Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-08-30
By P. G.. WODEHOUSE

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At 2:30 the Bellinger left to go to q singing
lesson Tuppy trotted after ner to the door
and then came back.
Well, Bertie2"
We'll. WHAT"
Il mean, isn't she?"
"oh. rather" said humOring the poor fish.
Wonderful eyes2'
"Oh, rather"
Wonderful fgure?"
ooh. quite"
Wonderful voice?"
Here was able to intone the response with
a little more heartinesS. The Bellinger, at
Tuppy's request, had sung few songs before
digging in at the trough. and nobody could have
denied that her pipes we're in great shape. The
plaster was Stin falling from the ceiling.
Terrific" I said.
Tuppy sighed. and having helped himself to
about four inches of whisky and one Of soda.
took deep, refreshing draft.
"Ah!" he said II needed that"
why didn't you have it at iunch?"
We'll, it's this way" said Tuppy 81 have
not actually ascertained what Cora's opinions
are on the subject of the taking of slight snorts
from time to time, but I thought it more pru-
dent TO lay of. The view took that laying
of would seem to indicate the serious mind"
What beats me is how on earth you expect
to make her think you've got q mind ct all
let alone q Sericsle one"
We'll. let tell you, my lad, am handling
this affair with consummate generalship. Do
you remember 'Beefy' Bingham who was at
oxford with u.s. He's a parson now. Down in
the East End He runs lads club for the local
toughs-you know the sort of thing-cocoa and
backgammon in the reading room and occasional
clean, bright entertainments in the Odd Fellows
hail, and I've been helping him / don't sup
pose I've passed an evening away from the
backgammon board for weeks.
Cora is extremely pleased. I've got her 70
promise to sing Tuesday at Beefy's next
clean, bright entertainment"
you haves"
IT absolutely have And now mark my
devilish ingenuity, BERTHE. I'm going to sing,
too"
why do you suppose that's going to get you
anywhere?"
Because the way I intend to sing the song I
intend to sing VIII prove TO her that there are
great deeps in my nature whose existence she
has not suspected. She will that rough,
unlettered audience wiping the tears out of its
baliy eyes and she will say to herself What no!
The old egg really has q soulr For it is not one
Of your moldy comic songs, BERTHE. 1t is all
about angels being lonely and what not
I uttered q sharp cry. You can't mean
yous going to sing Sonny Boy'?"
II jolly well do"
I was shocked. I hadn't time however, to
express my horror for at this juncture Jeeves
came in
Mrs. Trayers has just rung up on the tele-
phone. sir. She desired me 10 say that she will
be calling to see you in a few minutes"
Contents noted. Jeeves," 1 said. Nov
listen, Tuppy--" began.
I stopped. The fellow wasn't there.
Mr.. GloSsoy has left sir"
Left? How can he have left? He was
sitting there"
That Is the front closing now. sir"
But what made him shoot of like that2"
Possibly Mr.. Glossop did not wish to meet
Mrs. TTavers SIR"
why not?"
IT could not say sir. But undoubtedly at the
mention of Mrs Travers' name he rose very
swiftly"
Strange, Jeeves."
I turned to a subject of more moment.
"Jeeves,t 1 said MIR. GlosSop proposes to
sing Sonny Boy at entertainment down in
the East End next Tuesday before an audience
consisting mainly of coStermongers. with a
sprinkling of whelk-Stal owners, purveyors Of
blood oranges, and minor pugilists. Make
note to remind me to be there He will infallibly
get the bird. and I want to witness his down
fall"
Very good, sir
"And when Mrs. TTavers arrives 1 shall be In
the sitting ROOM