Scene: Private sitting-room in a large hotel.
Characters: Expensive theatrical star (imported), his valet, a strange visitor.
The star, seated, in his dressing gown, is surrounded by a litter of papers, news clippings, letters, &c.
Valet: Another gentleman to interview you, sir.
Star: Oh, this publicity! Can't a man have a few minutes of privacy in this country? Another newspaper fellow, I suppose. Show him in.
Star (languidly): You wish to interview me?
Visitor: I shan't take up much of your time.
Star: Fire away, What do you want to know?
Visitor: First of all, I should like to have some particulars regarding your salary.
Star (wearily): Oh, well, I suppose the public likes that sort of thing. I am getting £1200 a week while I am here.
Visitor (writing): £1200 per week. Thank you.
Star: By the way, I don't think I got your name. What paper do you represent?
Visitor: Paper? Oh, I'm not a reporter. I'm from the State Income Tax office.
The Mooch of Life
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