Slavering, grunting, squealing, huge paunchy cornfed bellies swaying to their awkward steps, thousands of big pigs went to market last week. In Omaha, in Kansas City and in Chicago's noisome Packingtown they arrived by carload lots. Penned up in long alleys they rooted, grunted and jostled one another with muddy, clammy snouts. In between them marched the buyers for the great meat companies, poking their porky flanks and paunches with sticks and crying the cry of hogs, "Tsaa, tsaa, tsaa." With swift gestures and few words the...
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