Jim Powell was a Jelly-bean. Much as I desire to make him an appealing character, I feel that it would be unscrupulous to deceive you on that point. He was a bred-in-the-bone, dyed-in-the-wool, ninety-nine three-quarters per cent Jelly-bean and he grew lazily all during Jelly-bean season, which is every season, down in the land of the Jelly-beans well below the Mason-Dixon line.
Jim Powell never quite fit in, in an effort to make something of himself he goes away to the war yet when he returns his reputation hasn't changed and the girls are still not interested in him.
He spends his days listlessly, culminating in a party that the girl he has his eye on is attending. He tries to rescue her in two seperate situations yet his luck never changes. He is always to be one of those men that never gets the girl