Judge, 1926-05-08 · page 5 of 36
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This page features "Why Jeeves!" by P.G. Wodehouse, illustrated by James Trembath. The story depicts a comedic interaction between Lord Slothering and his valet Jeeves in the evening hours. The humor centers on Jeeves's characteristic resourcefulness and refined manner. When Lord Slothering discovers it's past 2 a.m. and complains about the darkness, Jeeves produces whisky and soda from his pocket—a running joke about the valet's seemingly magical ability to produce exactly what's needed. The satire plays on the British class system: the aristocratic employer relies entirely on his servant's competence and discretion, while Jeeves maintains unflappable politeness despite his employer's bewilderment and occasional rudeness. The comedy derives from this reversal of expected authority and dependency within the master-servant relationship.
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