FAREWELL TO STEAM? SEZ WHO!

be broken up. About 18% of our electric power comes from
hydro-electric plants, and plants powered by the eternal, infernal,
internal combustion engine produce a pitiful one half of one
percent!

The steam turbine is now, and has been, for about 90 years, the
most efficient converter of energy devised and used by man.
Development and improvement has been steady, but not spectacular,
with no major break-through to provoke big headlines, or widen the
eyes of the yokels. Perhaps it is because the builders of steam
turbines do not throw together and mass-merchandise weekly models
and planned obsolescene, and purchase prime TV time and full page
ads and thus guide many an editorial pen. And the steam turbine is
still short of its full potential. Builders of turbines are waiting
upon the metalurgists to come up with a steel of sufficient tensile
strength to make possible the development of the RADIAL FLOW (the
huge majority of turbines now in use are of the AXIAL FLOW type)
turbine; the Ljungstrom turbine, with the steam flowing radially
from a hollow center shaft, thru alternately reacting sets of
blades, arranged in concentric circles, and driving two power
shafts in opposed directions. A common use of the radial flow
principle was the quite small Pyle-National turbine which was used
to drive the generator for the headlights of steam locomotives.
But, as I have stated, this turbine was relatively diminutive; had
one rotating and one fixed set of blades, and exhausted into the
atmosphere. Not exactly the most efficient use of the
principle.

One of the most efficient steam turbine power plants was owned
and operated by get this the Ford Motor Company! The volume of
water in the boiler was evaporated into high pressure, superheated
steam; passed through the turbine, condenser, hot well, and back
into the boiler, completing the cycle in twenty seconds! King
Henry, the Ford, mass (or mess) – produced and merchandised the
infernal come-busting engine but used the steam turbine to power
his own plant.

Unfortunately, the characteristics which give the turbine its
efficiency; hugh, high-capacity boilers, condensers, hot wells,
etc., limits it practical use to stationery and marine power plant
use. And, as long as these efficient power plants are hidden behind
brick walls or deep in the hulls of ships, they are out of sight,
and the infernal come-busting engine hucksters can peddle their
weekly models, built to fall apart within a remarkably short time,
consume plenty of petroleum products, fatten up the loudmouthed,
oil-soaked cowpunchers (and now, the shahs and shieks), while
editorial opinion, purchased by advertising dollars, plays down the
fact that steam is still king!

But, alas; for all its remarkable efficiency, the turbine is
just a machine a grim, deadly efficient, non-glamorous, unromantic
machine just that! Emitting only a monotonous hum, everything
enclosed in a large shiney black steel case. No visible motion of
crank shafts, flywheels, governors whirling round and round, no
up-and-down, back-and-forth movement of rods and levers.

And, with the colorful steam locomotive practically gone from
the railroads, we have to turn to our summer pastime the
countryside threshers’ exhibits.

There, as all of us know, we may see the revolving and
oscillating motion; hear the staccato bark of the exhaust of the
Baker uniflow, or the lazy whoosh-whoosh exhaust of the Port Huron
compound, the assorted sharps and flats of the steam whistles, all
stirring up the nostalgia of bygone days. And, with all of this, we
meet people! Genial, friendly, considerate, thoughtful and
well-mannered people! A type of people so rare in this automated,
computerized, dehumanized moronic age of dogged indifference to
individual human needs. Farmers, not a few of whom are retired,
most of whom on the sunny side of middle age, who have rescued
these old machines from the scrap heap and restored them to working
order; mechanics and craftsmen of all age groups plying their
skills; and the serious minded model builders with their creations.
White-haired matrons recalling their teenage days when they helped
Ma with the pies and other ingredients of the sumptuous
threshers’ feeds. Two intermediate generations making no
attempt to conceal their interest and fascination with the way
things were done in the days that used to be. And the kids! Playing
in straw piles, and otherwise having themselves a ball.

And behind all this the nearly marvelous organization the
members of the sponsoring clubs all pitching in and helping, and
all handling their respective assignments to keep things moving
with minimum of flaws and hitches.

Put it this way how secure would you feel in a big city ball
park, with a large crowd, and only two or three policemen? Well,
that is about all you will find at these countryside thresher
exhibits, and they are stationed at the gates to control automobile
traffic. No brawls to break up, no hooligans to handle. Just a
large crowd of nice well behaved people enjoying themselves. That,
in a capsule, is the whole story. That is what I have learned
during the 11 years of ‘taking in’ these threshing
exhibits. And that is why I attended 6 thresher shows last summer
(I retired last July 1, after a career in railroading that began
while Calvin Coolidge was president) to meet people; the kind of
people I enjoy meeting.