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On Next Sunday Will Be Presented in Picture and Verse the First Step in
the Social Climb of Mr. JUMP-UP, Former Clerk, and His Ambitious Wife.
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see them every day. Tbey may be
masquerading under some otner
name, bat they're the Jump-ups,
and they liTe wherever there Is
money.
They used to live in a little flat,
or perhaps a boarding house, and
everybody looked on Genevieve as
a Tery pretty little woman with
the faculty of dressing nicely on
little or nothing a year, while her
husband, Jim well, Jim was just
one of the vast army of workers.
Maybe he was a ribbon clerk in
a big department store or a book
keeper, or something of the sort,
lie went down early, in the "rush
hour," slaved all day at something
or other and came home with the
crowd, tired out after a humdrum
day. At the end of the week h
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brought his salary envelope home
and laid it in Genevieve's lap. and
was thoroughly satisfied and con
.tented, without a wish or ambi
tion beyond the colorless, unro
mantic life he led.
But if Jim was contented Gene
Tieve was not She Lad ambitions.
With no children to consume her
attention, . she had time for
dreams, and these she indulged.
She longed for social position, and
if she could not have it she could
at least follow the doings of the
Four Hundred, which she did
closely, reading all the "society"
news and learning the pedigrees
of the smart set till she .almost
felt as though she knew them per
sonally. Jim's wages would not permit of
her wearing Paris gowns and
Fifth avenue hats, but with the
assistance of the fashion journals
and a natural talent for such
things she used to copy the most
stylish garb in cheaper materials,
and always looked up to date.
Thus, when there waa a fashion
able wedding you would find
Genevieve haunting the church
for a Bight of the bride or the
titled bridegroom, dressed as
stylishly as any. of tha f aaMonab!
gnests, all of whom she knew by
name from their photographs in
the papers.
A ml then came the money ! Per
haps it waa a forgotten relative,
or a gold mine on the neglected
farm up-State, or well, it came,
a couple of million dollars!
To Jim Jump-up it meant noth
ing. Perhaps a servant girl for
Genevieve or a new rug for the
hall or something of that sort.
But to Genevieve it meant all.
Her dream had come true! And
immediately she proceeded to
realize it. '
It was not long before the
Jump-ops began to figure in so
ciety. Money will do much.
Money backed up by a young and
pretty woman's ambitions will do
a great deal. Even with such a
handicap aa Jim. .
And poor Jim, a plebeian, aai
aled, a fish out of water, waa and
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doea not fit hit the picture at all
He loves Genevieve and doesn't
object to her cutting a social
swath if she will only let him
alone. But she won't. She is try
ing to make a society leader of
him, too, and the task is one that
would stagger a less ambitious
young woman.
He can't get accustomed to "so
ciety" ways; he doesn't like "so
ciety" people; he prefers his old
associates of his working days;
his English is faulty and his man
ners still are unpolished.
In short, Jim Jump-up is a liv
ing, pitiful example of the sow's
ear that simply refuses to be
made into a silk purse.
In the meanwhile, Genevieve,
undismayed by Jim's faux pas,
goes on climbing, dragging him up
with her, getting a step higher
now and then only to have some
thing that Jim does drag her back
again. Bat she lores him and he
loves her, and he ia 'willing to go
through his torture to make her
happy, while she is lea to iorgive
his shortcomings through
affection for the poor fellow.
So there are the Jump-ups. Per
haps you know them under the
name of Jones or Brown or Smith
anyway, you know them, and
doubtless you laugh at Genevieve
(and admire her), while you
guffaw at Jim (and pity him).
At the same time I want you to
like Genevieve for her ambition to
improve herself, and to pity Jim
for his sufferings, while you laugh
at both of them.
BY W. H. LOOMIS.
WHEN I was asked to illus
trate the adventures of
the Jump-ups I studied
tneir cnaracterisucs anu
set about finding their originals in
order to use them as models for
the pictures. In this search I was
embarrassed by the richness of
the material, for everywhere I
found Jim and Genevieve at
theatres, on the avenue, in smart
shops and restaurants.
But most of all I wanted to find
Jim Jump-up, not as he was after
he had inherited his fortune and
started to be dragged up into so
ciety by Genevieve, but as he had
been in the old days. Afad after
few days' hunting about the
streets I found him. -
rhrouzh one "of the
busj downtown wholesale streets
you know them; jammed with
great trucks loading and unload
ing packing cases filled with all
sorts of goods; draymen, porters,
shipping clerkswell, right there
I found Jim Jumpiup. He was a
shipping clerk.
There he was, with a marking
pot in one hand and the brnsh
behind hia ear, a memorandum
book in the other hand, and he
was all over the place, marking
cases, noting them down and at
tending to his duties in general.
He was a little fellow, rather
jplump and with a bullet head
sparsely thatched with colorless
Ihait. But it was his face, and
mainly his eyes, that attracted me
imost. He had a sort of cherubic,
mild face and big round eyes that
,would have been pleasant if they
.had -not been so awfully tired
looting; a little mouth somewhat
drawn at the corners, a rounded
chin and red cheeks in snort, ne
seemed like a grown up, tired out
boy.
I picked him for Jim Jump-up at
once and proceeded to sketch him,
an operation in which he detected
me and frowned. But I had him,
and here he is to-day.
To find Genevieve Jump-up was
equally easy. I could have drawn
her from memory, she is so gen
eral a type, but I wished to cap
ture my prey in its wild state,
which means at a fashionable
wedding, or eyeing the box dwel
lers at the Horse Show or some
such place. There was a big wed
ding a few days later and I knew
that Genevieve would be there,
squabbling with thousands of
others of her sisters for a place of
vantage on the sidewalk from
which to see "Quality" entering
and leaving the church.
Well, of course she was there,
and from among the many I se
lected a very pretty little woman
with Titian hair, a stylish figure
and fashionable clothes, though
the clothes, it was evident to the
trained eye of the artist, were not
of the best material. I sketched
the little lady, and I hope she will
strike you as the best type. j
Mr. West had given Genevieve a
French maid named Julie and Jim
a valet named Jimpson. It was a
simple matter to draw them. For
Julie I had only to sketch the
little maid employed by the wife
of an acquaintance, and I have re
produced her as nearly as she
really is as I could. Jimpson, too,
offered little difficulty, as he
exists, but under a different name,
as head waiter in a well known
chop house, ne used to be man
servant to "Quality" in England
and has occupied similar positions
in this country, but he has given
up "valeting" Young America be
cause, as he explains it, "hit is
hobjectionable to 'ave to serve a
man you 'ave to realize is not one
alf the gentleman 'is servant is."
So he took to head waiting as less
"hobjectionable."
Here, then, are the Jump-ups,
Genevieve and Jiaa, and their
faithful servants, Julie and Jimp
son. I hope they will strike you
as typical of their kind and that
tou will recognize them and like
them as they go througn tneir ad
ventures from week to week.