KEN. [_Starts to remove drawing._] I don't want Martin to see this.
He'd never forgive me if he knew I'd quit working on stuff for
Russia.

TIPPY. Hi, Ted! Give a look on your fellow artist's work.

[KEN _stands aside_, TED _rises politely, keeping finger in place
in book and looking at drawing briefly._]

TED. [_Indifferently._] It's very nice.

[_He goes back to couch and his book_, KEN _removes drawing and
rolls it up_. TIPPY _finishes pants and cuts off iron_, MARTIN'S
_voice heard in hall, singing._]

MARTIN. Belaya armeya chornee barone
Snova gotovyat nam tsarskee trone
[MARTIN _enters, marching and singing._]
No ot tigee doe bretanskeye Morye
[_Stamps and accents each syllable._]
Anneya krasnaya vsekh seelnaye.

TIPPY. Jesus, Martin, why don't you get Billy Rose to write a new
song for the Red Army?

MARTIN. As soon as Ken learns Krasnaya Armeya I'll teach him the
International.

TIPPY. I can bellyache the Armeya better now than he can.