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Updated: June 29, 2025
You knew when Milly Glaenzer changed the baby buggy for a go-cart. The youngest Hupp boy Sammy who was graduated from High School in June, is driving A. J. Dawes's automobile now. My goodness, how time flies! Doeppler's grocery has put in plate-glass windows, and they're getting out-of-season vegetables every day now from Milwaukee.
Involuntarily Jock turned to follow the direction of his eyes. "Busy?" said a voice from the doorway. "Come in, Dutch! Come in!" boomed Hupp. The man who entered was of the sort that the boldest might well hesitate to address as "Dutch" a tall, slim, elegant figure, Van-dyked, bronzed. "McChesney, this is Von Herman, head of our art department." Their hands met in a brief clasp.
The severe little man was mitigated, and condescended to say, "Rab, ma man, puir Rabbie!" whereupon the stump of a tail rose up, the ears were cocked, the eyes filled, and were comforted; the two friends were reconciled. "Hupp!" and a stroke of the whip were given to Jess; and off went the three.
Von Herman's thoughts were evidently elsewhere. "Just wanted to tell you that that cussed model's skipped out. Gone with a show. Just when I had the whole series blocked out in my mind. He was a wonder. No brains, but a marvel for looks and style. These people want real stuff. Don't know how I'm going to give it to them now." Hupp sat up. "Got to!" he snapped. "Campaign's late, as it is.
Hupp's been crazy to make Featherlooms famous." "But look here, son. I want a hand in that copy. I know Featherlooms better than your Sam Hupp will ever " Jock shook his head. "They won't stand for that, Mother. It never works. The manufacturer always thinks he can write magic stuff because he knows his own product. But he never can. You see, he knows too much. That's it. No perspective."
It was the first time that he had omitted the prefix. "You just bet I'm back." There flashed across Sam Hupp's face a curious little look. The next instant it was gone. "Well," said Jock, and took a long breath. "Mr. Berg wants to see you." Hupp plunged into his work. "Me? The Old Man wants to see me?" "Yes," snapped Hupp shortly. Then, in a new tone, "Look here, son.
"Shut up!" growled Sam Hupp, good-humoredly. "Stay in this game long enough and you'll be a hairless wonder yourself. Ten years ago the girls used to have to tie their hands or wear mittens to keep from running their white fingers through my waving silken locks. Sit down a minute." Jock reached forward and took up a jar of cream. He frowned in thought. Then: "Thought I recognized this stuff.
He was unbelievably boyish looking to command the fabulous salary reported to be his. Advertising men, mentioning his name, pulled a figurative forelock as they did so. Near Mrs. McChesney sat Sam Hupp, he of the lightning brain and the sure-fire copy. Emma McChesney, strangely silent, kept her eyes intent on the faces of the others.
The busy pencil paused, quivered in the making of a final period, enclosed the dot in a proofreader's circle, and rolled away across the desk, its work done. "Now," said Sam Hupp, and swung around, smiling, to face the affronted Jock. "I had to get that out. They're waiting for it." He pressed a desk button. "What can I do for you? Sit down, sit down."
Hupp returned the stare with a faint gleam of amusement shining behind the absurd glasses. The amused look changed to surprise as he beheld the glare in Jock's eyes fading. For even as he glared there had come a warning to Jock a warning sent just in time from that wireless station located in his subconscious mind. A vivid face, full of pride, and hope, and encouragement flashed before him.
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