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224 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1936

"It began to seem to Pongo that with any luck he might be able to keep the old blister pottering harmlessly about here till nightfall, when he could shoot a bit of dinner into him and put him to bed. And as Lord Ickenham had specifically stated that his wife, Pongo's Aunt Jane, had expressed her intention of scalping him with a blunt knife if he wasn't back at the Hall by lunchtime on the morrow, it really looked as if he might get through this visit without perpetrating a single major outrage on the public weal. It is rather interesting to note that as he thought this Pongo smiled, because it was the last time he smiled that day." (174)This collection of relatively early stories centers on various members of the Drones Club, as they recount tales of their own and others' shenanigans and misfortunes. Of note is that Uncle Fred makes his appearance here for the first time. I didn't love all of the stories, but most of them were entertaining enough and a couple of them quite good, particularly Uncle Fred Flits By, from which I quote above.
When it comes to wooing, it’s half the battle to get a line on the adored object’s favourite literature. Mug it up and decant an excerpt or two and she is looking on you as a kindred soul and is all over you. Next moment Freddie was hareing off for a Collected Works of Tennyson. Relieved, because, girls being what they are, it might easily have been Shelley or even Browning.
Tennyson is soppy. Don’t you think his girls are awful blisters?
I don’t know if you happen to know what the word ‘excesses’ means, but those are what Pongo’s Uncle Fred from the country, when in London, invariably commits.