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The severe little man was mitigated, and condescended to say, "Rab, my 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.
But it'll be an awfully expensive course. Now, Hupp, let's go over this Kalamazoo account. That'll be all, McChesney." Jock turned without a word. He walked quickly through the outer office, into the great main room. There he stopped at the switchboard. "Er Miss Grimes," he said, smiling charmingly. "Where's this Mr. Griebler, of St. Louis, stopping; do you know?"
"You're the guy who put the whitening in the Great White Way. Everybody knows you were the " "M-m-m, thanks," interrupted Sam Hupp, a little dryly. "Let me tell you something, young 'un. I've got what you might call a thirty-horse-power mind. I keep it running on high all the time, with the muffler cut out, and you can hear me coming for miles.
If it's what you think it is he'll see it quicker than any other human being, and he'll probably fall on your neck and invest you in royal robes and give you a mahogany desk all your own." "Oh, what's the good!" retorted Jock disgustedly. "This Griebler has an appointment at the office to-morrow. He'll be closeted with the Old Man. They'll call in Hupp. But never a plan will they reveal.
I practically rewrote the Gridiron play that we gave last year, and I was assistant advertising manager of the college publications for two years. That gives a fellow a pretty broad knowledge of advertising." "Oh, Lord!" groaned Sam Hupp, and covered his eyes with his hand, as if in pain. Jock stared. The affronted feeling was returning. Sam Hupp recovered himself and smiled a little wistfully.
Half an hour later Sam Hupp hustled by and disappeared into the Old Man's sanctum. Jock fingered the upper left-hand drawer of his desk. The maddening blankness of that closed door! If only he could find some excuse for walking into that room any old excuse, no matter how wild! just to get a chance at it His telephone rang.
But it's a corking chance, youngster, and the Old Man's just recommended you strong. Now " "Me !" exploded Jock. "Shut up!" hissed Hupp. "Two or three years with that firm would be the making of you if you made good, of course. And you could. They want to move their factory here from St. Louis within the next few years. Now listen.
Hupp, please," said Jock, serene in the perfection of his shirt, tie, collar and scarf pin, upon which the appraising eye now rested. "Mr. McChesney." He produced a card. "Appointment?" "No but he'll see me." But Machiavelli had seen too many overconfident callers. Their very confidence had taught him caution. "If you will please state your ah business "
Compared to it a woman's secret is a sealed book." Ben Griebler removed the cigar from his lips. He was stuttering with anger. With a mingling of despair and boldness Jock saw the advantage of that stuttering moment and seized on it. He stepped close to the broad table-desk, resting both hands on it and leaning forward slightly in his eagerness. "Mr. Berg I have a plan. Mr. Hupp can tell you.
Mother uses it. I've seen it on the bathroom shelf." "You bet she uses it," retorted Sam Hupp. "What's more, millions of other women will be using it in the next few years. This woman," he pointed to the name on the label, "has hit upon the real thing in toilette flub-dub. She's made a little fortune already, and if she don't look out she'll be rich. They've got quite a plant.
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