s--a quiet tired smile which does not leave his face
during the rest of the scene.

He walks over to the piano and plays the opening chords of the Schumann
concerto. Then shaking his head sadly, he tenderly closes down the lid
and locks it.

He next writes a note which he folds and places, with the key to the
piano, in an envelope. Sealing and addressing the envelope, he places
it on the piano. Then, walking over to the bed, he picks up the bayonet,
and shutting his eyes for an instant, he steps forward and cuts his
throat as the curtain falls.

SCENE 3

Same as Act 1, Scene 1 except for the changes made in the city
street by a year or more of peace.

The arch across the thoroughfare still stands, although it has become
badly discolored and dirty; the inscription "For the Freedom of the
World" is but faintly visible. As the curtain rises workmen are busy at
work tearing the arch down.

Enter the Angel and the Professor's Son.

The Angel--Stand over here, out of the way, and you'll see the last of
your cronies--Pat, the Streetcleaner's Son--enjoying the gratitude of
the world.

The Professor's Son does not answer.

Enter Pat. He has on an old pair of corduroy trousers, with his
brown army shirt, and shoes out at the heel.

He looks as if he had not slept for days certainly he has not shaved for
a week. He approaches one of the workmen.

Pat--Say buddy any chance for a job here?

The Workman--Hell no. They was fifty applicants yesterday. (Looking
at his army shirt) Most of them ex-soldiers like you. Jobs is mighty
scarce.

Pat--I'll tell the world they are. I'd almost join the army again,
except for my wife and kid.

The Workman--God--don't do it.

Pat--Why--was you across?

The Workman--Yes, God damn it--eight months. Next war I'll let somebody
else do the fighting.

Pat--Same here. The wise guys were them that stayed at home and kept
their jobs.

The Workman--I'll say they were.

Pat--(Growing more excited)--And while we was over there fighting,
nothing was too good for us--"brave boys," they said, "we shall never
forget what you have done for us." Never forget--hell! In about a year
everybody forgot there ever was a war and a fellow has a hell of a time
getting a job--and when you mention the war they just laugh--why God
damn it, I've been out of work for six months and I ain't no loafer
either and my wife has had to go back to her folks and I'm just about
all in--

During this speec