CLIPPING FROM THE PRESS


| July/August 1957



Evansville, Indiana

Brother Elmer, I am sending a clipping from the press of an Evansville paper so you can see how things are coming along. Dan Zehr, Jim Roberts and another fellow were here April 21, to see our Huber Roller No. 11805. I had it good and hot and they seemed to have a good time. I guess you will be getting some pictures of it soon. Larrimore was not able to come.

I was just thinking about an old fellow who lived around here when I was a kid. He took on a job of running a tandem roller for a fellow who built some rock roads about here. This man looked the wreck over and patched it up. The piston valves were off and the way he set them was to take a sliver of steel between his front teeth and stick his fingers in his ears, that way he could tell when they opened and closed. He got along all-right for a time on level road until he had to cross a small arch bridge and that it would not do. He said, ' It was time to plant corn' and away he went and never came back. Another fellow came along to run it. He cleaned the exhaust nozzles and got over the bridge. I was just a kid then but I never forgot to look at the nozzles of an engine first thing and have found some that you could hardly stick your finger in. Most people have them cramped too much anyhow. During the last years that I run an engine for threshing and saw-milling, I bored them out, of course I wanted the valves set right with plenty of lead.

I also knew another fellow who died 20 years ago in his 80th year, so you can see when this took place. His folks came back here when I was 9 years old and his dad worked in a machine shop in Sacramento, California, building traction engines for hauling ore out of the mountains. He was running one up and down the street, which was dirt at the time, in front of our shop, and after a few trips he had worn a track so he did not have to steer it. He slowed it down, got off and walked around to the steps under the crank which had a hand rail in front of it. He had just stepped up and was watching something when someone did something, what happened no one seemed to know, but he made a grab and his hand went in between the connecting rod and the disc, or maybe it was a crank, but as it came over she shoved everything up to his shoulder. There he was holding on with the good hand just in front of the drive wheel. He was about to faint and knew if he turned loose he would fall under the drive wheel. No one knew how to shut the thing off so one fellow threw a crowbar through between the spokes on the flywheel and that stopped everything. The doctor wanted to take the arm off but the women folks would not allow it. They got a lot of hot bread and milk and worked the muscles back in place as best they could and it got good enough for him to hold a pair of calipers. The person who told me this tale was one that I would take his word just as soon as his bond so that engine must have had a long pin.

A friend of mine said, 'He thought he heard something in the news on the radio about the Rev. Ritzman, but he wasn't sure as his sister (the one with the big mouth), opened it right then and he couldn't hear what was said.' I hope nothing has happened to him. What would all of us cousins do without him and the IRON MEN? Well, make the smoke stacks ring like a bell.

Cousin with wheels in his head,