And speaking of streets, in a generic sort of way, here is a wonderful/terrible poem by one
Hamish Beamish, titled “Streets”
‘Streets!
Grim, relentless, sordid streets!
Miles of poignant streets,
East, West, North,
And stretching starkly South;
Sad, hopeless, dismal, cheerless, chilling
Streets!‘
The poem and Hamish Beamish are the creations of PG. Wodehouse
in the novel 1927 The Small Bachelor, a novelization of a 1917 musical,
“Oh, Lady, Lady!” although a quick look at the cast list of that musical reveals
no such character as Hamish Beamish.
Elsewhere
in the novel Molly Sigsbee tells her
father about a wedding proposal she’s received.
"Well, anyway, we walked around for a while, looking at the
animals, and suddenly he asked me to marry him outside the cage of the Siberian
yak."
Hilarity, of course, ensues.
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