Bertie's Theosophist cousin

Also called a cousin who’s what they call a Theosophist, Theosophist

A cousin of Bertie's who is a Theosophist and has nearly managed to dematerialise.

In each book 2 books

In My Man Jeeves
A cousin of Bertie's who is a Theosophist and has nearly managed to dematerialise.
In Carry On, Jeeves
A cousin of Bertie's who claims nearly to have mastered dematerialization.

Connections

dealings

is cousin of Bertie Wooster 2

Talked about, but not there

My Man Jeeves 1 scene

Corky brings his fiancée Muriel Singer to ask how to break the news to his uncle, and Jeeves proposes that she 'write' a children's bird book dedicated to Worple, at Bertie's expense.Chapter 1, Bertie's New York flat, as a cousin

Carry On, Jeeves 1 scene

Jeeves proposes a ghostwritten bird book to win Worple’s approval of Muriel, with Bertie paying for it.Chapter 2, Bertie's New York flat, as a cousin who’s what they call a Theosophist

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WHAT HO !' I SAID. " WHAT HO!' SAID MOTTYJeeves and the Unbidden Guest, Alfred Leete, The Strand Magazine, March 1917

HE HAD THE ASPECT OF ONE WHO HAD BEEN SOAKED WITH WHAT THE NEWS- PAPER CHAPPIES CALL ' SOME BLUNT INSTRU- MENT. • ..Jeeves and the Hard-Boiled Egg, Alfred Leete, The Strand Magazine, August 1917

READ THIS, BERTIE!The Aunt and the Sluggard, Alfred Leete, The Strand Magazine, August 1916

Mabel," said Bingo, ' this is Bertie Wooster, a pal of mine.Jeeves in the Spring-Time, A. Wallis Mills, The Strand Magazine, December 1921

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Before I knew what was happening, the girl had darted at me, kissed me, and legged it from the room.

Oh, Bertie, you are funny!

Tell me, Bertie, is Mr. Little at all weak in the head? I don't mean simply because he's a friend of yours.

What the devil are you talking about ? "* "I'm reading you my poem. The one I wrote to Cynthia last night.

Long?" I said. " Why, my goodness! You don't call that Brotherly Love sermon of yours long, do you?

Good Lord, Jeeves!" I said. "What on earth's that?" "Mr. Little sent it to me, sir, and desired me to bring it to your notice.

There was the dickens of a painful scene. The old boy nearly got apoplexy. Called her an impostor. They both started talking at the top of their voices.

What are you doing here?" " I'm tidying your room. It's my last Saturday's act of kindness.

We are all waiting for you in the large schoolroom." "But I don't know a bit what to talk about." "Why, anything, Mr. Wooster. Be bright—bright and amusing.

Bertie, said Bingo, "how is Jeeves's brain these days?" "Fairly strong on the wing, I fancy. How is the grey matter, Jeeves?

Before I knew what I was doing I had begun the climb for life.

Bertie," said Aunt Dahlia, firmly, " you will sing 'Sonny Boy' on Tuesday, the third prox., or may an aunt's curse-

I don't know what the record is for popping out and buying aniseed, but I should think I hold it.

He waved the cigarette at me in what I considered a dashed patronizing manner.

In mourning?" she asked, eyeing the trouserings. "Rather natty, aren't they?" I said, following her gaze.

HIS WHOLE APPEARANCE SEEMED TO CALL ALOUD TO ANY RIGHT-MINDED BOY TO LURE HIM INTO A QUIET SPOT AND INFLICT VIOLENCE UPON HIM.

What I want," I said, "is petrol." "What you'll get," said the bloke, "is a thick ear.

My friend, Bertie Wooster," said Tuppy to the girl, in what seemed to me rather an apologetic manner. You know—as if he would have preferred to hush me up.