P. G. Wodehouse Short Stories Bibliography - Drones Clubs / Eggs, Beans and Crumpets

Drones Clubs / Eggs, Beans and Crumpets

A subset of the Drones Club stories are those told by "Eggs, Beans and Crumpets":

  • "Fate" (Young Men in Spats, 1936)
  • "Tried in the Furnace" (Young Men in Spats, 1936)
  • "Trouble Down at Tudsleigh" (Young Men in Spats, 1936)
  • "The Amazing Hat Mystery" (Young Men in Spats, 1936)
  • "Goodbye to All Cats" (Young Men in Spats, 1936)
  • "The Luck of the Stiffhams" (Young Men in Spats, 1936)
  • "Noblesse Oblige" (Young Men in Spats, 1936)
  • "Uncle Fred Flits By" (Young Men in Spats, 1936)
  • "The Masked Troubadour" (Lord Emsworth and Others, 1936) - (later recycled as non-Drones story "Reggie and the Greasy Bird")
  • "All's Well with Bingo" (Eggs, Beans and Crumpets, 1940)
  • "Bingo and the Peke Crisis" (Eggs, Beans and Crumpets, 1940)
  • "The Editor Regrets" (Eggs, Beans and Crumpets, 1940)
  • "Sonny Boy" (Eggs, Beans and Crumpets, 1940)

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