"O, Dunderbeck, O, Dunderbeck, How could you be so mean,
As to invent that horrible thing, A sausage-meat machine?
For alley-cats, and hounds, and rats, Will never more be seen;
They've all been ground to sausage-meat in Dunderbeck's machine."
Vulgar rhymes of this sort have long cast a quite unmerited mal-odeur upon the sausage business, and perhaps no man was more sensitive to the unfortunate effect of balladry than the late Adolf Gobel, sausage manufacturer. While recognizing, of course, that the Dunderbeck of the song was an entirely legendary figure, he could not do other than...