P G Wodehouse

Sir Pelham Grenville Wodehouse (15 October 1881 – 14 February 1975) was an English humourist whose body of work includes novels, short stories, plays, humorous verses, poems, song lyrics, and magazine articles. He enjoyed enormous popular success during a career that lasted more than seventy years, and his many writings continue to be widely read.

My Battle With Drink

I could tell my story in two words—the two words "I drank." But I was not always a drinker. This is the story of my downfall—and of my rise—for through the influence of a good woman,

The Guardian

In his Sunday suit (with ten shillings in specie in the right-hand trouser pocket) and a brand-new bowler hat, the youngest of the Shearnes, Thomas Beauchamp Algernon,

The Tom Brown Question

The man in the corner had been trying to worry me into a conversation for some time. He had asked me if I objected to having the window open.

The Babe and the Dragon

The annual inter-house football cup at St Austin's lay between Dacre's, who were the holders, and Merevale's, who had been runner-up in the previous year,

Shields and the Cricket Cup

The house cricket cup at Wrykyn has found itself on some strange mantelpieces in its time. New talent has a way of cropping up in the house matches.

The Odd Trick

The attitude of Philip St H. Harrison, of Merevale's House, towards his fellow-man was outwardly one of genial and even sympathetic toleration.

When Papa Swore in Hindustani

"Sylvia!" "Yes, papa." "That infernal dog of yours——" "Oh, papa!" "Yes, that infernal dog of yours has been at my carnations again!" Colonel Reynolds, V.C., glared sternly across the table at Miss Sylvia Reynolds,

How Payne Bucked Up

It was Walkinshaw's affair from the first. Grey, the captain of the St Austin's Fifteen, was in the infirmary nursing a bad knee.

Jeeves in the Springtime

"'Morning, Jeeves," I said. "Good morning, sir," said Jeeves. He put the good old cup of tea softly on the table by my bed, and I took a refreshing sip. Just right, as usual.