“The usual Jeeves story is as follows: Bertie gets in hot water, goes bleating to Jeeves, who brings to bear his infinite sagacity to rescue his master. While doing so, he also extracts a victory of sorts — making Bertie give up something — now a jacket, now a tie, another time his moustache! The story ends with a restored Bertie Wooster calling for a restorative brandy and soda, only to find the effects already at his elbow. Jeeves is perfect.

Unsuitable romantic dalliances are one thing, calling for no more than minor strictures as above, but a permanent change in the status-quo is a different matter altogether. In such instances, Jeeves can be ruthless, as when Wooster contemplates having his sister and her three daughters move in with him (“it will be nice to hear the pitter-patter of little feet about the place, Jeeves“, or words to that effect). Jeeves realizes that immediate and salutary measures are called for. In an unforgettable episode (the only one written in Jeeves’ hand rather than Wooster’s), he puts Bertie before an audience of schoolgirls, from which Wooster emerges a chastened man, cured of his illusions about how charming the young ladies are.

Something similar occurred last month, when Sen. Bertie Wooster (D-IL) was asked about a ripe idea (assumed, naturally, to have emanated from Jeeves). Instead of paying tribute to the great man (“from the collar upward, he stands alone” would have been mot juste), he instead chose to take the tack of I was reluctantly compelled to hand the misguided blighter the mitten……”

Read the rest at Niranjan Ramakrishna’s blogogram.

My Comment (posted at blogogram):

Hey Niranjan –

Good piece. Barack as Bertie, I’ll let fly. But Jeremiah is not Jeeves. He’s some one much more tyrannical and pompous. I’d say, Sir Roderick Spode.

For those who don’t know Wodehouse, here’s a profile of Spode from wiki:

“Spode….. marches his followers around London and the countryside, preaching loudly to the public on the dissoluteness of modern society until a heckler hits him in the eye with a potato….”

And how does Jeeves deflate Spode?

“Before Spode inherited the title of Earl of Sidcup from his uncle, he made a living as the “founder and proprietor of the emporium in Bond Street known as Eulalie Soeurs”, a famed designer of ladies’ lingerie.[1] Out of embarrassment, Spode had long attempted to keep his ownership of the business a secret, though Jeeves discovered the fact in the Junior Ganymede Club’s official Book, where one of Spode’s former valets had inscribed it. In The Code of the Woosters, this discovery allowed Bertie to threaten Spode with public embarrassment and prevent being coshed: as Bertie says, “You can’t be a successful Dictator and design women’s underclothing. One or the other. Not both.” Indeed, whenever Bertie mentions the name “Eulalie” throughout the book, Spode instantly becomes meek and acquiescing….”