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Updated: July 8, 2025
They juke their heads forward to escape their collars' moist embrace; they reach their hands back of them to pull their clinging winter underwear away. They fan themselves with joggerfies, and puff out: "Phew!" and look pleadingly at the shut windows. One boy, bolder than his fellows, moans with a suffering lament: "Miss Daniels, cain't we have the windows open? It's awful hot!"
Suddenly a strange chill came over this idle, happy dream, and she opened her eyes with a start, Ugo's face fading away like a flash. The thought had rushed in like a stab from a dagger. Would Philip Quentin be there, and would he care? Would he care? "Th' juke sent his card up, sir," said Turk, his master was once more in his rooms at the Bellevue.
The only people we kept the matter from were our two daughters. Clare would have been too dreadfully upset by this raking up of the tragedy, and Jane could not, in her present state, be disturbed either. About three weeks after my visit to Amy Ayres, I had rather a trying meeting with that young clergyman, Mr. Juke, another of the children's rather queer Oxford friends.
Juke was demobilised early too, commenced clergyman again, got a job as curate in a central London parish, and lived in rooms in a slummy street. He and I saw a good deal of each other. One day in March, Juke and I were lunching together at the 1917 Club, when Johnny came in and joined us. He looked rather queer, and amused too. He didn't tell us anything till we were having coffee.
As, of course, parsons like Juke would be and are the first to admit. They say it aims so high that it's bound to fail, which is probably true. But that makes it pretty useless as a working human religion. Anyhow, I quite agree with Juke that it is comic to see poor little nonentities like Frank Potter caught in it, tangled up in it, and trying to get free and carry on as though it wasn't there.
Frank, discontented all the war because he couldn't get out to France without paying the price that Juke had paid, was satisfied with life for the moment, having just been given a fashionable and rich London living, where many hundreds weekly sat under him and heard him preach.
But she seemed to hate so many things now, poor child. I took her home, and that evening I told Percy about my interview with Mr. Juke. 'A libel action, said Percy, 'would be excellent. The very thing. But if he's guilty, he won't bring one. 'Anyhow, I said, 'I feel it is our duty not to let the affair drop. We owe it to poor dear Oliver.
There must be ten thousand like it in the city. A marble counter with perhaps five stools, a display case of cigars and a bigger one of candy, a few dozen girlie magazines hanging by clothespin-sort-of things from wire ropes along the wall. It has a couple of very small glass-topped tables under the magazines. And a juke I can't imagine a place like Chris's without a juke.
"Well, he'll have to vamose who is he?" "Englishman 'Walter Spotteswood Montgomery," consulting his book. "Hell of a pompous duck; the boys call him 'Juke Montgomery." "All right; send some one up to rout his lordship out lively."
"He said, 'Moses is a Disguised Juke!" "You mean Duke," said Moses. "Dost not the actors all call it Juke?" said she. That settled the matter. "I hav thought of this thing afore," said Moses, abstractedly. "If it is so, then thus it must be! 2 B or not 2 B! Which? Sow, sow! But enuff. O life! life!
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