There appear to be the makings of a financier about Comrade Jellicoe.
Very probably, but for young West, Jellicoe would have gone under.
"Greatly interested," replied Mr. Jellicoe, with more animation than I had thought possible in his wooden face.
What Jellicoe must have suffered then no one will ever know.
Fortunately for England and her Empire, Jellicoe came up again—but his silver medal did not.
Little Miss Jellicoe grew impatient: “Oh, do try and get her out!”
Nor did Admiral Jellicoe indulge in any false expectations concerning the future.
Jellicoe, with his superior speed, could have closed had he deemed it wise.
I once asked Admiral Jellicoe who was the real inventor of this annihilating missile.
Jellicoe was profuse in his thanks, and disappeared in a cloud of gratitude.