They strip the slaughter house, and then telephone to Swift, and Armour, and Nelson Morris, and Cudahy, to send down trainloads of beefsteaks.
"The whole bunch has got on the water wagon."
And Swift and the other big packers in Chicago say to their salesmen: "Buy beef, pork and mutton."
The farmer sees the price of cattle and sheep jump up to three times their value. Let me take the money you dump into the whisky hole and buy beefsteaks with it. I will show what is the matter with America. I think the liquor business is the dirtiest, rottenest business this side of hell.
Come on, are you ready? Fall in! We line up in front of a grocery store.
"What do you want?"
"Why, I want flour."
"What do you want?"
"Flour."
"What do you want?"