Colleges don't make fools, they only develop them.
~ George Horace Lorimar
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Okay, so here is an interesting story that I just put together using my excellent research skills. Gather 'round, everyone.
George Horace Lorimar was a journalist. As a young man he went to Yale University. His father was a minister and one of his parishoners - Phillip D. Armour - convinced George to leave Yale for the meatpacking industry. Well, that didn't go well, and when he next tried to open a grocery store, George failed at that, as well.
As a result, George moved to Boston and began working as a reporter. He would eventually become the literary editor of the Saturday Evening Post. In that role he published some of the greatest writers of the time - Willa Cather, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Jack London to name a few.
Now, I was going to write that George Horace Lorimar also published work by Upton Sinclair. Upton Sinclair would go on to write The Jungle based, in part, on the embalmed beef scandal during the Spanish American War. Major General Nelson A Miles that claimed that Armour and other meatpackers sent chemically treated meat to feed the soldiers during the war. This was something that caused significant damage to Armour's reputation. While he was not found guilty of wrongdoing (because he didn't do anything wrong OR because he paid people off - it is unclear which), Armour's reputation never recovered after the scandal.
You see how that brought everything full-circle? Lorimar being lured into the meatpacking industry only to later give voice to the muckraking author who called into question the safety and practices of the industry and changed labor standards and food inspection forever?
Well, unfortunately, Lorimar never published the work of Upton Sinclair. He DID publish the work of Sinclair Lewis.
When I was in 8th or 9th grade we would choose novels to read. There would be a few copies each of four or five books and we took turns choosing the book we wanted to read. If you chose early, you got the book you wanted. If you chose at the end, you got what was left. One cycle of novel selection, I had to choose toward the end. All the copies of A Farewell to Arms or The Call of the Wild or whatever the other options were had been taken, so I was stuck with Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis. I hated that book. I thought it was ridiculously boring.
So, I didn't like Sinclair Lewis then and now he shows up again so I can dislike him in a whole new way.
My life is so hard.