I suspect she's 
 been talking to Gerald about it.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. (SootJiingly.) O very likely. 
 Young people have to chatter. Gerald hasn't 
 said anything to me. Gerald is not up on busi- 
 ness affairs. 
 
 Mr. Davidson. (Almost snorts.) How do 
 you know he isn't ? 
 
 H. Fairfield. Why he's still in college. 
 He's— 
 
 Mr. Davidson. (Angrily.) I tell you there's 
 a spirit of insurrection among young people to- 
 day. They don't accept what their parents tell 
 them the way we did when we were young. 
 They are rebellious. The very school children 
 go on strike. (Gets up and paces across and 
 back. Mr. Buckley opens his mouth to speak 
 but subsides as Mr. Davidson glares at him.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. Well, I don't know what to 
 advise you, Davidson. I can't imagine my son 
 opposing me in any matter of importance. It 
 would be a shock. 
 
 Mr. Davidson. Well my guess is that you 
 have one shock coming. 
 
 H. Fairfield. As far as the Gas Company 
 matter is concerned, that's settled — or will be 
 next Monday. 
 
 Mr. Davidson. I wish the meeting was to- 
 day so that we could get it over with. 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 61 
 
 Mr. Buckley. (Who feels professionally 
 obliged to oifer some advice,) Couldn't you 
 send the young lady away on a visit ? 
 
 Mr. Davidson. She won't go. 
 
 Mr. Buckley. Go yourself. Be called away 
 on urgent business. 
 
 Mr. Davidson. I'm not going to run away 
 from my own daughter. 
 
 H. Fairfield. I guess you'll have to stand 
 pat. 
 
 Mr. Buckley. Well, let's go over to the 
 Club and thmk about it. 
 
 Mr. Davidson. Let's go over to the Club 
 and forget it. 
 
 Mr Buckley. Any way you say. {Exit Mr. 
 Davidson and Mr. Buckley. Mr. Fairfield re- 
 sumes the perusal of his cash report. Mr Pur- 
 vis rejoins Mr. Fairfield. ) 
 
 H. Fairfield. That cash balance is too big 
 We get two per cent on that. 
 
 Mr. Purvis. Yes sir. 
 
 Mr. Fairfield. Make a time deposit of half 
 o± It at three. No use having funds idle 
 
 Mr. Purvis. Yes sir. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Now as to — 
 
 {Enter Gerald Fairfield. He comes in with 
 some hesitation, not being familiar with the 
 place. ) 
 
 H. Fairfield. Well, I declare, here's Ger- 
 ald ! {It IS very evident that Gerald is more 
 important to his father than business or Mr 
 
62 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 Purvis or anything or anybody else. Mr. Fair- 
 field drops everything and rises to greet the 
 youth, restraining a desire to embrace him, but 
 shaking hands warmly, and pulling tip a chair 
 for him. Mr. Purvis withdrazus meanzuhile and 
 then quietly leaves the room.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. Well, well, son, I was not ex- 
 pecting you. Sit down. I thought you had 
 some social affair on hand today. (The young 
 man smiles cordially and anszvers his father's 
 doting gaze affectionately.) 
 
 Gerald. Just came from the house. Have 
 cut out the social whirl and so gained a day. I 
 hope that meets with the approval of your ef- 
 ficiency and economy system. 
 
 H. Fairfield. (Laughs.) Yes, yes, but you 
 know I don't want you to cut out all the social 
 affairs. Very valuable in their way, you know. 
 Not to be neglected, son, no, no. But tell me, 
 how did you get in here ? How did you get in 
 here ? How did you get by Coles worth, in the 
 outer office? His orders are to admit no one 
 without orders. (Gerald laughs.) 
 
 Gerald. I knew you would ask that, and I 
 am sure I would not have got by him if he had 
 not known me. You see, Colesworth is an alum- 
 nus of my college ; I met him at the last college 
 dinner at the Metropole. He thought he was 
 safe in making an exception in my case. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Colesworth a graduate of 
 Centralia? Why of course, I knew that. But 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 63 
 
 you have never been in my office before, and he 
 never told me he had met you. 
 
 Gerald. [Still smiling.) Perhaps you never 
 gave him a chance. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Well, no, perhaps not. Our 
 talk is limited to business. (Lozvers his voice,) 
 He's a valuable man in his way. 
 
 Gerald. He made quite a reputation at col- 
 lege in history. 
 
 H. Fairfield. He's not in my history de- 
 partment. He watches the front. I've had 
 others, but he's the best of the lot — does it with 
 more polish. 
 
 Gerald. He's your Cerberus, I take it. 
 
 H. Fairfield. He's my buffer. They don't 
 make any impression on him. You are positive- 
 ly the first person ever to get past him without 
 a specific order. Well, well, son, I am glad to 
 see you, tho I didn't expect to see you here. You 
 won't find it very interesting. Tell me what 
 you propose to do during 3^our vacation. Moun- 
 tains again? 
 
 Gerald. Well, Father, the fact is, I thought 
 I would put in the time, or part of it at least, 
 here in your office, and learn something about 
 the business. (Mr. Fairfield's faee clouds.) I 
 don't know the first thing about business. Think 
 of it! This is the first time I have ever seen 
 your office or any of your employees except 
 Colesworth. I tried to pump Colesworth about 
 your business at the reunion, but he was very 
 
64 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 uncommunicative — not disagreeable, you un- 
 derstand, but said he'd rather talk about old 
 Centralia and whether Professor Wheeler still 
 hung- his overshoes on the hook with his umbrel- 
 la. {Gerald laughs at the recollection.) Besides, 
 you have always worked so hard and done so 
 much for me; it isn't right. I'm getting old 
 enough to think about my responsibilities. Col- 
 lege is fine, I love ij:, but I want to know about 
 the practical things of life, the daily duties of 
 a man of affairs like yourself. Then too, there 
 is the question, do you wish me to take up this 
 business? Do you wish me to try to continue 
 your great success in this work ? Are you not 
 going to retire some day ? How about Mother 
 and Clara? How about — {Mr. Fairfield mo- 
 tions Gerald to stop. ) 
 
 H. Fairfield. Wait, boy, wait — you take 
 me by surprise — I must consider. No. Yes, 
 let me see — you are twenty-four on the tenth 
 of next month. {His face softens as he looks 
 at his son zmth pride.) 
 
 Gerald. Yes, Father. 
 
 H. Fairfield. It is hard to realize it. At 
 your age, I was getting fifteen dollars a week 
 clerking in a wholesale house. 
 
 Gerald. And I have never earned a cent. 
 But I wouldn't like clerking in a wholesale 
 house. 
 
 H. Fairfield. I had been married two 
 years. You were a little baby. 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 65 
 
 Gerald. Married! So you were. Of 
 course. I haven't thought of that yet, — much. 
 
 H. Fairfield. (More slozvly.) Times 
 change. People change. I knew of course 
 this subject would come up some day unless 
 I died first, and yet — well, one of my business 
 principles is to- meet difficulties as they arise, 
 attack 'em, knock 'em down, and jump on 'em. 
 That's one of the secrets of success. (A pause. 
 EaeJi zvaifs for the other to speak.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. Ready for lunch? 
 
 Gerald. No; had a late breakfast. 
 
 H. Fairfield. I'm in no hurry. Well, sup- 
 pose we talk it over right now, while the 
 animals are out to lunch. 
 
 Gerald. The animals ? 
 
 Mr. Fairfield. Except Colesworth. He 
 can't go. He brings his lunch with him. Fll 
 just shut the door and then we shan't be dis- 
 turbed. (Rises and closes door to outside of- 
 fice.) Now then. (Looks inquiringly at 
 Gerald. ) 
 
 Gerald. Is this concern a corporation, a 
 partnership, or an individual proprietorship? 
 
 H. Fairfield. What! I thought you didn't 
 know the first thing about business. (Smiles.) 
 
 Gerald. (Smiles.) Only from books. 
 Father. I took some lectures in business law 
 and organization this past 3^ear. You see I 
 have had this on my mind for some time-now. 
 
66 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 Really, I have only a smattering. But I am 
 anxious to learn. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Hadn't you better wait un- 
 til you finish college next year? 
 
 Gerald. Now, Dad, don't forget your busi- 
 ness principles! 
 
 H. Fairfield. All right, son. You have 
 me there. Well, as you perhaps know, this 
 concern is the Cosmos Correspondence College. 
 (Gerald nods and listens attentively.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. / am the Cosmos Corres- 
 pondence College. 
 
 Gerald. Uetat c'est moi. 
 
 H. Fairfield. (Ignoring the comment, 
 which he does not nnder stand.) My name does 
 not appear in the advertisements and litera- 
 ture, and I no longer sign letters. The busi- 
 ness has become too big for that. Have you 
 any idea how many employees I have? 
 
 Gerald. There's Purvis and Colesworth and 
 the office boy, the clerks in there, about a 
 dozen typists in the middle room — I should 
 say about twenty. 
 
 H. Fairfield. Those are only the head- 
 quarters force. Look across the street. 
 (Points to the zmndow.) There is the factory. 
 Three hundred hands over there. A lot of 
 college graduates ; some from your institution. 
 It's a thriving business, my son. It beats the 
 medicine game almost. 
 
 Gerald. The medicine game? 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 67 
 
 H. Fairfield. I ran the Olivian Bitters 
 concern before I took this up. 
 
 Gerald. The OHvian Bitters! A patent 
 medicine? I didn't know that. 
 
 H. Fairfield. What with the pure food 
 laws and such hke interference with the busi- 
 ness, I was glad to sell out. I didn't lose 
 anything-, but the fellows I sold to will; they 
 had to change the formula or pay internal 
 revenue taxes for manufacturing alcoholic 
 beverages, so they changed the formula and 
 the stuff don't sell like it used to. 
 
 Gerald. (He cannot conceal his disap- 
 proval. ) I — I — 
 
 H. Fairfield. You don't like the idea, do 
 you? That's business. That's one of the 
 practical things of life. That's the way I 
 made most of my money. 
 
 Gerald. I didn't know, I — 
 
 H. Fairfield. I think that you, with your 
 liking for books and study, would prefer to be 
 a lawyer or engineer perhaps. Smart lawyers 
 make lots of money. 
 
 ^ Gerald. Before the Olivian Bitters, what 
 did you do? 
 
 H. Fairfield. I was in mercantile business 
 till I was thirty. Then selling worthless 
 securities on commission. That's where I got 
 my real start, and I saved enough capital in 
 four years to establish the Olivian Bitters. 
 
68 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 Gerald. You sold worthless securities! 
 You knew they were worthless? 
 
 H. Fairfield. Sure. It was a great bunk. 
 Is yet for that matter but the postoffice auth- 
 orities began to interfere some years ago. I 
 nearly got into jail over the Western Oil- 
 fields promotion. I did not relish that much. 
 The patent medicine field looked safer, so I 
 went into that. If it hadn't been for this 
 fool idea about printing your formula on the 
 label, I would have stayed with the Bitters. 
 
 Gerald. Why shouldn't manufacturers be 
 required to put a truthful label on their prod- 
 ucts? Do you mean to say that you should 
 be allowed to vend poisons under fanciful 
 names ? 
 
 H. Fairfield. Certainly I do, if people 
 will buy them. If they don't throw their 
 money away that way, they will in some other 
 equally foolish way. Have you never heard 
 that a fool is born every minute, and fre- 
 quently twins? 
 
 Gerald. Yes, I have, but I never realized 
 before that that is one of the foundation stones 
 of business. 
 
 H. Fairfield. My dear son, it is the foun- 
 dation stone. It is the whole foundation. It 
 is inseparably connected with the struggle for 
 existence that your scientific sharps teach you 
 about at college. If there were no fools, there 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 69 
 
 would be no smart men. The fools have to 
 earn the money that the smart men make. 
 
 Gerald. I loathe that expression ''a smart 
 man." 
 
 H. Fairfield. Moreover, ever3dDody is a 
 fool to a greater or less degree. Everybody 
 has at least one weak point. The fact is, the 
 smart men are merely those with the fewest 
 weak points. The mainspring of all is greed. 
 The difference between the successful man and 
 the unsuccessful is not that they differ in 
 greed, but in intelligence. The successful man 
 follows practical plans, the unsuccessful fol- 
 lows visions. 
 
 Gerald. (Sarcastic in spite of hi in self.) 
 Have 3''0U any other business principles? 
 
 H. Fairfield. I think what I have told you 
 is the most important. I am telling you the 
 most important first. Of course what I have 
 said might be elaborated. As the preacher 
 says, there is much more that might be said 
 on this subject. (Rises and paces across the 
 room and hack.) Fll go on if you are inter- 
 ested. 
 
 Gerald. I am interested. 
 
 H. Fairfield. The greatest human motive 
 is greed. Man is born with it. In the baby 
 you see it undisguised. He wants food, he 
 wants it often, and he makes no pretense about 
 it nor about any of the rest of his natural 
 functions. He is an honest little savage. 
 
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 Gerald. (Smiles grimly.) I didn't know 
 you were a philosopher. 
 
 H. Fairfield. It has been forced upon me. 
 The best philosophers are those who do not 
 waste time philosophising. They live on the 
 alert, grasp opportunity as it comes, and suc- 
 ceed. That's what I did. I didn't philoso- 
 phise about anything; I didn't have time. It's 
 only recently that I have had leisure enough 
 to think out some of these things I'm telling 
 you. And what Tm telling you is not theory; 
 it's fact, the result of experience and observa- 
 tion — my own experience and observation, not 
 somebody else's. (He pauses a moment, look- 
 ing at Jiis son. Gerald averts Jiis eyes.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. To go on — as the baby 
 grows up, he is in reality just as greedy as 
 when little, though he may be unconscious 
 of it, and, conscious or unconscious, he tries 
 to conceal it. But, after all, it is a part of 
 the laws of nature; as I said before, of the 
 struggle for existence, and in business as in 
 nature it results in the survival of the fittest. 
 Yes, sir, I have heard people debate whether 
 or not the fittest do survive. There is no 
 question about it in my mind. Those who 
 survive must necessarily be the smartest, 
 which is another name for the fittest. 
 
 Gerald. Does the matter of charity enter 
 into your business philosophy? 
 
 H. Fairfield. No indeed. Not at all. 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 71 
 
 Charity is another thing entirely. Business is 
 business. 
 
 Gerald. Can you not temper business with 
 charity, as justice is sometimes tempered with 
 mercy ? 
 
 H. Fairfield. Impossible. The moment 
 you allow any charity to intrude into business, 
 you impair efficiency. Sometimes you can fool 
 your employees for a time by a semblance of 
 consideration, in return for which you g-et bet- 
 ter w^ork out of them, but that does not last. 
 They will always try to get ahead of you. 
 It's better to hold them down relentlessly. 
 You will get better results that w^ay. The only 
 thing that counts is results. 
 
 Gerald. You have not yet told me how 
 you switched from Olivian Bitters to the dif- 
 fusion of learning. 
 
 H. Fairfield. It's very simple. The two 
 chief manifestations of man's desire to get 
 ahead are his beliefs; first, that he can get 
 rich quick; and second, if sick, that he can get 
 w^ell quick. Hence the worthless securities and 
 the proprietary medicines. Next in order is 
 the society bug or desire to get exclusive 
 quick. Supplying this demand is done in a 
 small way, but I doubt if it can be commer- 
 cialized to a profitable extent. My attention 
 had already been attracted to the instruction- 
 by-mail field — I am not a pioneer in this line 
 — and I reasoned that there must be a lot of 
 
72 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 people who would like to get wise quick. 
 I was right. There you are. I teach them 
 by mail anything- they want to know. 
 
 Gerald. Does it do them any good? 
 
 H. Fairfield. Many of them say so. We 
 have bushels of testimonials. Anyhow, they 
 have no ground for complaint. They buy 
 what we have to sell. 
 
 Gerald. Do they get their money's worth? 
 
 H. Fairfield. They do in experience if not 
 in knowledge, and our diplomas are perfectly 
 good steel engravings. 
 
 Gerald. Is that honest? 
 
 H. Fairfield. Perfectly legal. 
 
 Gerald. Don't any of the fools ever come 
 in person to see the head of the institution ? 
 
 H. Fairfield. O yes, they come, but they 
 don't see him. That's what Colesworth's for. 
 
 Gerald. (Bitterly.) Some of these college 
 graduates have their uses, even if they are not 
 smart men. 
 
 H. Fairfield. It's not the fault of their 
 education. It's the way the Almighty made 
 them. A few are born leaders; the rest are 
 born followers. 
 
 Gerald. I see. Big fishes and little fishes. 
 And you do not place human nature on any 
 higher plane? 
 
 H. Fairfield. Human nature is the mean- 
 est thing on earth. 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 73 
 
 Gerald. {Shocked.) Including that of 
 your family and friends? 
 
 H. Fairfield. My family! That's differ- 
 ent. What's mine's mine. As to friends, well, 
 I can't say ; I haven't any. 
 
 Gerald. {Amazed.) You don't mean that! 
 
 H. Fairfield. Just that. {Pause. The 
 fatliers assurance has begun to suffer under 
 the son's failure to admire it.) You don't like 
 that idea either, do you? {Gerald averts his 
 eyes and is so moved as to be unable to anszver. 
 H. Fairfield looks in silence at Gerald, hoping 
 Gerald zvill return his gaze. Gerald puts his 
 elbozvs on h.is knees and buries his face in his 
 hands.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. {Hesitatingly.) I am sorry 
 — I have never said that before to anyone — that 
 I was sorry — I am sorry that what I have said 
 has — has — disturbed you. {Gerald makes no 
 answer. ) 
 
 H. Fairfield. You do not like the way I 
 have made my money? {Gerald slowly shakes 
 Ills head. H. Fairfield's face saddens. He 
 makes a gesture of despair and paces across 
 and back.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. I have had 3^ou in mind — 
 ever since you were born. 
 
 Gerald. {Raising Jiis head, but still not 
 looking at his father's face.) I am sorry too. 
 Forgive me. Father. I — I can't help it. 
 
 H. Fairfield. {Sits dozmi dejectedly and 
 
74 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 speaks in a constrained zmy.) That is the 
 worst of it. (Crushed, but pulling himself to- 
 gether zvith an effort.) I have heard of 
 medical students fainting at first, at the sight 
 of blood. Perhaps when you get used to the 
 exigencies of business — 
 
 Gerald. No. I could never get used to them. 
 I cannot think that they are exigencies. They 
 are contrary to all that I have been taught, to 
 all that I have thought. 
 
 H. Fairfield. {Approaching Gerald zvith 
 an appealing gesture.) My son — (A knock 
 at the door. Gerald and H. Fairfield compose 
 themselves.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. Come in. (Enter Mr. Pur- 
 zns zvith a card for Mr. H. Fairfield.) 
 
 FI. Fairfield. (Reading the card. To Mr. 
 Purvis.) Show the gentleman in. (To Ger- 
 ald.) It's your Uncle Jim. (Exit Mr. Pur- 
 vis. Enter Mr. Mayhezv.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. (Affecting gayety.) Hello, 
 Jim. Gerald's here. What is this — a surprise 
 party ? 
 
 Mayhew. No, I didn't know Gerald was 
 here. Just thought I would drop in and take 
 lunch with you. I had the deuce of a time 
 finding this place. Why don't you have a 
 sign out? 
 
 FI. Fairfield. We don't need any sign — 
 not as long as the postman knows our address. 
 If you gentlemen will excuse me a few minutes, 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 75 
 
 ril run across the street. I'll be back directly 
 and then we'll go to lunch. (Exit, not so 
 briskly as usual, through private door.) 
 
 Mayiiew. What's the matter with your 
 father? 
 
 Gerald. (Evasively.) We've been talking. 
 
 Mayhew. He doesn't look like himself. 
 (Eooks iuquiringly at Gerald, zuho says noth- 
 ing. Mr. Mayhezv then glances critically about 
 the room and continues.) So this is the Cos- 
 mos Correspondence College. This is the first 
 time I ever traced your daddy to his lair. 
 
 Gerald. Same here. I never saw the place 
 before. 
 
 Mayhew. What do you think of it? 
 
 Gerald. To a member of the family I may 
 say — rotten. 
 
 Mayhew. It seems to pay. 
 
 Gerald. (Bitterly.) Yes, Father is a 
 smart man. 
 
 Mayhew. Your mother doesn't know what 
 your father does, except that he goes to his 
 office after breakfast and comes home in time 
 for dinner. 
 
 Gerald. Neither did I really know until 
 this morning. 
 
 Mayhew. And Clara is a subscriber to 
 some of his courses of stud}^ quite ignorant 
 of the fact that her father has an3^thing to 
 do with it. You all are certainly a remark- 
 able family. 
 
76 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 Gerald. I have just beg'un to realize it. 
 (Rises and paces across and back.) What do 
 you think of this game, Uncle Jim? 
 
 Mayhew. Also speaking as and to a mem- 
 ber of the family, I may say that while I have 
 not investigated the matter at all, ni}^ opinion 
 tends to coincide with yours. However, I 
 cannot talk to a boy about his father's af- 
 fairs. 
 
 Gerald. I'm not a boy. Uncle Jim; that is, 
 Fm old enough not to be. And you can talk 
 to me because I ask you to and because I wish 
 to get at the truth. I've been talking to 
 Father about it just now, before you came in, 
 and about his former lines of business. The 
 present bunk, as he calls it, seems to be sell- 
 ing through tickets for the royal road to learn- 
 ing. That's bad enough. But do you know 
 what he did before this, during all these years, 
 to make all this money that his family have 
 been enjoying, the money that supports me 
 and pays for my education? Do you know 
 all about it? 
 
 Mayhew. H'm, well, not all the particu- 
 lars; in a general way, perhaps. He offered 
 to take me into business with him some years 
 ago, but I declined. 
 
 Gerald. You thought it was shady, didn't 
 you? 
 
 Mayhew. It wasn't in my line. 
 
 Gerald. It is terrible! I can hardly be- 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 77 
 
 lieve what he has told me. And to think I 
 have been so bhnd, so stupid! All I knew 
 was that my father was a successful business 
 man. When the other fellows asked me what 
 he did, I said he was a promoter. I have 
 been engrossed in my studies, with my head 
 in the air, not knowing that my feet were in 
 the mire. Bah ! I am overcome by it, I am — 
 
 Mayhew. (Calmly interrupting.) Steady, 
 boy, steady; not too hasty. It may not be so 
 bad as you think. Remember, this is all new 
 to you. You are still at school. You are — 
 
 Gerald. Is your business like this ? 
 
 Mayhew. No, I am a miner. 
 
 Gerald. A miner? You are a mining 
 engineer, aren't you? 
 
 Mayhew. No, I'm a mining superintend- 
 ent, a practical superintendent, but I don't 
 claim to be an engineer. I never had enough 
 education to be a regular engineer. 
 
 Gerald. Aren't you a graduate of some 
 school ? 
 
 Mayhew. {Shakes his head.) My alma 
 mater is a school which has many under- 
 graduates but few alumni— the School of Hard 
 Knocks. I took the full curriculum and a 
 postgraduate course. 
 
 Gerald. Mother never told me. When did 
 you first go west? 
 
 Mayhew. I was fifteen. I was in the cow 
 
78 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 country for three years ; never slept on a bed 
 during that time. 
 
 Gerald. I have never slept on the ground. 
 
 Mayhew. It's not so bad, out in the open, 
 after a good day's ride and a hot supper. 
 
 Gerald. What did you have to eat? 
 
 Mayhew. Sowbelly mostly; sometimes we 
 killed a steer ; with potatoes and coffee. Bread 
 once in a while when we crossed the railroad. 
 
 Gerald. I have never had to eat coarse 
 food, nor suffer exposure to the weather. 
 (Paces the floor.) My life has been too pro- 
 tected. You had to rough it, but you suc- 
 ceeded. 
 
 Mayhew. In a way, yes. But you must 
 remember I am a survivor. A good constitu- 
 tion and a stubborn will pulled me through the 
 period of hardships. A certain amount of 
 roughing it is good for a man, but there is 
 such a thing as too much. 
 
 Gerald. I have a good mind to go west 
 with you when you go back. 
 
 Mayhew. Finish college first, boy; that's 
 my advice. 
 
 Gerald. My talk with Father has changed 
 everything. (Sits dozvn dejectedly.) The 
 world isn't the same. 
 
 Mayhew. It must have affected your 
 father too. He didn't look as chipper as usual 
 when I came in. 
 
 Gerald. I didn't notice. Perhaps I was 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 79 
 
 too abrupt. I hope my displeasure was not 
 a blow to him. 
 
 Mayhew. Well it can't be helped. But 
 don't be too severe in your judgments. Other 
 times, other customs. You belong to a dif- 
 ferent generation. As you said a few mo- 
 ments ago, you have had no hardships to con- 
 tend with, as your father had. You have had 
 everything money can buy, and your father 
 has enjoyed giving it to 3^ou. You are the 
 apple of his eye. You — 
 
 Gerald. Yes — I know^ — but you had hard- 
 ships too. You told me about them. They 
 didn't make you a crook ! Hardship has noth- 
 ing to do with it anyway. Mr. Davidson has 
 never been poor, but he is another who sucks 
 the blood of the poor and justifies himself 
 in so doing. Have you heard about the Civic 
 Improvement Society ? 
 
 Mayhew. No. 
 
 Gerald. Neither had I until yesterday, that 
 is, the whole story. I get the home papers at 
 college, but they have had very little to say 
 about the Civic Improvement Society. Now I 
 understand why. It seems this society was 
 started last winter by a number of men and 
 women who determined to better some of the 
 wretched conditions among the poor of this 
 city. 
 
 Mayhew. Soup kitchens or free ice ? 
 
 Gerald. No, none of that foolishness. The 
 
80 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 Civic Improvement people set out to do some- 
 thing comprehensive, something scientific. 
 They started to investigate the pubhc service 
 corporations, and began with the gas com- 
 pany. 
 
 Mayhew. Yes ? 
 
 Gerald. They already knew that the gas 
 was bad. They suspected that the price was 
 exorbitant. They soon learned that the com- 
 pany is run by some of our best people ! 
 
 Mayhew. That's a familiar tale. You'll 
 find that duplicated in nearly every town that 
 ever had a gas company. 
 
 Gerald. Why do the public submit to it? 
 
 Mayhew. Why do they submit to other 
 impositions? Why have they always submit- 
 ted to slavery in some form or other ? 
 
 Gerald. Father is one of the directors. 
 
 iMayhew. Yes, I know. 
 
 Gerald. Mr. Davidson is another. 
 
 Mayhew. Yes. 
 
 Gerald. It's infamous. 
 
 Mayhew. Where did you get all this? 
 
 Gerald. I got it from Miss Davidson yes- 
 terday. It's no secret. Everybody who has 
 been in town knows it. The newspapers have 
 not said a word about it — you can guess the 
 reason why. 
 
 Mayhew. Another child whose eyes have 
 been opened. 
 
 Gerald. Yes. She feels it very keenly. 
 
Act 11 Taught By Mail 81 
 
 When she told me I little thought I would 
 find myself in the same predicament today. 
 And now my disillusionment is as bitter as 
 hers. 
 
 Mayhew. This is the age of the wise 
 child. I suppose the young- lady has talked 
 with her father about it? 
 
 Gerald. Yes, and with the same result 
 that I achieved this morning. Her father says 
 that if he did not help run the gas company, 
 someone else would, and that the per cent of 
 profit is high. 'Ter cent" seems to be the 
 favorite word of smart men, and their favorite 
 phrase is "business is business." 
 
 Mayhew. Gerald, I understand your point 
 of view. I truly sympathize with you. I ad- 
 mire youth and enthusiasm. But when one 
 gets to my age, the edge of enthusiasm is 
 dulled. One is more inclined to accept the 
 world as it is — and yet — 
 
 Gerald. And yet — if someone didn't op- 
 pose these things and fight for better things, 
 the world would not progress. Man would 
 have remained a savage. 
 
 Mayhew. You are right. The whole his- 
 tory of the race is a history of a fight for 
 better things. Fight ! That is the word. And 
 the fittest survive. 
 
 Gerald. {Looks s/iarply at Mayliezv.) 
 Father quoted that too, a little while ago, but 
 he applied it in a different sense, 
 
82 Taught By Mail Act II 
 
 Mayhew. I suppose it is true in more than 
 one sense. (Pause.) Well, what is Miss 
 Davidson g"oin^2^ to do about it? 
 
 Gerald. She doesn't know. She doesn't 
 know what to do. Another thing her father 
 said to her was that he was making money 
 only for her; he has no one else to leave it 
 to. She won't take it. 
 
 Mayhew. {Smiling.) Have you ever 
 known of anybody refusing an inheritance? 
 
 Gerald. No, I can't say that I have. But 
 you don't know Miss Davidson. She has a 
 mind of her own. 
 
 Mayhew. And a heart? 
 
 Gerald. {A hit confused, does not reply, 
 hut continues.) Neither do I know what to 
 do. It's all so unexpected. I've got to think 
 about it. I have a lot to learn. But something 
 must be done. 
 
 (Enter Mr. Henry Fairfield, not so hriskly 
 as usual and without his former assurance. 
 The ordeal of his talk with his son has crushed 
 him. He comes in through the private door. 
 Enter Mr. Purvis a moment later from the 
 outer office with a card, which he hands to 
 Mr. Henry Fairfield. Mr. Henry Fairfield 
 reads the card with an effort, goes to a filing 
 cahinet, opens a drawer, runs over its contents 
 and compares the card zvith a paper therein.) 
 
 H. Fairfield. (To Mr. Purvis, mechani- 
 cally.) Tell him Mr. Fairfield is in Europe 
 
Act II Taught By Mail 83 
 
 and won't be back until fall. {Exit Mr. Put- 
 vis. ) 
 
 H. Fairfield. {With an effort at cheeri- 
 iiess.) Come on, boys, let's go over to the 
 Carleton for lunch. 
 
 ^ (Mr. Mayhew and Mr. Gerald Fairfield 
 rise to go. Mr. Henry Fairfield staggers, 
 gropes for support, turns toward Gerald^ and 
 extends one arm toward him appealin^ly.) 
 
 H.Fairfield. My son! (Falls. Mr". May - 
 hezv and Gerald rush to the body of Henry 
 Fairfield. Mr. Purvis rushes in.) 
 
 Gerald. {To Mr. Purvis.) Get a doctor! 
 Quick! 
 
 Mayhew. ( Who has knelt at Henry Fair- 
 field's side.) He's dead. {Gerald sinks into 
 a chair.) 
 
A C T 1 1 1 . 
 
 (Living-room of the Fairfield family. The 
 furnishings indicate zvealth and taste. There 
 is a piano and an inlaid cabinet containing 
 music . In the center is a library table upon 
 zvhich are some folded and unfolded docu- 
 ments. Door at hack. Door at left. Win- 
 dow at right. 
 
 Mr. Buckley is seated at the table leisurely 
 examining the documents. Mr. Davidson 
 comes in through door at left.) 
 
 Davidson. Good morning, Buckley, have 
 you talked with Gerald yet? 
 
 Buckley. Good morning. Not ver}^ much. 
 There has been too much else to do. But I 
 have an appointment with him here this morn- 
 ing. 
 
 Davidson. (Taking a seat.) I came to 
 offer my services to the family — if I can be 
 of any use at such a time. (Mr. Buckley 
 nods sympathetically.) Sudden, wasn't it? 
 
 Buckley. Yes, a stroke of some sort. The 
 old man seemed all right the morning it hap- 
 pened, and in good spirits too. Didn't he? 
 
 Davidson. Yes. The old man wasn't really 
 old. I don't understand what killed him. 
 
 Buckley. Lived too fast is my diagnosis. 
 
Act III Taught By MaU 85 
 
 Not dissipated, but always under high pres- 
 sure and going at full speed. You might say 
 he died of the fever of living. He didn't 
 know how to play, never took a vacation. He 
 was not smart on that point. 
 
 Davidson. Did he have any life insurance? 
 
 Buckley. No. He knew that graft too 
 well. 
 
 Davidson. There is a will, of course? 
 
 Buckley. Yes. The Sterling Trust Com- 
 pany are the executors. 
 
 Davidson. They will have a good thing out 
 of their fees. And the inheritance tax will 
 take a good slice. 
 
 Buckley. The family will have plent}^ left. 
 I am their lawyer — 
 
 Davidson. Another slice. 
 
 Buckley. (Ignoring the interniption.) I 
 am their lawyer and as the will will be pub- 
 lished tomorrow I am not violating confidence 
 in saying that the family are well fixed. 
 
 Davidson. (Eagerly.) How much is it? 
 
 Buckley. (With exasperating delibera- 
 tion.) The widow and daughter are well pro- 
 vided for; and the son, who was his favorite, 
 will come into, well, a good round four million. 
 
 Davidson. You don't say! 
 
 Buckley. If the boy is as smart as his 
 father, he will increase his fortune. 
 
 Davidson. If he's as smart as Jim May- 
 hew, he will hold on to what he's got. 
 
86 Taught By Mail Act III 
 
 Buckley. But I am inclinerl to think he 
 won't do either. 
 
 Davidson. How's that? 
 
 Buckley. He's a studious boy, not at all 
 Hke the old man. I suspect he has some youth- 
 ful notions about his duty to his fellowman 
 and that sort of stuff. I'll know him better 
 in a few days, after we've g'one over the will 
 and so on. {Takes out a cigar case and offers 
 it to Mr. Davidson. Mr. Davidson takes a 
 cigar. ) 
 
 Buckley. Old Fairfield's life was utterly 
 different from that of his son. Of course they 
 didn't understand each other. How could 
 they? 
 
 Davidson. I'm afraid that is true of my 
 daughter and me. ( Gloomily. ) She and Ger- 
 ald seem to understand each other. 
 
 Buckley. Let's go to the library until the 
 family come down. {Exeunt through door at 
 hack. Enter Gerald Fairfield and James May- 
 hezv through door at left and take seats at the 
 table. ) 
 
 Gerald. I feel ten years older that I did 
 last Monday. 
 
 Mayhew. Sorrow and responsibility have 
 that effect. 
 
 Gerald. I believe I'm going to like responsi- 
 bility. I never had any before. 
 
 Mayhew. Your father has made your path 
 
Act III Taught By Mail 87 
 
 as eas}^ as possible. I can't imagine an estate 
 left in more admirable shape. 
 
 Gerald. Yes, I think I understand it fairly 
 well already. 
 
 Mayhew. That shows the advantage of a 
 well-trained mind. Heredity too. In the way 
 you seize upon the salient features of a sub- 
 ject you are just like your father. 
 
 Gerald. The salient feaures are not en- 
 ough. I wish I knew more about the back- 
 ground from which they project, the filling in, 
 the little details of business. 
 
 Mayhew. That will come gradually 
 
 Gerald. I wonder why Father never gave 
 me an}^ instructions in business matters. 
 
 Mayhew. For one thing he expected you 
 to be a professional man. Besides, he doubt- 
 less had confidence in your common sense and 
 education. 
 
 Gerald. It is only lately that it has come 
 to me that one should know more about the 
 actualities of life. I have been pursuing the 
 higher education and neglecting the lower 
 education. It is wrong. The higher education 
 is not wrong, but it should rest upon a foun- 
 dation of the lowxr education. It's all very 
 well for a man to study calculus, but he should 
 also know how to keep books. 
 
 Mayhew. It's no great trick. 
 
 Gerald. Probably not, but I don't know 
 how^ to do it. I don't understand the financial 
 
88 Taught By Mail Act III 
 
 report of the bank where I keep my account. 
 
 Mayhew. You're not unique in that, and 
 yet it is a very simple matter ; I could explain 
 it to you in ten minutes. 
 
 Gerald. General principles are easy to 
 gTasp. It's when you get down to accomplish- 
 ing- results that you encounter the difficulties. 
 
 Mayhew. Yes, business has a host of trials 
 and tribulations. It's a constant fight. 
 
 Gerald. Suppose I should be thrown upon 
 my own resources? What could I do to earn 
 my living. What could I do to earn my salt? 
 
 Mayhew. As your father's heir you won't 
 have to. 
 
 Gerald. The money is tainted. 
 
 Mayhew. That is not your fault. (May- 
 hezv and Gerald ^aze fixedly at each other.) 
 
 Mayhew. Is Buckle}^ coming this morn- 
 ing? 
 
 Gerald. Yes. He registered the will 
 Thursday and telephoned me this morning 
 that it had been admitted to probate. We are 
 going to go over it again together this morn- 
 ing. I w^ish you to be here. 
 
 Mayhew. If I can help you in any way — 
 
 Gerald. The inventory of the estate is 
 nearly five million dollars. 
 
 Mayhew. Think of that ! 
 
 Gerald. Obtained mostly under false pre- 
 tenses. 
 
 Mayhew. Sh! There's someone coming. 
 
Act III Taught By Mail 89 
 
 (Looks fozmrd the doonvay at left. Enter 
 Margaret Davidson through door at left. Ger- 
 ald and Mr. Mayhezv rise.) 
 
 MarGx\ret. Good morning. 
 
 Gerald and Mayhew. Good morning, Miss 
 Davidson. 
 
 Gerald. How are Mother and Clara this 
 morning ? 
 
 Margaret. Very well. They stood the or- 
 deal of the funeral yesterday better than I had 
 hoped. They will be down presently. 
 
 Gerald. It has been very good of you to 
 stay with them this week. I wish I could find 
 words to thank you. 
 
 (Mr. Mayhezv looks at the young people 
 indulgently, and quietly slips azvay through 
 door at hack.) 
 
 Margaret. It is nothing. I wish I could 
 do more. 
 
 Gerald. You can. I want your advice. 
 
 Margaret. Nothing is easier to give. 
 
 Gerald. I want something else much more 
 valuable — but I will take the advice first. 
 
 Margaret. What about? 
 
 Gerald. You recall our taH^ at the club 
 on Monday? (Margaret nods.) You told me 
 of your shock at learning of the sources of 
 some of your father's income. / have had the 
 same experience, the same rude awakening. 
 
 Margaret. Something in these papers? 
 (Indicating the papers on the table.) 
 
90 Taught By Mail Act III 
 
 Gerald. No. I learned it Tuesday morning, 
 just before my father's death. It amazed me 
 — I could not help showing it — and I think the 
 reaction on my father may have hastened his 
 death. 
 
 Margaret. O, I would not think that. 
 No one could have forseen it. I am sorry. 
 
 Gerald. I am to come into a great deal 
 of money, money wrung from the poor and 
 unfortunate by low cunning and sharp prac- 
 tice. Bah ! 
 
 Margaret. ( War inly.) I'm glad you think 
 that way about it. It cannot be that the only 
 way to be successful is to prey upon the ignor- 
 ant. There must be a better way. 
 
 Gerald. Yes, there must be a better way. 
 {The buoyancy of youth asserts itself,) That's 
 a very pretty dress 3^ou have on, Miss David- 
 son. 
 
 Margaret. (Laughing.) We weren't 
 talking about clothes. 
 
 Gerald. I am talking about you. 
 
 Margaret. A poor subject. 
 
 Gerald. The most important subject in the 
 world to me. Don't 3^ou know that? 
 
 {Margaret does not answer. In a moment 
 she smiles at Gerald frankly and replies in- 
 terrogatively. ) 
 
 Margaret. Yes ? 
 
 Gerald. If you onl}^ knew how much I ad- 
 mire your frankness and directness. 
 
Act III Taught By Mail 91 
 
 Margaret. (Roguishly.) Business is busi- 
 ness. 
 
 Gerald. Bless your heart. We shall give 
 that phase a new meaning, shan't we? (They 
 take seats.) 
 
 Margaret. I knew you would feel as I 
 do about the oppression of people. And it is 
 oppression, more subtle than slavery and far 
 more ingenious. There is a scheme afoot in 
 the City Gas Company to strengthen their grip 
 on the public — a stockwatering conspiracy — 
 O, I wish I were a man. 
 
 Gerald. I don't. 
 
 Margaret. Be serious a minute. 
 
 Gerald. I've heard something about this 
 gas company scheme. I'm going to talk to Mr. 
 Buckley about it this morning. 
 
 Margaret. Well don't let it go through. 
 I'll send you my proxy. 
 
 Gerald. Your proxy! It will be our first 
 love letter! 
 
 Margaret. Don't regard it as a precedent. 
 I shan't always let you vote for me, even at 
 a 'gas company meeting. 
 
 Gerald. (Starts to speak but is interrupted 
 by the entrance of Mrs. Fairfield and Mr. 
 Mayhezv. Mrs. Fairfield is dressed in mourn- 
 ing and comes through the door on the left. 
 Mr. Mayhezv comes through door in back.) 
 Good morning, Mother. (Kisses her.) 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. (To Mr. Mayhezv.) I 
 
92 Taught By Mail Act III 
 
 am so g-lad you were here during this dread- 
 ful time, Jim. You have been such a com- 
 port. (Buries her head on his shoulder.) 
 
 Mayhew. There, there, Bess, you are a 
 brave Httle woman. (Mrs. Fairfield dries her 
 eyes and sits down. Gerald and Mr. Mayhew 
 take seats.) 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. It was all so unexpected. 
 It seems dreadful that a man should be struck 
 down in the prime of life like Henry, and on 
 the crest of success. I ought to have watched 
 him more carefull}^ I ought to have made 
 him rest or travel. 
 
 Mayhew. He would not have been happy 
 without his work. Working hard was his 
 pleasure. You need not reproach yourself on 
 that account. 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. He had so much to live 
 for. He looked forward to seeing Gerald a 
 famous author or professor. I hope you don't 
 think of leaving college, Gerald? 
 
 Gerald. Not if you do not wish it, Mother. 
 I should like to go on. We have plenty of 
 time to think about that before fall. 
 
 Mrs. Fairfield. Mr. Buckley says there 
 isn't anything for you to do about the prop- 
 erty except to sign some papers. He says 
 the business, whatever it is, will run itself, 
 almost. There's a man named Preserves or 
 something like that he's put in charge of it. 
 
 Gerald. Yes, Mother. 
 
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 Mrs. Fairfield. I wish you men would 
 try to influence Clara to go back to school 
 and stop wasting her time over this silly learn- 
 ing by mail. I think she's coming now. 
 
 (Enter Clara dressed in mourning zvith an 
 open letter in her hand through door at left.) 
 Clara. Gerald, look at this! Here's a 
 letter from the Cosmos Correspondence Col- 
 lege saying they have gone out of business 
 and sending back my money. Listen! 
 {Reads from letter.) 
 
 ''Having decided to wind up our business 
 at once, we beg to request you to keep the 
 books and instruments furnished and to find 
 enclosed the amount of your payment. Yours 
 truly, A. L. Purvis." And here's the check. 
 Why! It has your name on it. 
 
 {Looks in astonishment at Gerald.) 
 Gerald. {Grimly.) That check got past 
 me by mistake. 
 
 {To Mr. Mayhezv.) No wonder. I guess 
 I signed a thousand of them. 
 
 {To Clara.) It's all right, Sis; I'll explain 
 it to you later. 
 
 Mayhew\ {To Gerald.) Rather quick work. 
 
 Gerald. {To Mr. Mayhezv.) I couldn't 
 
 rest until it was done. {To Clara.) Look 
 
 here. Sis; Mother wishes me to go back to 
 
 college. What do you think about it? 
 
 Clara. Of course you must go back. I 
 
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 want to g"o to the commencement ball and see 
 you graduate. 
 
 Gerald. I'll g-o back if you will go back 
 to school. Mother wishes you to; so does 
 Uncle Jim. Is it a bargain? 
 
 Clara. (Laughing in spite of herself.) 
 ril think about it. (Kisses her brother and 
 goes out zmth Margaret. Mrs. Fairfield, smil- 
 ing, follozvs Clara.) 
 
 Mayhew. If you can manage women like 
 that, you can manage men. So you shut up 
 the shop ? How about all those employees ; 
 what are they going to do? 
 
 Gerald. I have arranged it. Employment 
 shall be secured for them elsewhere as soon as 
 possible. Meanwhile I shall get rid of a few 
 dollars taking care of them. 
 
 Mayhew. You will find it easy enough to 
 get rid of all 3^our dollars if you keep on at 
 that rate. 
 
 Gerald. I shan't. I know the futility of 
 giving money to people, taking away their 
 self-reliance and ultimately pauperizing them. 
 Don't think I have any delusions in that line, 
 Uncle Jim. This is an exceptional case. I 
 just had to close up that — that — swindle. 
 
 Mayhew. I don't blame you. 
 
 Gerald. I wish I could settle the rest of it 
 as easily as that. (Gets up and paces the 
 floor.) 
 
 (Enter Mr. Buckley from the library.) 
 
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 Gerald. Good morning-, Mr. Buckley. 
 
 Buckley. Good morning, Mr. Fairfield. 
 (Looking at the table.) I see you are all 
 ready to proceed to business. 
 
 Gerald. Yes sir, and I wish my uncle to be 
 present, if you have no objection. 
 
 Buckley. Certainly, with pleasure. {He 
 takes a seat at the table and draws from an 
 inner pocket a document which he unfolds and 
 lays on the table before him.) In all my ex- 
 perience as an attorney I have never seen the 
 affairs of a decedent left in such perfect or- 
 der. I forsee no complications whatever. {Ex- 
 amines the document.) Mr. Fairfield left no 
 real estate except this home; that passes to 
 the widow for life and then to the daughter in 
 fee. The business conducted under the title 
 Cosmos Correspondence College — 
 
 Gerald. Is settled. I should have informed 
 you of that before, Mr. Buckley, but I have been 
 too much occupied. As my legal adviser you 
 were entitled to be informed earlier than this, 
 but you were busy with the probate of the 
 will and I did not wish to lose any time. 
 
 ^ Buckley. You mean that you have already 
 disposed of the business ? 
 
 (Gerald nods.) 
 
 Buckley. I am afraid you have been hasty, 
 Mr. Fairfield ; a matter of that importance de- 
 serves serious consideration. You have not 
 signed any binding agreement I trust? 
 
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 Gerald. I have not signed any agreement. 
 The Cosmos Correspondence College has 
 ceased to exist. Let's forget it and pass on 
 to the next item. 
 
 Buckley. Excuse me, Mr. Fairfield, but 
 as your legal adviser permit me to say, that 
 while you know the business was left to you 
 unconditionally, you are very unwise to — that 
 is to say — eh — how much did you sell it for? 
 
 Gerald. I did not sell it. 
 
 Buckley. You gave it to someone? 
 
 Gerald. No, no, Mr. Buckley, you don't 
 understand. Let me make myself clear. After 
 you acquainted me with the contents of the 
 will on Wednesday in accordance with my 
 father's wishes as expressed therein, I went 
 to the Cosmos Correspondence College office 
 and stopped its operation, if that is the term 
 — put it into voluntary liquidation, if that's 
 better. 
 
 Buckley. As your legal adviser may I 
 ask why? 
 
 Gerald. Because I do not approve of that 
 sort of business, that's why. It was mine to 
 do what I pleased with, was it not? 
 
 Buckley. Yes, practically, though it 
 would have been more regular, more accord- 
 ing to Hoyle, you understand, to have waited 
 until the court had granted probate. Were 
 you aware that your father had been offered 
 two hundred thousand dollars for that busi- 
 
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 ness, and that you could probably have sold 
 it for two hundred and fifty thousand? 
 
 Gerald. No, I cannot say that I was. 
 However, it makes no difference. 
 
 Buckley. Have the employees been paid 
 off, the leases cancelled, the debts paid, the 
 subscribers informed, and their accounts set- 
 tled ? Have — 
 
 Gerald. I told Mr. Purvis to attend to that. 
 You will see him of course and see that every- 
 thing* is done legally and everybody satisfied. 
 My instructions to him were to pay the debts 
 if any, to give up the premises at once, trans- 
 ferring the necessary records to your office, 
 and to return all the current subscriptions. 
 I have signed the checks for the subscrib- 
 ers and they are now in the mail. 2\s to the 
 employees they will be taken care of until 
 they secure other situations. The whole thing 
 is simple enough, isn't it? 
 
 Buckley. Simple is a mild term for it. 
 However, I am not here to criticize 3^our ac- 
 tions, Mr. Fairfield. You are of age. You 
 are your own master. Perhaps you have in 
 mind someone else whom you prefer as your 
 lawyer. If so, please do not hesitate to — 
 
 Gerald. Nothing of the sort, Mr. Buckley, 
 nothing of the sort. You know all about my 
 father's affairs ; I have no thought of chang- 
 ing. But please consider the Cosmos Cor- 
 respondence College as dead and buried. See 
 
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 Mr. Purvis and settle further details to suit 
 yourself. 
 
 Buckley. Very well. (Returns to his mem- 
 orandum.) The next item is the gas stock. 
 
 Gerald. That is the local gas company, I 
 believe — The City Gas Company. 
 
 Buckley. Yes. Your father was one of 
 the largest individual stockholders and was 
 one of the board of directors. While he did 
 not own a majority of the stock, he and some 
 of his friends together held a controlling in- 
 terest. 
 
 Gerald. Did you not say something the 
 other day about a proposed increase in the 
 amount of the capital stock, a hundred per 
 cent, isn't it? 
 
 Buckley. That is the plan. The proxies 
 are nearly all in now, and the annual meeting 
 takes place day after tomorrow. The proxies 
 are in your father's name, but the consensus 
 of opinion is that the right to vote them passes 
 to you. I feel confident that no question will 
 ever be raised as to your right to vote them. 
 
 Gerald. Wait a minute. You are going a 
 bit too fast for me. A proxy, as I understand 
 it, is the authority granted one stockholder to 
 vote for another. 
 
 Buckley. Exactly. Each share of stock 
 has one vote. The total possible number of 
 votes is the total number of shares. You 
 have enough proxies in addition to your own 
 
Act III Taught By Mail 99 
 
 shares to carry any resolution that may be 
 acted upon at the annual meeting on Monday. 
 
 Gerald. Do proxies specify how the holder 
 shall vote? 
 
 Buckley. Sometimes they do, sometimes 
 not. In this case they do not. It is generally 
 understood among the stockholders what the 
 principal resolution is going to be at this next 
 meeting, and that it is going to be carried 
 unanimously. Your father attended to that 
 some time ago. 
 
 Gerald. (IVho has picked up another set 
 of papers and nozv looks tJiein over.)' This 
 resolution of which you speak is to double the 
 capital stock, raise it from four millions to 
 eight millions? 
 
 Buckley. Yes. 
 
 Gerald. Well, why is that? It is not quite 
 clear to me. The sum of the capital stock is 
 what is called the capitalization, and the capi- 
 talization is the amount of money invested in 
 the business, if I remember rightly. Is that 
 right ? 
 
 Mayhew. The capitalization is the amount 
 of money supposed to be invested in the busi- 
 ness. That is frequently a legal fiction, also, 
 a joke. 
 
 Buckley. / would say that the capitaliza- 
 tion is rather the value of the business. It 
 frequently increases in value from natural 
 
100 Taught By Mail Act III 
 
 causes, without any more money being actu- 
 ally put into it. 
 
 Gerald. Well, if the Gas Company's busi- 
 ness is worth four million now, what is go- 
 ing to make it worth eight million next week? 
 
 Buckley. It has a monopoly of the gas 
 supply for this municipality. The city is 
 growing rapidly, the company is extending its 
 service all the time, and then 3^ou count in the" 
 value of the franchise, the good-will and so on. 
 
 Mayhew. I never heard of a gas company 
 having anybody's good will. 
 
 Gerald. How much is the Gas Company's 
 property actually worth? I mean their land 
 and reservoirs and pipes, etcetera. 
 
 Buckley. They are carried in the assets 
 at three million. After the capital stock is 
 increased, doubtless this estimate will be in- 
 creased. 
 
 Mayhew. (Sarcastically.) Doubtless. 
 
 Gerald. What is meant by watering stock ? 
 
 Mayhew. (Laughing.) You might as 
 well explain fully, Mr. Buckley. The youngster 
 wants to know. 
 
 Buckley. Stockwatering is a term used 
 by envious people who do not own any of the 
 stock. It means, practically, this : when a 
 business becomes so profitable that the divi- 
 dends declared are very large as compared to 
 the capital, it is found advisable to increase 
 the capital so as to reduce that ratio. 
 
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 {Gerald looks puzzled.) 
 
 Mayhew. / would say that it is like this: 
 if you are making a profit of twenty dollars 
 on a hundred, which is twenty per cent, and 
 you increase the hundred on paper to tw^o 
 hundred, then you reduce your rate of profit 
 to ten per cent. It doesn't look so big, see? 
 
 Gerald. I am beginning to see. (Pauses.) 
 It is very ingenious. {Pauses.) What rate 
 of profit is the Gas Company making? 
 
 Buckley. The dividends for some years 
 past have been eighteen per cent. Under the 
 new capitalization I presume they will be re- 
 duced to, say twelve per cent. 
 
 Gerald. Do the stockholders put in any 
 more money for this additional stock? 
 
 Buckley. O no, the company will make 
 what is called a stock dividend; the new stock 
 will be distributed pro rata among the stock- 
 holders. 
 
 Gerald. (Pointing to a paper in his hand.) 
 Here is die charter of the City Gas Company. 
 It says here, section third, 'The capital stock 
 shall not exceed four million dollars." They 
 have that already. 
 
 Buckley. That is an old copy you have 
 there. The State Legislature passed an act 
 last March authorizing the proposed increase 
 in the Company's capital stock. 
 
 Gerald. Last March? Father was at the 
 capital in March, I remember. 
 
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 Buckley. So was I. We were there to 
 see the act through. 
 
 Gerald. Lobbying ? 
 
 Buckley. Lobbyino- so-called. Lobbying 
 is merely the exercise of the right of petition. 
 You have to lobby to get anything done. 
 
 Gerald. How much did it cost to get this 
 ])articular thing done? 
 
 Buckley. No small amount, I assure you. 
 But we shall not get through our work at thi^' 
 rate, Mr. Fairfield. That's ancient history 
 now. The next item — 
 
 Gerald. I always liked ancient history. 
 Tell me, did you and father bribe any of the 
 members of the Legislature? 
 
 Mayiiew. (Much amused.) You might as 
 well make a clean breast of it, Buckley. 
 
 Buckley. (Visibly annoyed.) Of course 
 not. The matter was duly discussed in com- 
 mittee and on the floor and went thru in the 
 regular way. 
 
 Gerald. (JJ^ith another paper in his hand.) 
 In this list of the Company's stockholders I 
 see the name of the State Senator from the 
 Centralia district. How does he happen to 
 own ten shares of stock in our gas company? 
 
 Buckley. Nothing unusual about that. A 
 man might live in Kamchatka and own some 
 of the stock. 
 
 Gerald. (Scanning the list.) I don't see 
 anyone here whose postoffice address is Kam- 
 
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 chatka. Most of them seem to live in this im- 
 mediate neighborhood. 
 
 (Mr. Mayhezv continues to be quietly 
 amused and also zvaits in expectant silence.) 
 
 Gerald. (After consulting another mem- 
 orandum.) How about the PubHc UtiHties 
 Commission? 
 
 Buckley. There is none. 
 
 Gerald. I was under the impression that 
 one w^as created last winter. The newspaper 
 headlines had the phrase in a prominent place 
 for some weeks. 
 
 Buckley. There was a bill before the City 
 Council to create a Public Utilities Commis- 
 sion but it was defeated. 
 
 Gerald. Did you and father co-operate in 
 this legislative operation also ? 
 
 Buckley. We did, with the able assist- 
 ance of the telephone, electric and traction 
 companies. Consequently there can be noth- 
 ing done as to the increase in the capital stock 
 of the City Gas Company by the Public Utili- 
 ties Commission for the simple reason that 
 there is no public utilities commission. (Smiles 
 blandly.) 
 
 Gerald. I suppose strong arguments were 
 presented to the aldermen in order to con- 
 vince them of the necessity of preventing the 
 creation of a Public Utilities Commission? 
 
 Buckley. Pow^erful arguments. 
 
 Gerald. (After a pause.) There seems to 
 
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 be nobody else left to consider but the public. 
 
 Buckley. What has the public got to do 
 with it? 
 
 Gerald. They burn the gas. 
 
 Buckley. They don't have to. Nobody 
 makes them. 
 
 Mayhew. (Sarcastically.) Sure! If they 
 don't wish to burn your gas, they can eat their 
 food raw and go to bed in the dark. 
 
 (Mr, Buckley again relapses info passivity 
 but soon makes another effort to proceed.) 
 
 Buckley. Shall we pass on to the next 
 item? 
 
 Gerald. Not yet. In regard to this gas 
 question, I believe I will vote against the cap- 
 ital stock increase. 
 
 Buckley. (Jumping to his feet.) But you 
 can't do that! 
 
 Gerald. What's the reason I can't? 
 
 Mayhew. Why not? 
 
 Buckley. Wait a minute. Do you mind 
 if I ask Mr. Davidson to come in? He is 
 your banker you know and maybe he can ex- 
 plain the matter better than I can. He's in 
 the library. 
 
 Gerald. Certainly, ask Mr. Davidson to 
 come in, if you like. 
 
 Mayhew. I'll get him. (Exit thru door to 
 library. Gerald picks up another paper.) 
 
 Buckley. He'll be here in a minute. Shall 
 we pass on to the next item? 
 
Act III Taught By Mail 105 
 
 Gerald. No, let's wait until Mr. Davidson 
 comes. Did I understand you to say that I 
 could not vote against the capital increase? 
 
 Buckley. Not in honor. As I said before, 
 there is a general understanding as to what is 
 to be done, and the proxies which you hold 
 were given to you in accordance with that un- 
 derstanding. You are in honor bound to carry 
 out the tacit agreement. 
 
 Gerald. And incidentally to practice extor- 
 tion on nine-tenths of the population of the 
 city. That, I suppose, is perfectly honorable? 
 
 (Mr. Buckley tJirozi's up his hands in de- 
 spair, turns his back, and paces the floor to the 
 window, where he stands looking out, his 
 hands behind his back.) 
 
 {Enter Mr. Mayhew from the library.) 
 
 Mayhew. Mr. Davidson will be in in a 
 minute. He was called to the telephone. 
 
 Gerald. Uncle Jim, do you despise the 
 masses as Father did and as Mr. Buckley 
 does? 
 
 Mayhew. Intellectually, yes. Whether that 
 justifies you in exploiting them for your own 
 advantage is another question. They must 
 have leaders, that is certain. A pure democ- 
 racy, you know, never accomplishes anything 
 but its own destruction. 
 
 Gerald. The man of greater physical 
 strength has not the right to push his physical 
 inferior off the sidewalk; why should those of 
 
106 Taught By Mail Act III 
 
 greater intelligence impose on their intellectual 
 inferiors ? 
 
 Mayhew. I do not say that they should. 
 On the contrary, I think they should use their 
 superior intellig-ence for the benefit of the 
 whole people. 
 
 Gerald. Not merely for the benefit of their 
 own pocket. 
 
 Mayhew. How they should do that is an- 
 other question. Apparently you would not be 
 doing it by maintaining an extortionate price 
 for gas. On the other hand — but here comes 
 Mr. Davidson. 
 
 (Enter Mr. Davidson briskly, Mr. Buckley 
 turns around and returns to the conference.) 
 
 Gerx\ld. Good morning, Mr. Davidson. 
 • Davidson. Good morning, Gerald. {Shakes 
 hands with Gerald.) 
 
 Buckley. Mr. Davidson, as a director of 
 the City Gas Company, you understand its af- 
 fairs better than I do. Mr. Fairfield, as you 
 know, succeeds to his father's interests. As 
 his legal adviser, I have been trying to ex- 
 plain to him what is to be done at the meet- 
 ing on Monday, but, I fear, without success. 
 Just before I called you in, he announced his 
 intention to vote acrainst the resolution for an 
 increase of the capital stock. 
 
 Davidson. {Calmly, deliberately, and pleas- 
 antly.) I am sure, Gerald, you do not fully 
 understand the situation or you would not have 
 
Act III Taught BylMail 107 
 
 said that. The Gas Company is indispensable 
 to the city's welfare. The people could not 
 get along without it. It serves nine-tenths 
 of the population, which is rapidly increasing 
 in numlDers. Naturally, as the city grows, the 
 number of gas consumers constantly grows, 
 we extend our pipelines, build new reservoirs, 
 and our assets grow in value. So — 
 
 Gerald. If the growth in population is the 
 cause of the increase in the value of the Com- 
 pany's assets, w4iy should not the public profit 
 by this increased value instead of the Com- 
 pany ? 
 
 Mayhew. Ha! 
 
 Davidson. {LookUii^ scornfully at Mr. 
 Mayhezv, and pityingly at Gerald.) This isn't 
 business. The public has nothing to do with 
 it. 
 
 Buckley. That's what I told him. 
 
 Davidson. In the first place, the public 
 won't know an3^thing about it until it's too 
 late to make a fuss. We've fixed the news- 
 papers. 
 
 Gerald. Another interesting piece of in- 
 formation! The newspapers are fixed? 
 
 Buckley. (Trying to zvarn Mr. Davidson.) 
 Mr. Fairfield doesn't think — 
 
 Gerald. (Interrnpting Mr. Buckley and 
 speaking to Mr. Davidson.) Are you sure of 
 that? 
 
 Davidson. Positive. The owners of two of 
 
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 the daily papers are stockholders in the Gas 
 Company, and we have distributed among the 
 other dailies and the small fry over thirty 
 thousand dollars' worth of advertising. 
 
 Gerald. I see nothing has been overlooked. 
 
 Buckley. (Again trying to zvarn Mr. Da- 
 vidson.) Mr. Fairfield does not approve of — 
 
 Gerald. (Again shutfing up Mr. Buckley.) 
 We shall be able to reduce our dividend rate 
 from eighteen to twelve, at the same time in- 
 creasing our actual profit by one-third. 
 
 Davidson. Exactly, and without costing 
 us a cent more. 
 
 (Mr. Buckley opens Jiis mouth to speak, hut 
 Gerald again restrains him.) 
 
 Gerald. Mr. Davidson, you have made the 
 case even more clear than Mr. Buckley did. I 
 shall vote against the proposition. 
 
 Davidson. (With enforced calm and delib- 
 eration.) But my dear l30y, you can't do that. 
 This is Saturday. The meeting is on Mon- 
 day. It's too late to change the proxies. 
 
 (Mr. Buckley again throws up Jiis hands, 
 turns his back and paces the floor. Mr. May- 
 hew laughs.) 
 
 Gerald. According to my legal adviser, I 
 can vote the proxies as I choose. No need to 
 change them. 
 
 Davidson. (Turning to Mr. Buckley angri- 
 ly.) What did you tell him that for? (To 
 Gerald.) But my dear Gerald, take into con- 
 
Act III Taught By Mail 109 
 
 sideration the accepted understanding. If 
 you do what you propose, 3.^ou will never be 
 able to explain it to the disappointed stock- 
 holders. 
 
 Gerald. Perhaps I can explain it to nine- 
 tenths ot the population. 
 
 Davidson. If you are going in for politics, 
 you need not make any such sacrifice hit as 
 that. It IS entirely uncalled for. What's 
 more, you have no right to be actuated by 
 purely selfish motives in this affair. Consider 
 your family— your mother and sister. Suppose 
 you should die suddenly tomorrow, as your 
 father did That might happen. Your prop- 
 erty would pass automatically to your mother 
 and sister. They have a contingent interest 
 in everything you possess. You have no right 
 to deprive them of the great advantages to be 
 gained by the success of the resolution which 
 3^ou propose to defeat. 
 
 Gerald. (Looking at Mr. Mayhezv ) I had 
 not thought of that, but it does not alter the 
 case. 
 
 Mayhew. (Nodding.) You're right Go 
 ahead. 
 
 '^^yi'^so^. (Becoming heated.) If the reso- 
 lution IS defeated Monday it cannot be brouo-ht 
 up again for another year. 
 
 Gerald. Good ! Maybe we shall have a Pub- 
 lic IJtilities Commission by that time and they 
 won t allow it to be brought up 
 
110 Taugk By Mail Act III 
 
 Davidson. (Angrily.) You don't know the 
 first thing- about business. 
 
 Gerald. (Cheerfully.) I think I am learn- 
 ing. 
 
 (Mr. Davidson and Mr. Buckley, unable to 
 restrain their impatience, say good morning 
 abruptly and go out. ) 
 
 Gerald. Those gentlemen seem to be peev- 
 ish about something. 
 
 Mayhew. (Smiling.) Shall we pass on to 
 the next item? 
 
 Gerald. (Reaching for the copy of the 
 zvill.) The rest is all stock and bonds. Let's 
 see. First come the railroad stocks. (Reads.) 
 ''One thousand shares New York and Ohio 
 Railroad Company, par value one hundred 
 thousand dollars, market value two hundred 
 and thirteen thousand dollars." Think of that! 
 (Runs his finger down the sheet.) It's a long 
 list. Then come the bonds. (Reads.) ''Sev- 
 enty-five Great Southern convertible four per 
 cent one thousand dollar bonds, seventy-five 
 thousand dollars. Ten Metropolitan Central 
 four and one-half per cent five thousand dol- 
 lar bonds, fifty thousand dollars." O what's 
 the use! (Throivs the paper to the table.) 
 All this accumulation by trickery. Perfectly 
 legal. By selling stocks which pretended to be 
 g"ood and were not; by selling stimulants un- 
 der the guise of medicine; by selling instruc- 
 tion the chief value of which was the experi- 
 
Act III Taught By Mail 111 
 
 ence gained by the pupils. How am I going 
 to restore these ill-gotten gains to the people 
 from whom they came? 
 
 Mayhew. Gerald, your motives do you 
 credit, but when you talk of restoring this 
 fortune to the people who contributed it, you 
 might as well plan to restore the pieces of that 
 mlaid cabinet to the forest trees from which 
 they came. 
 
 Gerald. No doubt you are right. That is 
 true. But if direct restitution is impossible, 
 then there must be indirect restitution. I in- 
 sist upon restitution of some kind. The ques- 
 tion is, how am I to do it? 
 
 Mayhew. That is more easily asked than 
 answered. You are opposed to almsgiving. 
 
 Gerald. Decidedly, and to nearly all of our 
 so-called philanthropy. One of my professors 
 says that the institution that has done human- 
 ity the most good is the savings-bank be- 
 cause It teaches thrift. I do not go as far as 
 that, but I do think that most of our philan- 
 thropy is harmful. The object of philanthropy, 
 I take it, is to reduce the sum of human misery.' 
 
 Mayhew. We hear a great deal about 
 how much better off we are than our ancest- 
 ors. 
 
 Gerald. Futile piffle. A few of us are bet- 
 ter off. But instead of reducing the number 
 of unfortunates, our methods multiply it. The 
 
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 whole scheme tends to propagate defectives 
 instead of ehminatino- them. 
 
 Mayhew. You do not wish to weaken the 
 sentiment of pity? 
 
 Gerald. Not at all. I would not weaken 
 any noble sentiment. I would weaken the 
 maudlin sentimentality that makes the race 
 deteriorate. To the defectives themselves I 
 would give everything, but as long as that in- 
 volves a continuous addition to the number of 
 defectives I will give nothing. We are con- 
 sidering humanity as a whole. We are con- 
 sidering the application of five million dol- 
 lars to increasing the capital stock of the Uni- 
 versal Human Compan}^ — not by the watering- 
 method but by some honest method. The 
 giving of this money to any 6i our alleged 
 charities would not do this ; on the contrary, 
 it would make matters worse. 
 
 Mayhew. You might found a college. 
 
 Gerald. There are enough. 
 
 Mayhew. Or a library. 
 
 Gerald. There are too many. 
 
 Mayhew. Encourage art? 
 
 Gerald. I would like to encourage it by re- 
 moving most of the statues from the parks. 
 
 Mayhew. Science ? 
 
 Gerald. Science always seems to be able to 
 take care of itself. 
 
 Mayhew. Elevate the stage! 
 
Act III Taught By Mail 113 
 
 Gerald. It's the audiences that need elevat- 
 ing. 
 
 Mayhew. Endow a newspaper. 
 
 Gerald. There's something in that. I might 
 start a newspaper with no means of communi- 
 cation between the advertising and the edi- 
 torial departments. You know, there has been 
 a great lack of originality among our benevo-- 
 lent millionaires. They have founded all kinds 
 of schools, libraries, and art-galleries, but it 
 seems never to have occurred to any of them 
 to endow a theater or a newspaper. That's 
 worth considering. 
 
 Mayhew. Leaving abnormals and education 
 out of consideration, there are many normal 
 individuals who need assistance. 
 
 Gerald. Yes, but what kind of assistance? 
 r received ten begging letters in the last mail. 
 If you merely give, you make dependents and 
 ingrates. The entire history of workingman's 
 homes, and feeding the flood sufferers, and 
 extravagant pensions, and all that, goes to 
 show that the average man won't work unless 
 he has to, unless he is spurred to it. Remove 
 the spur and he quits his job. If I could only 
 buy them five million dollars' worth of self- 
 reliance. 
 
 Mayhew. Educate them in self-reliance. 
 
 Gerald. Good idea. How? 
 
 Mayhew. Who was it who said that in this 
 world as in the next we get what we deserve? 
 
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 Gerald. I don't follow you. That sounds 
 like the Henry Fairfield system of philosophy. 
 
 Mayhew. Perhaps your father was not en- 
 tirely wrong. 
 
 Gerald. What ! 
 
 Mayhew. Your father thought like you 
 that the masses lack self-reliance. He edu- 
 cated them in self-reliance. If you defeat 
 your opponent in a game you thereby instruct 
 him how to play the game, don't you? Those 
 of the best physique should be conserved; so 
 should those of the keenest intelligence. We 
 want a healthy population; so do we want a 
 thrifty population. Your father must have 
 taught thousands of people to be more prudent 
 as to how they spent their money. 
 
 Gerald. Hence this five million dollars. 
 
 Mayhew. Thousands of his fellow-beings 
 must have learned from him a bitter but 
 wholesome lesson. They must have said to 
 themselves, "What a fool I was." From this 
 viewpoint your father ranks as a public bene- 
 factor. 
 
 Gerald. From that viewpoint the best way 
 to educate the masses in that which they most 
 need, namely, self-reliance, is to swindle them. 
 
 Mayhew. Patiently and persistently. 
 
 Gerald. Thereby sharpening their wits. 
 
 Mayhew. Thus teaching them at their 
 own expense how to take care of themselves. 
 
 {Enter Margaret, not seen by Gerald and 
 
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 Mayhew. She hesitates, and stops, framed in 
 the doorway behind Mayhew' s hack,) 
 
 Gerald. {Gazing intently into space.) I 
 wonder if father was right after all? {Turns 
 his head slowly and espies Margaret smiling 
 at him from the doorway. Rises suddenly, al- 
 most startling the sedate Mr. Mayhezv, and 
 brings his clenched fist dozvn on the table.) 
 No ! There must be some better way. 
 
 THE END