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And the giant dough vats had no guard rails whatsoever. A worker fell in at least once a week. He would receive no compensation for removal of impacted pecans. Many of the workers turned to chocoholism to deal with the daily stresses of their job, and if they showed up sluggish from hyperglycemia they were rarely sent home.

Still, the cookies, if you could call them that, left the facility by the crateful. Cookies that had gone too stale to bite through were ground up, mixed with lye, and repackaged as biscotti. Cookies contaminated with raisins were sold to the masses as chocolate chip. And, worst of all, some of the managers of a British persuasion insisted on labeling the cookies as "biscuits," even though they would have tasted terrible with gravy.

-- Upton Eclair, The Jumble