Word: slaughtered
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Angus eleven months old, whose 1,140 lb. of bone, gristle and good red meat were formed so well and in such good condition that the judges named him world's grand champion, Steer of the Year. Being a steer, Briarcliff Thickset was good for nothing but the slaughter house. A Pennsylvania packing company bought him for $1.27 per lb. on the hoof, lowest price paid for Steer of the Year since 1923.* Nevertheless, in more ways than one Briarcliff Thickset made history. His breeder and owner was not a Midwestern cattleman but a retired New York financier, Oakleigh...
...tricky mind and a cunning appeal. Like a jackass braying into an empty rain barrel, he mistakes the sound and fury for wisdom and profundity. He encourages and agitates unrest and class hatred. We apologize for having supported him. To go with him further is like walking through a slaughter house to an open grave...
...continue to increase if left unchecked, eventually bringing low prices. Chairman of the committee is Harry Hartke, a soft-spoken Kentucky farmer who is president of French Bros. Dairy Products, Cincinnati. Big, good-natured Mr. Hartke did not seem the sort of man to propose a vast cow slaughter without reason. Lumberman as well as dairyman, he had never countenanced waste. And, indeed, upon closer examination, it was seen that what Mr. Hartke's committee intended was not that the cows should be slain and buried, but that they should be slain and eaten...
This simple solution of potential milk troubles-with whatever consequences it might have for the meat business-took form in the following resolution: "Be it therefore resolved, that all low producing and unprofitable cows be culled from herds and sold for slaughter, that additional heifer calves be vealed, and that each farmer reduce the size of his herd by eliminating at least one cow out of each...
...magazine, where they print a sprinkling of jokes and drawings that even a college humorous publication would have the taste to omit. Whether willingly or not, the monarchs of trade are having their false whiskers peeled off and their thrones jerked from under them; and still the slaughter goes on. Ballyhoo, even though it has probably succumbed to subsidazation by leading advertisers, has injected a healthy spirit of cynicism into a devout atmosphere...