I was working at the Wall Street Journal in the early Sixties when the writer of that story, Norman (Mike) Miller moved to NYC from one of our out of town bureaus. He introduced himself to me: "Hi, Mike Miller, food beat..." He rolled his eyes as if the "food beat" was the least appealing assignment he'd ever gotten. Then he dug his way into the salad oil swindle and won himself a Pulitzer Prize. And that was on the heels of the Great Fertilizer Scandal (Billy Sol Estes):

Oh what have you done, Billy Sol, Billy Sol.
Oh what have you done, charming Billy.
You took almost every cent
From the U.S. Government,
Which you spent on fertilizer, which is silly.
(I bet SC remembers this)