Produced by Charles Aldarondo JIMMIE HIGGINS By Upton Sinclair London CONTENTS I. JIMMIE HIGGINS MEETS THE CANDIDATE II. JIMMIE HIGGINS HEARS A SPEECH III. JIMMIE HIGGINS DEBATES THE ISSUE IV. JIMMIE HIGGINS STRIKES IT RICH V. JIMMIE HIGGINS HELPS THE KAISER VI. JIMMIE HIGGINS GOES TO JAIL VII. JIMMIE HIGGINS DALLIES WITH CUPID VIII. JIMMIE HIGGINS PUTS HIS FOOT IN IT IX. JIMMIE HIGGINS RETURNS TO NATURE X. JIMMIE HIGGINS MEETS THE OWNER XI. JIMMIE HIGGINS FACES THE WAR XII. JIMMIE HIGGINS MEETS A PATRIOT XIII. JIMMIE HIGGINS DODGES TROUBLE XIV. JIMMIE HIGGINS TAKES THE ROAD XV. JIMMIE HIGGINS TURNS BOLSHEVIK XVI. JIMMIE HIGGINS MEETS THE TEMPTER XVII. JIMMIE HIGGINS WRESTLES WITH THE TEMPTER XVIII. JIMMIE HIGGINS TAKES THE PLUNGE XIX. JIMMIE HIGGINS PUTS ON KHAKI XX. JIMMIE HIGGINS TAKES A SWIM XXI. JIMMIE HIGGINS ENTERS SOCIETY XXII. JIMMIE HIGGINS WORKS FOR HIS UNCLE XXIII. JIMMIE HIGGINS MEETS THE HUN XXIV. JIMMIE HIGGINS SEES THE OTHER SIDE XXV. JIMMIE HIGGINS ENTERS INTO DANGER XXVI. JIMMIE HIGGINS DISCOVERS HIS SOUL XXVII. JIMMIE HIGGINS VOTES FOR DEMOCRACY JIMMIE HIGGINS CHAPTER I JIMMIE HIGGINS MEETS THE CANDIDATE I “Jimmie,” said Lizzie, “couldn't we go see the pictures?” And Jimmie set down the saucer of hot coffee which he was in the act of adjusting to his mouth, and stared at his wife. He did not say anything; in three years and a half as a married man he had learned that one does not always say everything that comes into one's mind. But he meditated on the abysses that lie between the masculine and feminine intellects. That it should be possible for anyone to wish to see a movie idol leaping into second-story windows, or being pulled from beneath flying express trains, on this day of destiny, this greatest crisis in history! “You know, Lizzie,” he said, patiently, “I've got to help at the Opera-house.” “But you've got all morning!” “I know; but it'll take all day.” And Lizzie fell silent; for she too had learned much in three years and a half of married life. She had learned that working men's wives seldom get all they would like in this world; also that to have a propagandist for a husband is not the worst fate that may befall. After all, he might have been giving his time and money to drink, or to other women; he might have been dying of a cough, like the man next door. If one could not have a bit of pleasure on a Sunday afternoon--well, one might sigh, but not too loud.