Sally never would have guessed a fortune could prove such a disadvantage, until she had one.... this explains why she agrees to back a show written by her fiance Gerald and staged by her brother, Fillmore. It seems like a good idea at the time ... but when Ginger Kemp, a rather hopeless, charming young man offers not-very-glad tidings about Gerald, the Wodehouse fun really starts. Sally soon finds that life in New York has becoming altogether too thorny, and a trip to England can only make the whole state of affairs worse.

The Swoop! tells of the simultaneous invasion of England by several armies and features references to many well-known figures of the day, among them the politician Herbert Gladstone, novelist Edgar Wallace, actor-managers Seymour Hicks and George Edwardes, and the boxer Bob Fitzsimmons.

Written to celebrate the author's ninety-first birthday - a flawless piece of classic comic writing. What happened to Monty Bodkin's love for Hockey International Gertrude Butterwick? His year in Hollywood completed, he leaves behind his heartbroken secretary, Sandy Miller, and arrives in London to claim his Amazon's had. However, teh Bodkin road to happiness is arduous, and pitfalled through and through

Prince Rudolf's valet falls in love with a pretty voice over the telephone, invites his charmer to his master's first-floor apartment, and then, naturally, puts off his livery and becomes a Prince.

Right Ho, Jeeves is a novel by P. G. Wodehouse, the second full-length novel featuring the popular characters Jeeves and Bertie Wooster, after Thank You, Jeeves. It also features a host of other recurring Wodehouse characters, and is mostly set at Brinkley Court, the home of Bertie's Aunt Dahlia. It was first published in the United Kingdom on October 5, 1934 by Herbert Jenkins, London, and in the United States on October 15, 1934 by Little, Brown and Company, Boston, under the title Brinkley Manor. Before being published as a book, it had been sold to the Saturday Evening Post, in which it...

-I say, laddie - said Archie. -Sir?- replied the desk-clerk alertly. All the employes of the Hotel Cosmopolis were alert. It was one of the things on which Mr. Daniel Brewster, the proprietor, insisted. And as he was always wandering about the lobby of the hotel keeping a personal eye on affairs, it was never safe to relax. -I want to see the manager.- -Is there anything I could do, sir?- Archie looked at him doubtfully. -Well, as a matter of fact, my dear old desk-clerk, - he said, -I want to kick up a fearful row, and it hardly seems fair to lug you into it. Why you, I mean to say? The...