Monday, September 19, 2016

Wodehouse gems

Of New York:
In the tramcars they were absolutely standing on each other's necks. Going to business or something, I take it. Wonderful johnnies! The odd part of it was that after the first shock of seeing all this frightful energy the thing didn't seem so strange. I've spoken to fellows since who have been to New York, and they tell me they found it just the same. Apparently there's something in the air, either the ozone or the phosphates or something, which makes you sit up and take notice. A kind of zip, as it were. A sort of bally freedom, if you know what I mean, that gets into your blood and bucks you up, and makes you feel that—God's in His Heaven: All's right with the world, and you don't care if you've got odd socks on.

Gussie feeling poetic:
The early fall,' said Gussie, who is a bit of a poet in his way, 'is vaudeville's springtime. All over the country, as August wanes, sparkling comediennes burst into bloom, the sap stirs in the veins of tramp cyclists, and last year's contortionists, waking from their summer sleep, tie themselves tentatively into knots. What I mean is, this is the beginning of the new season, and everybody's out hunting for bookings.'

2 comments:

Kat said...

😂 Superb. 👍🏻

Anonymous said...

Goodness. Such silly genius all in one. L O V E!!~tammy