P. G. WODEHOUSE

If the management of the Hotel Guelph, that London landmark, could have been present at three o'clock one afternoon in early January in the sitting-room of the suite which they had assigned to Mrs Elmer Ford, late of New York, they might well have felt a little aggrieved. Philosophers among them would possibly have meditated on the limitations o...

COSY MOMENTS The man in the street would not have known it, but a great crisis was imminent in New York journalism. Everything seemed much as usual in the city. The cars ran blithely on Broadway. Newsboys shouted ""Wux-try!"" into the ears of nervous pedestrians with their usual Caruso-like vim. Society passed up and down Fifth Avenue in its aut...

The room was the typical bedroom of the typical boarding-house, furnished, insofar as it could be said to be furnished at all, with a severe simplicity. It contained two beds, a pine chest of drawers, a strip of faded carpet, and a wash basin. But there was that on the floor which set this room apart from a thousand rooms of the same kind. Flat ...

Marriott walked into the senior day-room and finding no one there hurled his portmanteau down on the table with a bang. The noise brought William into the room. William was attached to Leicester's House Beckford College as a mixture of butler and bootboy.