I kid you not - back in the day when a man could run a weiner joint and not worry about getting his license yanked by some health department troll, the cook working the counter had to keep up with the lunch orders and the line of customers out the door. So, he'd extend his arm and balance the buns side-by-side from wrist to armpit so he could make 'em a dozen at a time. Hence the nickname, 'sweat dogs'. Some old timers still claim it gave them a little extra flavor. LOL!
"As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their hearts desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
--H.L. Mencken, The Baltimore Evening Sun, July 26, 1920