Captain Nicholas S. Wenthworth never shied away from confrontation. However, much to the chagrin of his shipmates and the delight of ladies of gentle society, the Captain had a bit of a soft side. There wasn’t a night of fisticuffs that he didn’t follow up with a hand written note of apology and an invitation to enjoy a pint (or two) of ale. This was how, much to his chagrin, he became known as the “Velvet Scrapper.”
Of course, it was the Captain’s older brother, Professor Wentworth, who took the greatest joy in using this embarrassing moniker. After all, the Professor reasoned when he was outside the Captain’s reach, the Velvet Scrapper is only befitting of the boy who once enjoyed decorating his dog with flowers while wearing camouflage galoshes.
I love when you tell “snapshot stories” with your pictures. I also think you may have two of the most fantastic little kids – and their futures sound pretty interesting so far!
So sweet, I am with Dorothy and the flowers, galoshes and golf club are aces.
Jules,
I must say that you are a gifted writer…even a short story such as this brings great joy to me when I read it.
Thank you for sharing your talents and I look forward to hearding more about the “Velvet Scrapper” in future installments!
Thank you.
I love how he looks like an old time golfer. When I first glanced at this photo I thought he was wear argyle socks and knickers!
Doesn’t he? I think that’s what got my mind going.
I do so love your tales …
JOLLY good, ole chap!