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- From: kannan@lamar.ColoState.EDU (Kannan Subramanian)
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- Subject: Re: Jeeves Canon
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- Date: 26 Jan 93 21:24:38 GMT
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- In article <C1Gr6r.GJ4@news.iastate.edu>,
- sachin@iastate.edu (Sachin S Sapatnekar) writes:
-
- |> >A less known Psmith novel is "Psmith Journalist" in which Psmith takes over
- |> >(ably aided by Mike Jackson) the running of a newspaper in New York City (while
- |> >its editor is away on vacation in Europe).
- |>
- |> It's been a long time since I read this one, so I may be mistaken...
- |> but are you sure that Mike Jackson appears in this book? It's set
- |> in New York, isn't it?
-
- Yes, Mike Jackson does figure in the book (and here comes the despicable
- "argument by authority" with profuse apologies, to wit, "You better take my
- word for it. I own the book!") Mike is a member of some visiting cricket team &
- takes off periodically on some cricketing jaunts, even as Psmith tracks the
- dangerous gangs of New York, a monocle in one eye and a detective gleam in
- the other.
-
- |> If you have access to this book, could you post the part where
- |> Psmith lands up at Paddington(?) to meet Freddie, with a pink
- |> chrysanthemum in his lapel?
-
- [ Here's the reply Freddie, son of Lord Emsworth, sends Psmith in response to
- his newspaper ad urging readers to "Leave it to Psmith." ]
-
- "If R. Psmith will meet the writer in the lobby of the Piccadily Palace Hotel
- at twelve sharp, Friday, July 1, business may result if business meant and
- terms are reasonable. R. Psmith will wear a pink chrysanthemum in his
- buttonhole, and will say to the writer, 'There will be rain in Northumberland
- tomorrow,' to which the writer will reply, 'Good for the crops.' Kindly be
- punctual."
-
- [ Psmith, having invested in chrysanthemum, one number(s), pink, finds it
- both repellant and distressing, but arrives at the appointed hour wearing the
- shrub. ]
-
- (continue extract)
-
- Arrived at the hotel and standing in the lobby, he perceived the existence of
- further complications. The lobby was in its usual state of congestion it being
- a recognized meeting-place for those who did not find it convenient to go as
- far east as that traditional rendezvous of Londoners, the spot under the clock
- at Charing Cross Station; and 'the writer', while giving instructions as to how
- Psmith should ornament his exterior had carelessly omitted to mention how he
- himself was to be recognized. A rollicking slap-dash conspirator, was Psmith's
- opinion.
-
- It seemed best to take up a position as nearly as possible in the centre of the
- lobby and stand there until 'the writer', lured by the chrysanthemum, should
- come forward and start something. This he accordingly did, but when at the end
- of ten minutes nothing had happened beyond a series of collisions with perhaps
- a dozen hurrying visitors to the hotel, he decided on a more active course. A
- young man of sporting appearance had been standing beside him for the last five
- minutes, and ever and anon this young man had glanced with some impatience at
- his watch.
-
- "There will be rain," said Psmith, "in Northumberland tomorrow."
-
- The young man looked at him, not without interest, certainly, but without that
- gleam of intelligence in his eye which Psmith had hoped to see.
-
- "What?" he replied.
-
- "There will be rain in Northumberland tomorrow."
-
- "Thanks, Zadkiel," said the young man. "Deuced gratifying, I'm sure. I suppose
- you couldn't predict the winner of the Goodwood Cup as well?"
-
- He then withdrew rapidly to intercept a young woman in a large hat who had just
- come through the swing doors. Psmith was forced to the conclusion that this was
- not his man. He was sorry on the whole, for he had seemed a pleasant fellow.
-
- [ Two and half pages and several mishits later, 'the writer' and Psmith
- connect. Sorry it's too long to type, though the material is hilarious. ]
-
- "I asked you to wear a pink chrysanthemum. So I could recognize you, you know."
-
- "I _am_ wearing a pink chrysanthemum. I should have imagined that was a fact
- that the most casual could hardly have overlooked."
-
- "That thing?" The other gazed disparagingly at the floral decoration. "I
- thought it was some kind of cabbage. I meant one of those little
- what-d'you-may-call-its that people do wear in their button holes."
-
- "Carnation, possibly? "
-
- "Carnation! That's right."
-
- Psmith removed the chrysanthemum and dropped it behind his chair. He looked at
- his companion reproachfully.
-
- "If you had studied botany at school, comrade," he said, "much misery might
- have been averted. I cannot begin to tell you the spiritual agony I suffered,
- trailing through the metropolis behind that shrub."
-
- [ end extract ]
-
- Gotta go.
-
- -kannan
-
- "Across the pale parabola of Joy,
- The sibilant, scented silence shimmered where we sat..."
-