Word: hoof
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...size of a small room (1,000 cu. ft.), molasses, ammonia, water, air and yeast were being mixed. Every twelve hours this mixture produced a ton of good rich meat-nearly as succulent as the sirloin steak it takes two years to raise on the hoof, much cheaper, and much richer in proteins and vitamins. Furthermore, this new synthetic meat is so easy to make that its inventors already look forward to performing a modern miracle of the loaves & fishes after the war among the foodless peoples of the world...
This forecast of abundance, made last week by virtually all meat experts, is based on one plain fact: for at least six months the U.S. has had not too little but too much meat-on the hoof. Farmers now have an estimated 78,000,000 head of cattle and 75,000,000 hogs, the greatest number in history. Since the nation does not have enough feed for these enormous herds, some of them must be slaughtered. The slaughtering means a temporary glut of meat...
Reason for all this was simple. Packers, who must sell at a ceiling price, refused to pay the high prices asked for cattle on the hoof. Cattlemen, blessed with the best pasture land in years because of the drenching spring rains, were content to let stock graze and fatten. Only hopeful note: when the hot drought days scorch the pasture lands, cattlemen will stampede to the markets, easing shortages in thousands of city butcher shops...
...hear sniffs of derision?" he asks. "What . . . if the sheep leave a hoof print to spoil your lie? What if the greens are too slow or uneven to make perfect putting possible? What if, in the absence of rough, the man who slices has as good a chance as you? My answer is that you, Mr. Sniffer, are probably the man who slices and in your heart you'd be extremely happy to find that you didn't have to lose three strokes three feet off the fairway...
...advice thrown our way ... but wo'd like to pass on just one more "rule of thumb" as a parting shot to those who may find themselves judging meat on the hoof in some distant South Paoiflo late. It's about those longnesed native plugs--piok 'em up by the ears, gentlemen ... and if the head goes down, it's too skinny...