โ Scribed by P. G. Wodehouse
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"The man in the street would not have known it, but a great crisis was imminent in New York journalism. "Everything seemed much as usual in the city. The cars ran blithely on Broadway. Newsboys shouted 'Wux-try' into the ears of nervous pedestrians with their usual Caruso-like vim. Society passed up and down Fifth Avenue in its automobiles, and was there a furrow of anxiety upon Society's brow? None. At a thousand street corners a thousand policemen preserved their air of massive superiority to the things of this world. Not one of them showed the least sign of perturbation. Nevertheless, the crisis was at hand." The irrepressible Psmith is accompanying his fellow Cambridge student Mike to New York on a cricketing tour. Through high spirits and force of personality - well, you know how Psmith is - Psmith takes charge of a minor periodical, and becomes embroiled in a scandal involving slum landlords, boxers and gangsters! It's a roaring Wodehouse tale, replete with colorful characters, clever wordplay, and the sorts of retorts you wish you had at your command. And, rare for Wodehouse, a strong social conscience!
PG Wodehouse was born on the 15th October 1881 in Guildford, Surrey, England He was educated at Dulwich College between 1894 & 1900, and in 1900 he entered the employ of the Hong Kong & Shanghai bank at รโรยฃ80 per year. He began writing articles for various newspapers & periodicals In 1902 he resigned from the bank, and in the same year his 1st novel The Pothunters was published. 'Plum' then wrote many highly successful novels as well as musicals, and in 1929 he signed a contract to work as a screenwriter in Hollywood After several years in Britain, he moved back to to the USA permanently. [HTML_REMOVED]In 1974 his last complete novel Aunts aren't Gentlemen was published, and in 1975 he was knighted by the Queen. [HTML_REMOVED]On the 14th Feb 1975 Plum died in hospital "after a good morning's work on his latest novel"
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The man in the street would not have known it, but a great crisis was imminent in New York journalism. Everything seemed much as usual in the city. The cars ran blithely on Broadway. Newsboys shouted "Wux-try!" into the ears of nervous pedestrians with their usual Caruso-like vim. Society passed up