m the producer and
distribute to the consumer. So Armour and Company have to satisfy two
parties--the producer and the consumer. Both being fairly treated have a
perfect right to grumble.

The buyer of things which Nature forces the man to buy, is usually a
complainer, and he complains of the seller because he is near, just as a
man kicks the cat and takes it out on his wife, or the mother scolds the
children.

To the farmers, Armour used to say with stunning truth, "You get more
for your produce today than you got before I showed up on the scene; and
you get your money on the minute, without haggle or question. I furnish
you an instantaneous market."

To the consumer he said: "I supply you with regularity and I give you
quality at a price more advantageous to you than your local butcher can
command. My profit lies in that which has always been thrown away. As
for sanitation, go visit your village slaughter-house and then come and
see the way I do it!"

Upton Sinclair scored two big points on Packingtown and its Boss Ogre.
They were these: First, the Ogre hired men and paid them to kill
animals. Second, these dead animals were distributed by the Ogre and his
minions and the corpses eaten by men, women and children. It was a
revolting revelation. It even shook the nerves of a President, one of
the killingest men in the world, who, not finding enough things to kill
in America, went to Africa to kill things.

"You live on the dead," said the Eastern pundit, reproachfully, out of
his yellow turban, to the American who had just ordered a ham-sandwich.
"And you eat the living," replied the American, as he handed a little
hand-microscope to the pundit and asked him to focus it upon his dinner
of dried figs. The pundit looked at the figs through the glass, and
behold, they were covered with crawling, wiggling, wriggling, living
life! And then did the man from the East throw the microscope out of the
window, and say, "Now there are no bugs on these figs!"

That which we behold too closely is apt to be repulsive. Fix your vision
upon any of the various functions of life and the whole thing becomes
disgusting, especially so if we contemplate the details of existence in
others. Personally, of course, we, ourselves, in thought and action are
sweet and wholesome--but the others, oh, ah, bah, phew, ouch, or words
to that effect!

Armour's remark about the village slaughter-house was getting close
home. If bad meat was ever pu