by P. G. Wodehouse
In the crowd that strolled on the Promenade des Etrangers, enjoying the morning sunshine, there were some who had come to Roville for their health, others who wished to avoid the rigours of the English spring, … Read the rest
In the crowd that strolled on the Promenade des Etrangers, enjoying the morning sunshine, there were some who had come to Roville for their health, others who wished to avoid the rigours of the English spring, … Read the rest
Once upon a time there was erected in Longacre Square, New York, a large white statue, labelled ‘Our City’, the figure of a woman in Grecian robes holding aloft a shield. Critical citizens objected to it … Read the rest
This story will interest and amuse all cricketers, and while from the male point of view it may serve as a good illustration of the fickleness of woman and the impossibility of forecasting what course she … Read the rest
It is possible that, at about the time at which this story opens, you may have gone into the Hotel Belvoir for a hair-cut. Many people did; for the young man behind the scissors, though of … Read the rest
“Yes, papa.”
“That infernal dog of yours—-“
“Oh, papa!”
“Yes, that infernal dog of yours has been at my carnations again!”
Colonel Reynolds, V.C., glared sternly across the table at Miss Sylvia Reynolds, and Miss Sylvia … Read the rest
When Jack Wilton first came to Marois Bay, none of us dreamed that he was a man with a hidden sorrow in his life. There was something about the man which made the idea absurd, or … Read the rest
Well-meaning chappies at the club sometimes amble up to me and tap me on the wishbone, and say “Reggie, old top,”–my name’s Reggie Pepper–“you ought to get married, old man.” Well, what I mean to say … Read the rest
Although this story is concerned principally with the Man and the Maid, the Miasma pervades it to such an extent that I feel justified in putting his name on the bills. Webster’s Dictionary gives the meaning … Read the rest
There were three distinct stages in the evolution of Annette Brougham’s attitude towards the knocking in the room above. In the beginning it had been merely a vague discomfort. Absorbed in the composition of her waltz, … Read the rest
It was Harold who first made us acquainted, when I was dining one night at the Cafe Britannique, in Soho. It is a peculiarity of the Cafe Britannique that you will always find flies there, even … Read the rest