Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Sticko? - Sticko?!!

Her first move, therefore, on encountering Sidney at the golf club one morning, was to institute a probe. "Who," she demanded, not beating about the bush, "was that lady I saw you walking down the street with?"

Her tone, in which he seemed to detect the note of criticism, offended Sidney. "That," he replied with tough of hauteur, "was no lady, that was my fiancee."

Agnes reeled. She had noticed that he was wearing a new tie and that his hair had been treated with Sticko, the pomade that satisfies, but she had not dreamed that matters had proceeded as far as this.

(from Feet of Clay, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)

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