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Augustus Does His Bit
George Bernard Shaw

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AUGUSTUS DOES HIS BIT 

The Mayor's parlor in the Town Hall of Little Pifflington.  Lord
Augustus Highcastle, a distinguished member of the governing
class, in the uniform of a colonel, and very well preserved at
forty-five, is comfortably seated at a writing-table with his
heels on it, reading The Morning Post.  The door faces him, a
little to his left, at the other side of the room.  The window is
behind him.  In the fireplace, a gas stove.  On the table a bell
button and a telephone.  Portraits of past Mayors, in robes and
gold chains, adorn the walls.  An elderly clerk with a short white
beard and whiskers, and a very red nose, shuffles in. 

AUGUSTUS [hastily putting aside his paper and replacing his feet
on the floor].  Hullo! Who are you? 

THE CLERK.  The staff [a slight impediment in his speech adds to
the impression of incompetence produced by his age and
appearance].

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