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Updated: June 29, 2025
Sam Hupp was there, T.A. Buck, Hopper, who was to be with him in Chicago for the first few weeks, three or four of the younger men in the office, frankly envious and heartily congratulatory. They followed him to his train, all laughter and animation. "If this train doesn't go in two minutes," said Jock, "I'll get scared and chuck the whole business.
But fancy our astonishment when, suddenly, this Sarmatian horse-tamer, coming round with his four pair at a canter, and being opposite our box, gave a start, and a hupp! which made all his horses stop stock-still at an instant. "Albert!" screamed my dear Jemmy: "Albert! Bahbahbah baron!"
Now, why did I write weeks ago that I would like to witness an encounter between Jane and Henrietta! I didn't mean it, but I got it! Without ruffling a hair or changing color Jane stepped out of the Hupp and faced the foe. Henrietta is a tiny scrap of a woman, intense in a wild, beautiful, almost hunted kind of way, and she is so thin that it makes my heart ache.
It came to me when I first heard that the Grieblers were going to broaden out. It's a real idea. I'm sure of that. I've worked it out in detail. Mr. Hupp himself said it Why, I've got the actual copy. And it's new. Absolutely. It never " "Trot it out!" shouted Ben Griebler. "I'd like to see one idea anyway, around this shop." "McChesney," said Bartholomew Berg, not raising his voice.
Eat it, if necessary; learn it somehow." Jock stood up, a little dazed. "But, what! How? I mean " Sam Hupp glanced up at him. "Sending you down there isn't my idea. It's the Old Man's. He's got an idea that you " He paused and put a detaining hand on Jock McChesney's arm. "Look here. You think I know a little something about advertising, don't you?" "You!" laughed Jock.
But I'm not such a come-on as to hand you half a million or so and get a promise in return. I want your plans, and I want 'em in full." A little exclamation broke from Sam Hupp. He checked it, but not before Berg's curiously penetrating pale blue eyes had glanced up at him, and away again. "I've told you, Mr.
Sam Hupp's next words brought him back to reality with a jerk. "I think you have to change at Buffalo. It gets you to Tonawanda in the morning. Rotten train." "Tonawanda!" repeated Jock. "Now listen, kid." Sam Hupp leaned forward, and his eyes behind their great round black-rimmed glasses were intent on Jock. "I'm not going to try to steer you. You think that advertising is a game. It isn't.
That alert gentleman was signaling him frantically with head and wagging finger. Jock crossed the big room to Hupp's side. The two moved off to a window at the far end. "Give heed to your Unkie," said Sam Hupp, talking very rapidly, very softly, and out of one corner of his mouth. "This Griebler's looking for an advertising manager. He's as pig-headed as a a well, as a pig, I suppose.
She put out her hand in much the same manner as Sam Hupp had used. "Good luck to you. I'll have to ask you to go now.
Can't you get an ordinary man model and fake the Greek god beauty?" "Yes but it'll look faked. If I could lay my hands on a chap who could wear clothes as if they belonged to him " Hupp rose. "Here's your man," he cried, with a snap of his fingers. "Clothes! Look at him. He invented 'em. Why, you could photograph him and he'd look like a drawing."
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