This is what happens when you have material written by refined, cucumber sandwich-eating fellows (with a particularly wry, English nod to Low Church sensibilities), as opposed to swaggering, spittoon-brandishing Colonials*.
(Facetious? Sure. Accurate? Yup!)
*One of the three 'C's we must humour here--the others being 'Convicts' and 'Continentals'.
Stew.