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Startling Dressiness Of A Lift Attendant
XI. COMRADE BINGO XII. BINGO HAS A BAD GOODWOOD XIII. THE GREAT SERMON HANDICAP XIV. THE PURITY OF THE TURF XV. THE METROPOLITAN TOUCH XVI.…
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Jeeves Exerts The Old Cerebellum
“’Morning, Jeeves,” I said. “Good morning, sir,” said Jeeves. He put the good old cup of tea softly on the table by my bed, and I took a re…
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No Wedding Bells For Bingo
Bingo reported three days later that Rosie M. Banks was the goods and beyond a question the stuff to give the troops. Old Little had jibbed…
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Aunt Agatha Speaks Her Mind
I suppose in the case of a chappie of really fine fibre and all that sort of thing, a certain amount of gloom and anguish would have follow…
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Pearls Mean Tears
I remember it must have been when I was at school because I don’t go in for that sort of thing very largely nowadays reading a poem or some…
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The Pride Of The Woosters Is Wounded
If there’s one thing I like, it’s a quiet life. I’m not one of those fellows who get all restless and depressed if things aren’t happening…
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The Hero’s Reward
I don’t know if you’ve noticed it, but it’s rummy how nothing in this world ever seems to be absolutely perfect. The drawback to this other…
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Introducing Claude And Eustace
The blow fell precisely at one forty-five (summer time). Spenser, Aunt Agatha’s butler, was offering me the fried potatoes at the moment, a…
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Sir Roderick Comes To Lunch
I had met Sir Roderick Glossop before, of course, but only when I was with Honoria; and there is something about Honoria which makes almost…
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A Letter Of Introduction - (1)
You know, the longer I live, the more clearly I see that half the trouble in this bally world is caused by the light-hearted and thoughtles…
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A Letter Of Introduction - (2)
In the middle of it Aunt Agatha’s letter arrived. It took her about six pages to do justice to Cyril’s father’s feelings in regard to his g…
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Comrade Bingo
The thing really started in the Park at the Marble Arch end where weird birds of every description collect on Sunday afternoons and stand o…
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Bingo Has A Bad Goodwood
I had promised to meet young Bingo next day, to tell him what I thought of his infernal Charlotte, and I was mooching slowly up St. James’s…
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The Great Sermon Handicap - (1)
After Goodwood’s over, I generally find that I get a bit restless. I’m not much of a lad for the birds and the trees and the great open spa…
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The Great Sermon Handicap - (2)
The more I studied the scheme, the better it looked. “How about it, Jeeves?” I said. Jeeves smiled gently, and drifted out. “Jeeves has no…
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The Purity Of The Turf - (1)
After that, life at Twing jogged along pretty peacefully for a bit. Twing is one of those places where there isn’t a frightful lot to do no…
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The Purity Of The Turf - (2)
“But why should either of us go to evening service?” “Ass! Harold sings in the choir, doesn’t he?” “What about it? I can’t stop him disloca…
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The Metropolitan Touch - (1)
Nobody is more alive than I am to the fact that young Bingo Little is in many respects a sound old egg. In one way and another he has made…
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The Metropolitan Touch - (2)
“Oh, all right, let it go!” “It’s a big thing, you know, this Christmas Entertainment. Old Heppenstall is very much wrapped up in it. Nibs…
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The Delayed Exit Of Claude And Eustace - (1)
The feeling I had when Aunt Agatha trapped me in my lair that morning and spilled the bad news was that my luck had broken at last. As a ru…
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The Delayed Exit Of Claude And Eustace - (2)
“Your Uncle George was dining with me last night, and he was quite shaken. He declares that, while on his way from the Devonshire Club to B…
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Bingo And The Little Woman
It must have been a week or so after the departure of Claude and Eustace that I ran into young Bingo Little in the smoking-room of the Seni…
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All’s Well
I stared at him. That flower in his buttonhole.... That dazed look.... Yes, he had all the symptoms; and yet the thing seemed incredible. T…