Hungry & Unloved Into the Chicago offices of Armour & Co. one day in 1887 walked a hobo with a letter for the president. Its plea: give me $25. Meatpacker Philip D. Armour got a kick out of the writer's literary style, ordered the $25 paid to him, and said, "It's worth it." The writing hobo was a 28-year-old Norwegian immigrant with goldrimmed spectacles and an aristocratic face. In Norway he had been a cobbler's apprentice, woodsman, stevedore and road navvy. He had come steerage to the U.S., worked for tight-fisted Wisconsin farmers,...
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