the Rev. William Plomer

Also called The vicar, William Plomer, Mr Plomer, the Reverend What-ever-he-was-called

The vicar and school governor who was to give the prizes but is laid up.

Connections

dealings

is stood in for by Gussie Fink-Nottle 1
is a governor of Market Snodsbury Grammar School 1
withdraws from the prize-giving^✦︎ 1
withdraws from the prizes^✦︎ 1

Talked about, but not there

Bertie crawls home from Pongo's party after four and is barely asleep when Jeeves announces Aunt Dahlia, who storms into the bedroom.Chapters 3–6, Bertie's flat, as The vicar
A tight Gussie heckles the headmaster, makes a rambling speech about a beautiful world, ridicules Uncle Tom and Bertie, and hands out prizes until he accuses G. G. Simmons of cheating and Bertie flees.Chapter 17, the Great Hall, as William Plomer

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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

Half a minute later I was shaking hands with the fattest man I have ever seen in my life.Jeeves in the Spring-Time, A. Wallis Mills, The Strand Magazine, December 1921

Before I knew what was happening, the girl had darted at me, kissed me, and legged it from the room.Aunt Agatha Takes the Count, A. Wallis Mills, The Strand Magazine, April 1922

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

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.

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

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.

He sprang forward, trod on the golf-ball, and took one of the finest tasses I have ever witnessed.

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.