Sunday, January 5, 2020

Sight seen

Update 1/7/2020 11:07 pm CST - in the Comments below, Stanley mentioned that he had once met Little Oscar.  I admit I was not familiar with the character - it must have been a promotion that was before my time (or maybe I've just forgotten it).  But I subsequently ran across an obituary of one of the men who played the Little Oscar character.  I've added, at the bottom of the post, a photo with several of the Little Oscars in it.

Update 1/6/2020 8:57 pm CST - I see I managed to misspell "Mayer" consistently throughout the post, despite having it written out for me in the photo below.  I've corrected all of them, I think.
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This is what was waiting for me outside the entrance to the grocery store on Saturday morning:



I've seen the Wienermobile tooling along the local interstates a few times over the years but had never seen it close up and at rest before. I had assumed there was only one and it was just a Chicago thing, but the Oscar Mayer website indicates there is a fleet of them and they drive all over the country.

Oscar Mayer was, along with Swift, Armour, and perhaps others, a big player in Chicago's meat packing industry.  The industry was one of the drivers for the growth of the city during the 19th and into the 20th century.  The spread of railroads westward allowed beef, pork and other meat producers (i.e. ranchers and farmers) to ship their livestock to Chicago.  Chicago's stockyard operation, the Union Stock Yards, so-called because various railroads collaborated to create a unified operation, was on the South Side of Chicago, where the animals were slaughtered, butchered, packed and sold to companies like Oscar Mayer who turned the meat into consumer and other products.

Carl Sandburg wrote a poem in which he referred to Chicago as "hog butcher for the world."   I am told that tourists could tour the stockyards, but that children weren't allowed to visit the area where the lambs were slaughtered.  My wife Therese, who is a South Sider herself, believes that her father may have worked in the stockyards as a young man; she definitely had other male relatives who worked in the yards.  These were immigrants or the generation after the immigrants - in her family's case, German and Slovak immigrants.  These were among the immigrants who filled Catholic churches during this period, which in retrospect may have been the time when Chicago peaked.  The men worked in the stockyards or the packing operations, the moms worked in retail shops or offices, or stayed home with kids.  The parents saved nickels and dimes and sent their kids to parish schools, and also sent some of them on to colleges like Loyola and DePaul.

By the time I came to Chicago in the fall of 1979, I believe the stockyards already were gone.  There is still a South Side neighborhood called Back of the Yards.

My first job out of college was doing back-office computer work for a commodities trading firm that bought and sold futures contracts in the open-outcry trading pits at the Chicago Mercantile Exchange ("the Merc", today known as CME) and the Chicago Board of Trade, as well as other exchanges in New York, London and elsewhere.  The meat contracts, for delivery of live hogs, live cattle, and a number of other livestock and meat products, were traded at the Merc - I believe they still are today.  I found a website that provides product details for the Lean Hogs which are traded:
Hogs are ready for slaughter at about 254 pounds, producing a dressed carcass weight of around 190 pounds and an average 88.6 pounds of lean meat. The lean meat consists of 21% ham, 20% loin, 14% belly, 3% spareribs, 7% Boston butt roast and blade steaks, and 10% picnic, with the remaining 25% going into jowl, lean trim, fat, miscellaneous cuts, and trimmings. 
Enough about the meat: what I found most interesting this morning was the vehicle itself.  The body below the passenger section looked to me like it might be an old Cadillac design or something similar.  But this information on a sign posted near the Wienermobile seems to indicate that it's a unique design.


I'd give the copy writers a B+ for funning and punning.

When I saw the vehicle, I had hoped that giving away free hot dogs would be part of the promotion, but alas, the only things available where coloring books for the kids.  Well, to be honest, I wasn't hoping too much for a free hot dog; despite their famous catchy jingle, I'm not actually a huge fan of Oscar Mayer hot dogs.   I've become a bit of a hot dog snob.  There are many hot dog stands in Chicago, but they don't sell Oscar Mayer, Ekrich or any of the mass-produced cheap super market brands.  They sell Vienna Beef hot dogs.  These are 100% beef (albeit not kosher).  I also buy Hebrew National, whose roots are in New York and whose product also is 100% beef.  I pay $5-$6 per package (when not on sale), which is a bit steep, but worth it.  We did buy Oscar Mayer brand hot dogs for the kids when they were younger, but now they've become hot dog snobs, too.

Your intrepid reporter, a self-confessed hot dog snob

Update: A photo of several Little Oscars:

16 comments:

  1. You're not a real hotdog snob unless you live in Michigan, which everyone here will tell you has the nation's most stringent laws governing hot dog ingredients. And the snobbiest of Michigan hotdog snobs buy Koegels or nothing.

    But I like the suit!

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  2. Oh, Jim, you so take me back. One thing everything every Cubs fan knew was that Comiskey Park stunk to high heaven because of the stockyards nearby. (I have to admit that I didn't smell anything unusual the two times I snuck into enemy territory. The second time I was rewarded by Ted Williams with a home run.) Back of the Yards was the location of the first community organizing effort by Saul Alinsky, who died in 1972 but is still alive as a major threat on the Web sites of goofy rightists claiming deep profundity as their shtick to attract giddy youth, which no one has to read unless his wife has a reader in her family, in which case one is forced to become an expert.

    Paul Ryan, at one point in his career, drove a Wienermobile.

    Oscar Meyer has taken out the nitrates and is now permitted in our house. I doubt there has ever been a hot dog as good as those that came from a cart on Waveland Avenue behind right field at Wrigley Field back in the day. They came with wiener, mustard, pickalilli (relish to non-midwesterners), pickle slices, onions, salt and optional peppers. Twenty-five cents.

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  3. I remember, as a child, the Wienermobile paying a visit to the 69th Street commercial district in Upper Darby, PA. I actually got to meet Little Oscar himself. I remember it as a pleasant experience. Inspite of his short stature, I remember him as a kind adult, just different. I don't know how many Wienermobiles they had back in the fifties, but there was only one Little Oscar.

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  4. When I was in high school, I did a “major” book report on “The Jungle”. The horrors of the story have stayed with me my entire life.

    https://www.britannica.com/topic/The-Jungle-novel-by-Sinclair

    I have never heard of a weinermobile before. Maybe another regional thing.

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    1. Anne, I am sorry to say that Upton Sinclair is one of the gaps in my education. Another book to add to the list ...

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  5. Around here the hot dog snobs brag up Wragge Dogs (pronounced "Roggie"). The only ones I can eat are the Oscar Meyer ones. This is also kielbasa and jaternice country. You'd never guess that jaternice is pronounced "eetenitsi". Don't ask me why, I'm not Czech. As a rule, sausage and me don't get along.
    My father-in-law ran a retail meat market. That's how I met my husband; I worked for my FIL's business partner, in the grocery section, during summers when I was in college. My dad and brother are cattle ranchers.
    A lot of immigrants around here work in the packing houses. Only now instead of Polish or German names, they have Spanish ones. At one of the recent Baptisms in our parish, the baby had a first name like "Carlos", and the last name ended in "ski".

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  6. I've seen pictures of the weinermobile, but have never seen it in person.

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  7. Never seen the weinermobile...even though I grew up in Chicago. But as a kid, every morning I heard stock market prices for pigs on ???? WLS, Chicago, (my mom's morning station).

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    1. That would be "The Prairie Farmer Station," home of the WLS National Barn Dance on Saturday nights from the Eighth Street Theater, backing up on the Hilton Hotel and just two blocks from the 606 Club. Three words: Lulubelle & Scotty.

      Keep it up, Jim and MOS. I'm just a kid again, doin' what I did again...

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    2. A slayer of pigs? And a square dancer? What a kid!

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  8. There is a blessing song that starts out, "May the blessing of the Lord be upon you..." Our priest says it reminds him of the Oscar Meyer song, "My bologna has a first name, it's O-s-c-a-r..." Now that he mentioned it, it is a pretty similar tune.

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  9. Reminds me of that old song: "O, I wish I was an Oscar Meyer wiener." Don't know why one would wish that, but …… to each her own.

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    1. Jim, yep, according to this Wikipedia page, the company credited the jingle for a good deal of its growth starting in the 1960s. Seems the writer of the jingle collected royalties on the jingle until his death, and hopefully his estate or heirs continue to get them today. I'm in favor of people in the arts actually being paid fairly for their work!

      https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_D._Trentlage

      I confess I haven't researched the bologna jingle which Katherine mentioned, but which also was drilled into my head growing up. If I'm not mistaken, it is of later vintage than the wiener jingle.

      Mass-appeal, jingle-accompanied television ads are sort of museum pieces nowadays, when the height of advertising prowess apparently is to unleash fake news on social media to get the candidate of another country elected president.

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    2. Actually the tune of the Cursillo (excuse me, "Christians Encounter Christ") blessing song is more like the weiner tune that Jimmy Mac referenced than the bologna one.
      I kind of miss the days when they used to try to get you to buy stuff with a brainworm jingle, instead of Alexa hearing you say something and immediately bazillion ads for that item pop up on your tablet.

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  10. I recently re-watched the Ken Burns Country Music series on PBS. It seems that WLS at one time stood for "World's Largest Station."

    Last name of ski? When I went to school in Milwaukee lo those 60+ years ago, I was told by residents that the only to pronounce Polish names was to thing of "two sneezes, a bejusus and an ski." never forgot that.

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    1. "World's Largest Store", I think - I can't remember if the store in question was Sears or Marshall Fields, I think the former.

      When I was a tween in the early-mid 1970s (and for many years before that), WLS was an AM 50,000 watt rock-n-roll station. We could pick it up when I was perched on the other side of Lake Michigan during my middle school years. It was from listening to WLS that I was exposed to Elton John, the Eagles, Neil Diamond, James Taylor and other white people's '70's pop music, i.e. the soundtrack of my subsequent life.

      At some point in the '80s or '90s, WLS was sold to new ownership, or at least it flipped formats. It gave up rock music for talk, probably because FM radio took over rock music, and slouched way to the right. Today it's the Chicago market home of Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity. Really a shame.

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