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Upton Sinclair - The Jungle

Upton Sinclair - The Jungle

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The Jungle
Sinclair, Upton
Fiction, Political
About Sinclair:
Upton Beall Sinclair, Jr. (September 20, 1878 – November 25, 1968),was a Pulitzer Prize-winning prolific American author who wrote over90 books in many genres and was widely considered to be one of the bestinvestigators advocating socialist views. He achieved considerable pop-ularity in the first half of the 20th century. He gained particular fame forhis 1906 muckraking novel The Jungle, which dealt with conditions inthe U.S. meat packing industry and caused a public uproar that partlycontributed to the passage of the Pure Food and Drug Act and the MeatInspection Act in 1906.
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It was four o'clock when the ceremony was over and the carriages beganto arrive. There had been a crowd following all the way, owing to the ex-uberance of Marija Berczynskas. The occasion rested heavily uponMarija's broad shoulders—it was her task to see that all things went indue form, and after the best home traditions; and, flying wildly hitherand thither, bowling every one out of the way, and scolding and exhort-ing all day with her tremendous voice, Marija was too eager to see thatothers conformed to the proprieties to consider them herself. She had leftthe church last of all, and, desiring to arrive first at the hall, had issuedorders to the coachman to drive faster. When that personage had de-veloped a will of his own in the matter, Marija had flung up the windowof the carriage, and, leaning out, proceeded to tell him her opinion of him, first in Lithuanian, which he did not understand, and then in Pol-ish, which he did. Having the advantage of her in altitude, the driver hadstood his ground and even ventured to attempt to speak; and the resulthad been a furious altercation, which, continuing all the way down Ash-land Avenue, had added a new swarm of urchins to the cortege at eachside street for half a mile.This was unfortunate, for already there was a throng before the door.The music had started up, and half a block away you could hear the dull"broom, broom" of a cello, with the squeaking of two fiddles which viedwith each other in intricate and altitudinous gymnastics. Seeing thethrong, Marija abandoned precipitately the debate concerning the ancest-ors of her coachman, and, springing from the moving carriage, plungedin and proceeded to clear a way to the hall. Once within, she turned and began to push the other way, roaring, meantime, "Eik! Eik! Uzdaryk-dur-is!" in tones which made the orchestral uproar sound like fairy music."Z. Graiczunas, Pasilinksminimams darzas. Vynas. Sznapsas. Winesand Liquors. Union Headquarters"—that was the way the signs ran. Thereader, who perhaps has never held much converse in the language of far-off Lithuania, will be glad of the explanation that the place was therear room of a saloon in that part of Chicago known as "back of the

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