Cream of the jug

A good many harsh things are likely to be said about this collection of humorous stories and I may as well get in first by saying a few of them right here. Not all of them are l...

Then Mr. Rogers said, "I may have something to say about that, young man." And I will explain that it is possible that old Mr. Rogers--whose house I am moving with my tractor--m...

Such were the meditations of Lord Emsworth as he reviewed the position of affairs. And though, as the days went by, he tried to tell himself that Angus McAllister was not the on...

In an age of rush and hurry like that of today, an age in which there are innumerable calls on the leisure time of everyone, it is possible that here and there throughout the ra...

They gathered in a close group and discussed ways and means. It was agreed that a roller of some kind would be needed to pass the rope over so it would not chafe through. Also s...

"'Well now,' says the old boy, 'that's a piece of luck that don't often happen to me, because I was figuring on how we're going to get the old bull back there--he's getting migh...

_Classics in Slang_ is a series of tales told by a prize fighter, One-Punch McTague, who has inherited a bookshop, conducted for him by an attractive young woman named Ethel Kin...

The last prisoner was a man--his masculinity was not much in evidence, it is true; he would perhaps better be described as a "person," but he undoubtedly came under that general...

She had been about to say handkerchief but as she looked at what she was holding her mouth fell open and she dropped the thing quickly on the table. It was a small black mask ab...

"Why, Phooey! I thought I'd packed you off to bed. What are you doing prowling around downstairs again? You don't go in for nocturnal melancholia, do you? I hope it isn't so bad...

He gave up the expedition and started back. Through one car--two, three. And then he began to have misgivings. What was the name of his car? Santa Clara? Middleditch? Marianola?...

"Yeh. Golla! she woul'n't dream of leavin' me go to see no Algiers dancin' girls a secon' time. Once was bad enough. So I an' Florian framed this story an' right away she says a...

Eddie restrained them. "When time comes fo' beatin' up that no-good ol' buzzard," he said, "I'se gwine he'p, an' he'p a-plenty. Any man which would do what he has done ain't wut...

He turned to a desk heaped high with manuscripts of plays whose fate had long since been sealed by the circumstance that Leonard produced nothing but his annual revue. He utiliz...

"Say!" Al Sands interrupted. "You don't know her or you wouldn't talk that way. _You_ may think she's an amateur and _I_ may think she's an amateur, but _she_ don't think so. Sh...

"Helen Halsey. Helen; that's her first name. She was engaged to a man in Boston. He was going to Tufts College. He was going to be a doctor. But he died. She still carries his p...