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- From: kannan@lamar.ColoState.EDU (Kannan Subramanian)
- Subject: "He rather enjoyed it!"
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- Date: Thu, 28 Jan 1993 05:35:08 GMT
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- [ Stanley Featherstonehaugh Ukridge is one of my heroes. As mentioned elsewhere,
- for sheer individual enterprise, he remains untouched. A free-thinker in search
- of doubloons, his highly original get-rich-schemes do not, unfortunately, reap
- the rewards they deserve. Ukridge, of course, is indomitable and never says die.
- Two random extracts follow. Both are from the book, "He rather enjoyed it"
- (also published in America under the more obvious title "Ukridge") ]
-
- (from Ukridge's Dog College ; begin extract)
-
- "Laddie," said Stanley Featherstonehaugh Ukridge, that much-enduring man,
- helping himself to my tobacco and slipping the pouch absently into his pocket,
- "listen to me, you son of Belial."
-
- "What?" I said, retrieving the pouch.
-
- "Do you want to make an enormous fortune?"
-
- "I do."
-
- "Then write my biography. Bung it down on paper, and we'll split the proceeds.
- I've been making a pretty close study of your stuff lately, old horse, and it's
- all wrong. The trouble with you is that you don't plumb the well-springs of
- human nature and all that. You just think up some rotten yarn about
- some-dam-thing-or-other and shove it down. Now, if you tackled my life, you'd
- have something worth writing about. Pots of money in it my boy - English serial
- rights and American serial rights and book rights, and dramatic rights and
- movie rights - well, you can take it from me that, at a conservative estimate,
- we should clean up at least fifty thousand pounds apiece."
-
- "As much as that?"
-
- "Fully that. And listen, laddie, I'll tell you what. You're a good chap and
- we've been pals for years, so I'll let you have my share of the English serial
- rights for a hundred pounds down."
-
- "What makes you think I've got a hundred pounds?"
-
- "Well, then, I'll make it my share of the English _and_ American serial rights
- for fifty."
-
- "Your collar's come off its stud."
-
- "How about my complete share of the whole dashed outfit for twenty-five?"
-
- "Not for me, thanks."
-
- "Then I'll tell you what, old horse," said Ukridge, inspired. "Just lend me
- half a crown to be going on with."
-
- ---
-
- (a couple of pages later)
-
- "You see, laddie, I've hit on the most amazing scheme." He swept his arm round
- dramatically, overturning a plaster cast of the Infant Samuel at Prayer. "All
- right, all right, you can mend it with glue or something, and, anyway, you're
- probably better without it. Yessir, I've hit on a great scheme. The idea of a
- thousand years."
-
- "What's that?"
-
- "I'm going to train dogs."
-
- "Train dogs?"
-
- "For the music-hall stage. Dog acts, you know. Performing dogs. Pots of money
- in it. I start in a modest way with these six. When I've taught 'em a few
- tricks, I sell them to a fellow in the profession for a large sum and buy
- twelve more. I train those, sell 'em for a large sum and with the money buy
- twenty four more. I train those --"
-
- "Here, wait a minute." My head was beginning to swim. I had a vision of England
- paved with Pekingese dogs, all doing tricks. "How do you know you'll be able to
- sell them?"
-
- "Of course I shall. The demand's enormous. Supply can't cope with it. At a
- conservative estimate I should think I ought to scoop in four or five thousand
- pounds the first year. That, of course, is before the business really starts to
- expand. "
-
- "I see."
-
- "When I get going properly, with a dozen assistants under me and an organised
- establishment, I shall begin to touch the big money. What I'm aiming at is a
- sort of Dogs' College out in the country somewhere. Big place with a lot of
- ground. Regular classes with a set curriculum. Large staff, each member of it
- with so many dogs under his care, me looking on and superintending. Why, once
- the thing starts moving it'll run itself, and all I have to will be to sit back
- and endorse the cheques. It isn't as if I would have to confine my operations
- to England. The demand for performing dogs is universal throughout the
- civilised world. America wants performing dogs. Australia wants performing
- dogs. Africa could do with a few, I've no doubt. My aim, laddie, is gradually
- to get a monopoly of the trade. I want everybody who needs a performing dog of
- any description to come automatically to me. And I'll tell you what, laddie, if
- you like to put up a bit of capital, I'll let you in on the ground floor."
-
- "No, thanks."
-
- "All right. Have it your own way. Only don't forget that there was a fellow who
- put nine hundred dollars into the Ford Car business when it was starting and he
- collected a cool forty million. I say, is that clock right? Great Scott! I'll
- be missing my train. Help me mobilise these dashed animals. "
-
- Five minutes later, accompanied by the six Pekingese and bearing about him a
- pound of my tobacco, three pairs of my socks and the remains of a bottle of
- whisky, Ukridge departed in a taxi-cab for Charing Cross Station to begin his
- life-work.
-
- -- (end extract) --
-
- More later, perhaps. Gotta run. Ukridge fans, stand up and be counted.
-
- -kannan
-