When Wilde met his match

The Oldie - - READERS' LETTERS -

SIR: On read­ing Post­cards from the Edge (Au­gust is­sue), I thought I’d men­tion my grand­mother who worked many years ago as chief book­keeper for the East­bourne Ho­tel. At one time she had Os­car Wilde and Lord Bosie stay­ing there. Wilde seemed very re­luc­tant to pay his ho­tel bill; so grand­mother went over to ask him to set­tle his ac­count.

Flour­ish­ing his hands he said, ‘Out of my way, mere wo­man.’ My grand­mother was so in­censed that she trot­ted over in her black, laced-up, heeled boots, lifted her leg and stamped as hard as she could on his foot. Ouch! As she was very tiny and five foot noth­ing, it was quite an achieve­ment. There was noth­ing Wilde could do about it and the bill was promptly paid. Sweet ret­ri­bu­tion!

I don’t know about Bosie be­ing a very un­pleas­ant per­son, but one is in­clined to have some doubts about Wilde. Prim­rose Hughes, Queens­land, Aus­tralia

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