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The Welcome back everyone to 1001 classic short stories and tales.

This is your host, John Hagadorn.

One of our most popular podcasts over the past few months have been those of P.J. Wodehouse,

who does the Jeeves stories and other similar stories.

We have a great one for you today.

This one is from his collection called Carry On Jeeves.

This story is called Jeeves takes charge.

And this is the story where Bernie first meets Jeeves.

Hope you enjoy it.

Now, touching this business of old Jeeves, my man, you know, how do we stand?

Lots of people think I'm much too dependent on him.

My aunt, Agatha, in fact, has even gone so far as to call him my keeper.

Well, what I say is, why not? The man's a genius. From the collar upward, he stands alone.

I gave up trying to run my own affairs within a week of his coming to me. That was about half a dozen years ago,

directly after the rather rummy business of Florence Cray, my uncle Willoughby's book, and Edwin,

the Boy Scout. The thing really began when I got back to Easeby, my uncle's place in Shropshire.

I was spending a week or so there, as I generally did in the summer,

and I had had to break my visit to come back to London to get a new valet. I had found at Meadows,

the fellow I had taken to ease be with me, sneaking my silk socks, a thing no bloke of spirit

could stick at any price. It transpiring, moreover, that he had looted a lot of other things here and there about the place.

I was reluctantly compelled to hand the misguided blighter the mitten and go to London

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