[Rockefeller]

Mr. Bunion: Who is that, staring at me? It must be an old friend, or thinks he is. I can't place him. He seems to know me.
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Mr. Bunion: It's a wonder they wouldn't speak to me. I'll get they are two crooks and are spotting me out for a "come on." There comes--
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Mr. Bunion: --another one. I believe they are detectives and have got me sized up for a crook. Huh, they are--
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Mr. Bunion: snap-shotting me! I'm going to sneak away. They'll try to arrest me if I don't.
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Man: Would you object to my boldness in begging an interview with you? I represent the press--
Mr. Bunion: Interview with me? Why certainly! What do you want?
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Man: How'd you enjoy yourself while abroad, and did you inquire into the financial situation in Europe?
Mr. Bunion: Europe! Abroad! I've never been abroad farther than Squeedonk. No. I'm not much on finance.
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Man: Oh! Ah! Eh! Ah, are you not, ah, isn't this John D. Rockefeller I am addressing?
Mr. Bunion: It is certainly not. I am no kin of anyone with money. We are all poor.
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Mr. Bunion: Rockefeller! Me looking into the financial situation. Huh! That's the first time I've even been suspected of having anything. Well, that's something, anyway.