My Man Jeeves

My Man Jeeves - P. G. Wodehouse - you knowis really a most extraordinary chap. So capable. Honestly, I shouldn't know what to do without him. On broader lines he's like those chappies who sit peering sadly over the marble battlements at the Pennsylvania Station in the place marked "e;Inquiries."e; You know the Johnnies I mean. You go up to them and say: "e;When's the next train for Melonsquashville, Tennessee?"e; and they reply, without stopping to think, "e;Two-forty-three, track ten, change at San Francisco."e; And they're right every time. Well, Jeeves gives you just the same impression of omniscience.As an instance of what I mean, I remember meeting Monty Byng in Bond Street one morning, looking the last word in a grey check suit, and I felt I should never be happy till I had one like it. I dug the address of the tailors out of him, and had them working on the thing inside the hour."e;Jeeves,"e; I said that evening. "e;I'm getting a check suit like that one of Mr. Byng's."e;"e;Injudicious, sir,"e; he said firmly. "e;It will not become you."e;"e;What absolute rot! It's the soundest thing I've struck for years."e;"e;Unsuitable for you, sir."e;Well, the long and the short of it was that the confounded thing came home, and I put it on, and when I caught sight of myself in the glass I nearly swooned. Jeeves was perfectly right. I looked a cross between a music-hall comedian and a cheap bookie. Yet Monty had looked fine in absolutely the same stuff. These things are just Life's mysteries, and that's all there is to it.- Taken from "e;My Man Jeeves"e; written by P. G. Wodehouse