He was a pal of my cousin Gussie, who was in with a lot of people down Washington Square way. I first got to know Corky when I came to New York. And that’s why, when Bruce Corcoran came to me with his troubles, my first act was to ring the bell and put it up to the lad with the bulging forehead.

I shall endeavour to give satisfaction.”Īnd he has, by Jove! I’m a bit short on brain myself the old bean would appear to have been constructed more for ornament than for use, don’t you know but give me five minutes to talk the thing over with Jeeves, and I’m game to advise any one about anything. From now on consider yourself the brains of the establishment.” “After this,” I said, “not another step for me without your advice. I went straight home and rang for Jeeves. Wonderchild led till he was breathing on the wire, and then Banana Fritter came along and nosed him out. How the deuce could Jeeves know anything about it? Still, you know what happened. Second place is what the stable is after.” “Jeeves,” I said, for I’m fond of the man, and like to do him a good turn when I can, “if you want to make a bit of money have something on Wonderchild for the ‘Lincolnshire.'” There was the matter of that tip on the “Lincolnshire.” I forget now how I got it, but it had the aspect of being the real, red-hot tabasco. These things are just Life’s mysteries, and that’s all there is to it.īut it isn’t only that Jeeves’s judgment about clothes is infallible, though, of course, that’s really the main thing. Yet Monty had looked fine in absolutely the same stuff. I looked a cross between a music-hall comedian and a cheap bookie. Well, the long and the short of it was that the confounded thing came home, and I put it on, and when I caught sight of myself in the glass I nearly swooned. “What absolute rot! It’s the soundest thing I’ve struck for years.” “I’m getting a check suit like that one of Mr. I dug the address of the tailors out of him, and had them working on the thing inside the hour. Well, Jeeves gives you just the same impression of omniscience.Īs an instance of what I mean, I remember meeting Monty Byng in Bond Street one morning, looking the last word in a grey check suit, and I felt I should never be happy till I had one like it. You go up to them and say: “When’s the next train for Melonsquashville, Tennessee?” and they reply, without stopping to think, “Two-forty-three, track ten, change at San Francisco.” And they’re right every time.

On broader lines he’s like those chappies who sit peering sadly over the marble battlements at the Pennsylvania Station in the place marked “Inquiries.” You know the Johnnies I mean. Honestly, I shouldn’t know what to do without him.

Jeeves–my man, you know–is really a most extraordinary chap. Shell, Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team

My man jeeves by pg wodehouse