At Chicago's huge Palmer House one day last fortnight, 50 businessmen attending the annual convention of their trade association, opened the meeting by chanting in unison: WHERE'S THIS YEAR'S PECK OF PICKLED PEPPERS PETER PIPER PICKED? There was not a man present that could not reel off Peter Piper without a bobble, and older hands did not boggle Theophilus the thistle-sifter. But full as they were of percussive alliteration they were no mere funsters. They were members of the 46-year-old National Pickle Packers Association representing 85% of an industry which has done...
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