..... equals ten short stories by that flip of the limpest wrist master and displays some confused clubsters and the problems that their fellow members present. Amour is toujours -- when it isn't a spot of the old bite from the races or gambling -- and it takes a bit of do from all those helping (bumbling?) hands to unstiff lovers' tiffs, or straighten out the Clarissas, Angelas, Hermiones and Merions from the Oswalds, Augustuses, Dudleys -- and sometimes to part the Ooofys from the coin of the realm. There's a nasty tangle over wrestling, a temper held which is better unleashed, some golf, a plentitude of broken engagements (which need not end up in the same place when splinted), -- and all the diddle, diddle dumplings come out on the brighter side. But isn't it always Wodehouse time?