Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1906-03-08
EMBAlMED BEEF
NOT SO WORST
Appealing Information About
Canned Meats Printed in
a New Book.

a New Book.
Below are few excerpts from a
new story called ''The Jungle" just
printed by Doubleday, Page & Co.
The printers would not issue the book
until they had proof that the state
ments were true. The Sheaf has not
space to print all the things the book
contains about the packing business.
Only enough can be given to show
about what sort of tid-bits we can get
out OF a tin can when we give party
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ut seemed that he was working in
the room where the men prepared
the beef for canning and the beef
had lain in watts full of chemicals;
and men with great forks speared it
out and dumped it into trucks, to be
taken to the cooking room. =. When
they had speared out all they could
reach, they emptied the vat on the
floor, and then with shovels scraped
up the balance and dumped it into
the truck. The floor was filthy, yet
they set Antanas, with his mop,
stopping the pickle into hole that
connected with the sink, where it
was caught and used over again for
ever; and that we're not enough,
there was trap in the pipe, where
all the scraps f>meat and odds and
ends of refuse were caught, and every
few, days it was the old man s task to
clean these out and shovel their con-
tents into one of the trucks with the
rest of the meat!"
"It was late, almost dark, the gov
eminent inspectors had gone, and
there was only dozen or two men on
the floor. Some of the cattle that
day had got hurt. There were some
with broken legs, and some with
gored sides; there we're some that
had died, from what cause no one
could say; and they were, all dispos-
ed of, here in darkness and silence.
"Downers,' the men called them, and
the packing house had a special ele-
vator upon which they were raised to
the killing beds, where the gang pro-
ceeded to handle them, with the air
of business-like nonchalance which
said palmer than words that it was a
matter of everyday routine. In the
end he saw the carcasses going into
the chilling room, with the rest of
the meat, being carefully scattered
here and there so that they could not
be identitied.' r. IS : f. = Il {. j, &
There was never the least atten-
tion paid to what was cut up for sau-
sage; there would come all the back
from Europe old sausage that had
been rejected, and that was mouldy
and white-it would be dosed with
borax and glycerine, and dumped in
to the hoppers, and made over again
for home consumption. There would
be meat that had tumbled out on the
floor, in the dirt and sawdust, where
the workers had tramped and spit
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germs. There would be meats stored
in great piles in rooms; and the wat
er from leaky roofs would drip over
it, and thousands Of rats would race
about on it. 1t was too dark in
these storage places to see we'll.
These rats we're nuisances, and the
packers would put poisoned bread
out for them; they would die and
then rats, bread and meat would go
into the hoppers together. This is
no fairy story, and no joke; the meat
would be shoveled into carts, and the
man who did the shoveling would not
trouble to lift out a rat, even when
ne saw one-there were things that
went into thu" sausage in. comparison
with which a poisoned rat was It'd
bit.
Fell Off the Train
Ha1vOr Nelson a. labOrer who took