Tuesday, July 23, 2019

Lesley Woods - detectives' girlfriend

Woods was a busy radio actress, appearing in some 17 different programs. She is notable for having portrayed the girlfriend of two different radio detectives. She played Mary Wesley in the original radio version of Boston Blackie opposite the movie Blackie, Chester Morris. Then she spent a while as reporter Ann Williams, the sweetheart/sidekick of Casey, Crime Photographer.

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Monday, July 22, 2019

The cruel gender

"Well, after what happened this afternoon . . ." said Molly. She drew away. She was not normally an unkind girl, but the impulse of the female of the species to torture the man it loves is well-known. Women may be a ministering angel when pain and anguish wring the brow: but, if at other times she sees a chance to prod he loved on and watch him squirm, she hates to miss it.

(from The Small Bachelor, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Thursday, July 18, 2019

A new exclamation

"Sweet suffering soup-spoons!" This is from P. G. Wodehouse. That is a new one for me. It raises the question, In just what fashion could soup spoons suffer?

Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Poached egg wedding

     "This is the Reverend Gideon Voules," said Molly. "He's going to marry us."
     "This," said Mrs. Waddington, turning to the clergyman and speaking in  voice which seemed to George's sensitive ear to contain too strong a note of apology, "is the bridegroom."
     The Reverend Gideon Voules looked at George with a dull and poached-egg-like eye. He did not seem to the latter to be a frightfully cherry sort of person: but, after all, when you're married, you're married, no matter how like a poached egg the presiding minister may look.

(from The Small Bachelor, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

We're not getting anwhere with this conversation!

     "Say, listen!" said Sigsbee H. Waddington.
     "Proceed," said Hamilton Beamish.
     "Say, listen!'
     "I am all attention."
     "Say, listen!" said Mr. Waddington.
     Hamilton Beamish glanced at his watch impatiently. Even at its normal level of imbecility, the conversation of Sigsbee H. Waddington was apt to jar upon his critical mind, and now, it seemed to him, the other was plumbing depths which even he had never reached before.
     "I can give you seven minutes," he said. "At the end of the period of time I must leave you. I am speaking at a luncheon of the Young Women Writers of America. You came here, I gather, to make a communication to me. Make it."
     "Say, listen!" said Sigsbee H. Waddington.
     Hamilton Beamish compressed his lips sternly. He had heard parrots with a more intelligent flow of conversation.

(from The Small Bachelor, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Monday, July 15, 2019

Don't destroy her dreams

"She has forbidden him the house?"

"Yes."

"I suppose it's because he has no money?"

Hamilton Beamish was on the point of mentioning that George had an almost indecent amount of money, but he checked himself. Who was he that he should destroy a young girl's dreams? It was as a romantic and penniless artist that George Finch had won this girl's heart. It would be cruel to reveal the fact that he was rich and the worst artist in New York.

(from The Small Bachelor, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

Sunday, July 14, 2019

Did Wodehouse really know?

P. G. Wodehouse wrote about the British aristocracy like he was a fly on the wall in those baronial estates, like he had firsthand knowledge. But did he? Well, first of all, his great-grandfather was Sir Armine Wodehouse, 5th Baronet. Another great-grandfather was Sir Edmund Bacon, 6th Baronet. In another line, his great-great-grandfather was Sir Robert Kemp, 3rd Baronet. And so forth.

But then Baronets, though somebody, are not peers of the realm. They are only Sirs, not Lords. But Sir Armine's maternal grandfather was William Fermor, 1st Baron Leominster. And so on. Once you get in amongst the bluebloods, who knows where it all will end?