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BUBBLE and SQUEAK

... Bt/BB/JL ml SOME years ago the novelist, Louis Bromfield, was employed by Samuel Goldwyn. He was given a sumptuous office, a gorgeous secretary and was paid a fabulous salary. But he was given no work. For weeks he sat around, drawing his pay, but doing absolutely nothing. Finally, he became fed up with this life of luxury. Breathing fire, he barged into Goldwyn's office. 44 See here, Mr. ...

Published: Wednesday 25 June 1947
Newspaper: The Tatler
County: London, England
Type: Article | Words: 466 | Page: Page 21 | Tags: Fiction/Narrative 

BUBBLE & SQUEAK: Stories from Everywhere

... BUBBLE SQUEAK Stories from Everywhere Two golfers were annoyed by a slow couple in front of them. At one hole there was a particularly long wait. One of the offending couple dawdled on the fairway, while his companion searched industriously in the rough. At length the waiting couple on the tee could contain their impatience no longer. Why don't you help your friend to find his ball? she ...

Published: Wednesday 12 December 1945
Newspaper: The Tatler
County: London, England
Type: Article | Words: 299 | Page: Page 30 | Tags: Fiction/Narrative 

Cocrtails to Port

... C^ocLtailf to Port THE playwright, dining with the producer, was describing en thusiastically an idea for a play. He talked and talked. The producer went on eating his soup and finally, glancing at the playwright's untouched plate, said: You'd better eat your soup before your conversation gets cold. First Recruit 'Ere, Alf, I've lorst a lice Second Recruit Well, wot yer grutnblin' for Y'orta ...

Bubble and Squeak: Stories from Everywhere

... Stories from Everywhere PETERBOROUGH in the Daily Telegraph tells this story: A special constable was on duty in the City. Soon after the sirens went he noticed an incendiary bomb on the Bank of England. He rang the bell. A perfectly attired flunkey opened the door. The constable said Do you know that there is an incendiary on your roof I thank you, sir, replied the flunkey. Then, turning ...

BUBBLE and SQUEAK

... --r BUBBLE mJ SQu&^K- A MAN who had a delusion that he was a dog spent some long time in a mental hospital. At last the day came when he was discharged as cured. As he left the hospital, he ran into an old friend who expressed his pleasure at seeing him about again. 44 You 're looking absolutely in the pink, old man, the friend told him. 44 1 am in the pink, answered the late inmate. 44 ...

Published: Wednesday 13 August 1947
Newspaper: The Tatler
County: London, England
Type: Article | Words: 522 | Page: Page 21 | Tags: Fiction/Narrative 

THE FORTUNATE GIFT

... By KAY HAMMOND-DAVIES. THERE was a commotion in Heaven. Did you remember the present tor that one? demanded the Chief Angel, as he leaned anxiously out to watch the perilous descent of the latest baby. He leaned out so far that he almost toppled over, and the Scapegrace Angel-- with his halo, as usual, set crooked on his head-- pulled him back only just in time. The other angels looked ...

Published: Wednesday 24 December 1947
Newspaper: The Sketch
County: London, England
Type: Article | Words: 1805 | Page: Page 26 | Tags: Fiction/Narrative 

MERRYMAY CASTLE

... * By MARY WALKER I WAS not surprised when the Merrymays invited me to their castle. They so inevitably would have a castle. They belonged, the three of them, to the world's natural royalty. Their hair was the royal, red-gold colour; their eyes curiously flecked with green and tawny; they had pale, pointed, Elizabethan faces, and long, narrow hands and feet. When they came to live at the house ...

Published: Wednesday 10 November 1948
Newspaper: The Sketch
County: London, England
Type: Article | Words: 1736 | Page: Page 26 | Tags: Fiction/Narrative 

THE WOMAN WHO PAID

... * By KATE THOMPSON. YOU'VE got the prettiest feet I've ever seen! He said it quite simply, just fact-stating, without impertinence, and she looked down at her long, slim nylons and the narrow calf sulkies that cased her pretty feet. Yes, she said agreeably. Aren't they Then she looked back with gentle meditation at the berg of ice-cream floating round the soda- straw in her glass. She sat ...

Published: Wednesday 14 April 1948
Newspaper: The Sketch
County: London, England
Type: Article | Words: 1512 | Page: Page 26 | Tags: Fiction/Narrative 

Bubble and Squeak: Stories From Everywhere

... Stories From Everywhere ANY complaints? asked the orderly officer, entering the mess room. Yessir, replied Private Biggs. They've all got bigger dinners than me! Well, said the orderly officer, smiling, they're all bigger lads than you, aren't they? Yessir, Biggs agreed, an' alius will be at this rate. The lady of the house had seen a tough looking follower coming to the back door and ...

Published: Wednesday 20 August 1941
Newspaper: The Tatler
County: London, England
Type: Article | Words: 667 | Page: Page 36 | Tags: Fiction/Narrative 

BUBBLE AND SQUEAK

... B U B B L E AKD SQUEAK AN Irishman found a dog occupying the only vacant seat in the bus. He turned to the conductor and said: What is the country coming to, when a dog can have a seat but a human being cannot! The conductor told the owner to remove the dog, which he did. The Irishman, after he had occupied the seat, forgot all about the incident, and tried to be friendly with the owner of ...

Published: Wednesday 23 October 1946
Newspaper: The Tatler
County: London, England
Type: Article | Words: 541 | Page: Page 20 | Tags: Fiction/Narrative 

BUBBLE and SQUEAK

... THE Scottish express thundered northwards through the night. Suddenly there was a grinding of brakes, and the train came to a standstill. Windows were dropped and in quiring faces appeared. The guard went down the length of the train, inquiring who had pulled the emergency chain. He came at length to a compartment where a dear old lady sat benignly. 1 hank you so much, she said, but you need ...

Published: Wednesday 06 November 1946
Newspaper: The Tatler
County: London, England
Type: Article | Words: 289 | Page: Page 22, 23 | Tags: Fiction/Narrative 

BUBBLE and SQUEAK

... SQuEAH A VERY small boy came dejectedly home from his first day at school. I'm not going to-morrow, he announced. 44 And why not challenged his mother. 44 Well, he replied, 44 1 can't read. I can't write. They won't let me talk. So what 's the use A MAN, very obviously in bad condition from the night before, stepped up tq a bar and muttered 44 Give give me something for a hang-over. 44 ...

Published: Wednesday 06 August 1947
Newspaper: The Tatler
County: London, England
Type: Article | Words: 412 | Page: Page 21 | Tags: Fiction/Narrative