Uncle Podger

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Dear Dhananjayan ji,

Ha..Ha...I enjoyed it a lot. :=) I am posting it below for all to enjoy.

Love and regards,

Sreenadh

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Uncle Podger

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You never saw such a commotion up and down a house, in all your life, as when my

Uncle Podger undertook to do a job. A picture would have come home from the

frame-maker's, and be standing in the dining-room, waiting to be put up; and

Aunt Podger would ask what was to be done with it, and Uncle Podger would say:

 

" Oh, you leave that to me. Don't you, any of you, worry yourselves about that.

I'll do all that. "

 

And then he would take off his coat, and begin. He would send the girl out for

sixpen'orth of nails, and then one of the boys after her to tell her what size

to get; and, from that, he would gradually work down, and start the whole house.

 

" Now you go and get me my hammer, Will, " he would shout; " and you bring me the

rule, Tom; and I shall want the step-ladder, and I had better have a

kitchen-chair, too; and, Jim! you run round to Mr. Goggles, and tell him, 'Pa's

kind regards, and hopes his leg's better; and will he lend him his

spirit-level?' And don't you go, Maria, because I shall want somebody to hold me

the light; and when the girl comes back, she must go out again for a bit of

picture-cord; and Tom!—where's Tom?—Tom, you come here; I shall want you to hand

me up the picture. "

 

And then he would lift up the picture, and drop it, and it would come out of the

frame, and he would try to save the glass, and cut himself; and then he would

spring round the room, looking for his handkerchief. He could not find his

handkerchief, because it was in the pocket of the coat he had taken off, and he

did not know where he had put the coat, and all the house had to leave off

looking for his tools, and start looking for his coat; while he would dance

round and hinder them.

 

" Doesn't anybody in the whole house know where my coat is? I never came across

such a set in all my life—upon my word I didn't. Six of you!—and you can't find

a coat that I put down not five minutes ago! Well, of all the— "

 

Then he'd get up, and find that he had been sitting on it, and would call out:

 

" Oh, you can give it up! I've found it myself now. Might just as well ask the

cat to find anything as expect you people to find it. "

 

And, when half an hour had been spent in tying up his finger, and a new glass

had been got, and the tools, and the ladder, and the chair, and the candle had

been brought, he would have another go, the whole family, including the girl and

the charwoman, standing round in a semi-circle, ready to help. Two people would

have to hold the chair, and a third would help him up on it, and hold him there,

and a fourth would hand him a nail, and a fifth would pass him up the hammer,

and he would take hold of the nail, and drop it.

 

" There! " he would say, in an injured tone, " now the nail's gone. "

 

And we would all have to go down on our knees and grovel for it, while he would

stand on the chair, and grunt, and want to know if he was to be kept there all

the evening.

 

The nail would be found at last, but by that time he would have lost the hammer.

 

" Where's the hammer? What did I do with the hammer? Great heavens! Seven of you,

gaping round there, and you don't know what I did with the hammer! "

 

We would find the hammer for him, and then he would have lost sight of the mark

he had made on the wall, where the nail was to go in, and each of us had to get

up on the chair, beside him, and see if we could find it; and we would each

discover it in a different place, and he would call us all fools, one after

another, and tell us to get down. And he would take the rule, and re-measure,

and find that he wanted half thirty-one and three-eighths inches from the

corner, and would try to do it in his head, and go mad.

 

And we would all try to do it in our heads, and all arrive at different results,

and sneer at one another. And in the general row, the original number would be

forgotten, and Uncle Podger would have to measure it again.

 

He would use a bit of string this time, and at the critical moment, when the old

fool was leaning over the chair at an angle of forty-five, and trying to reach a

point three inches beyond what was possible for him to reach, the string would

slip, and down he would slide on to the piano, a really fine musical effect

being produced by the suddenness with which his head and body struck all the

notes at the same time.

 

And Aunt Maria would say that she would not allow the children to stand round

and hear such language.

 

At last, Uncle Podger would get the spot fixed again, and put the point of the

nail on it with his left hand, and take the hammer in his right hand. And, with

the first blow, he would smash his thumb, and drop the hammer, with a yell, on

somebody's toes.

 

Aunt Maria would mildly observe that, next time Uncle Podger was going to hammer

a nail into the wall, she hoped he'd let her know in time, so that she could

make arrangements to go and spend a week with her mother while it was being

done.

 

" Oh! you women, you make such a fuss over everything, " Uncle Podger would reply,

picking himself up. " Why, I like doing a little job of this sort. "

 

And then he would have another try, and, at the second blow, the nail would go

clean through the plaster, and half the hammer after it, and Uncle Podger be

precipitated against the wall with force nearly sufficient to flatten his nose.

 

Then we had to find the rule and the string again, and a new hole was made; and,

about midnight, the picture would be up—very crooked and insecure, the wall for

yards round looking as if it had been smoothed down with a rake, and everybody

dead beat and wretched—except Uncle Podger.

 

" There you are, " he would say, stepping heavily off the chair on to the

charwoman's corns, and surveying the mess he had made with evident pride. " Why,

some people would have had a man in to do a little thing like that! "

 

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, Dhananjayan Brahma

<abhanaya wrote:

>

> Pranams,

>

> At times we would have seen that some one being more hyper-active, make things

pell-mell as in the following story:

> http://www3.shropshire-cc.gov.uk/extracts/E000238a.htm

> Uncle Podger attempts to hang a picture, creating general chaos in the

process. ...

> I always wonder how such persons horoscope would look like?I think it be

retrograde planets in lagna ...  Can some body could throw certain examples of

such cshana pithans' horoscopes.

>

> Regards/Dhananjayan