HARRY WOODMANSEE AND STEAM SHOWS

Leaning back, Bill grinned. ‘You can watch and watch and
watch and watch it happen, and your mind just doesn’t catch it.
Now, Harry seldom let his engine pop off when he was running it. At
Whitbey’s, he was giving a plowing demonstration, and he’d
go like a storm! You see, Harry would start out with low water just
a little bit showing in the glass. When he began to plow, he’d
turn his water on. The engine would use the steam as fast as it
made it while he’d sail across that field with six plows
pulling. It would pop off at the end of the field maybe. It took me
a long time to figure out Harry’s strategy, even though I
watched him do it again and again. Later on, a fellow had a 23-90
Baker ready to plow. I told him, ‘You’d better let about
two-thirds of the water out of your glass, or you’ll stop
halfway across that field.’ Well, he got about fifty yards, and
his engine popped off. He was stuck. Percy Sherman had his big
Russell there, and he hooked onto that plow and took off with it.
Sherman would plow with his engine, but he wouldn’t take his
Russell on the teeter-totter because he knew he could break that
cast-iron smoke box or pedestal if the teeter-totter would drop
down hard.

‘A former fireman himself, Bill mentioned, ‘Harry told
me he’d fired on the Grand Trunk Railroad. Schrock said
something about that. In those days, firemen knew to warm a
locomotive boiler slowly. If a locomotive had been sitting two or
three weeks may be they’d rebuilt it, you see they’d run
hot water in it first to warm it up gradually. They took several
hours, beginning with warm water then moving on to fire the
firebox. They understood that sudden changes in temperature put
more stress on a boiler than just about anything else. By the way,
when they’d cut the tubes out of a locomotive, those tubes
could be used again in a shorter boiler. First, though, they’d
put the tubes in a rattler, actually made out of old tubes or flues
itself. It would rotate and knock the scale off the inside of the
flues. After about thirty minutes in the rattler, the scale would
all be gone.’

Bill paused to reflect. ‘I know that Harry worked for Case
in Fargo, North Dakota. I don’t know whether he had the agency
or whether he worked for somebody who had it. Anyway, he gave me a
list of Case serial numbers arranged year by year. On one occasion,
Harry and a couple of other fellows were going to do some work for
George Hedtke on his 110-horsepower Case there at Davis Junction.
All three agreed to meet at Davis Junction on such-and-such a day,
which was a long time off. Nobody called anybody, but, on that day,
they all showed up there to work.

‘Woodmansee used to go to a show in LaMotte, Iowa,’ Bill
continued. ‘Justin Hingtgen had a big show there called the
Mississippi Valley Steam Power Show! He owned about thirty engines,
all in working order; there was no hauling in or hauling out. Harry
rebuilt Hingtgen’s forty-horsepower Avery for him. That engine
of Hingtgen’s weighed twenty-four tons! Harry had experience
with big Avery engines because he had helped Louie David rebuild
one just like it. Of course, no two engines are ever just alike.
You can take any two ‘identical’ engines, and you can’t
fire them alike. You can’t run them alike, either. Each engine
has its own peculiarities. Woodman-see understood that fact and
respected every engine as unique. He did tend to like Case engines
generally. He and I agreed that a Case looked more like what we
thought an engine should look like than some others. He told me
that a Case was an ‘assembled engine’ and would not wear
out as fast as engines of the bracket type.’

Bill laughed, ‘To Harry, really any make or model of engine
was a good engine, so long as it was well proportioned and well
maintained. Still, I believe he felt a special fondness for old
Case number 9, which was a twelve-horsepower engine he ran at
Whitbey’s Old Time Threshers and Sawmillers Reunion.’ The
look of exuberance on Bill’s face showed he was picturing
Woodmansee’s death defying hill-climbthe same stunt which the
J. I. Case Threshing Machine Company of Racine, Wisconsin, had
perfected for publicity in the steam era. ‘You know,’ added
Bill, ‘I was up there in Ohio someplace, and this great big
engine was parked there with a lot of men standing around it. I
drove past and said to myself, There was something wrong with the
engine; it didn’t look right.’ So I turned around and went
back to give it a closer inspection. It was the first time I ever
saw a turbine engine! It took extra steam pressure and had
thundering big gears! Well, I talked to the engineer some. Years
later, I went to Jim Whitbey’s show, and we recognized each
other. He was the test engineer on that turbine engine!

‘Whitbey once told,’ Bill related, ‘that, during
Roosevelt’s campaign one winter, they were stuck in Chicago
without an engine with a superheater to heat the cars. The railroad
called Whitbey. He was the only one close enough. They told him
they would have an engine all fired up and waiting for him in
Indiana. He scurried down to the station. Chicago told him,
‘Bring the engine on to Chicago. You’ll have a clear track.
All the crossings will be open. Just let it go. Bring it on up
here!’ Whitbey saw over a hundred miles per hour on some
stretches of that track! Woodmansee always wanted to be an engineer
on a railroad, but fate kept him from being on the right side of
the cab. He would have made an outstanding railroad engineer!

‘J. D. Roberts was a retired engineer off the Alton
Road,’ Bill went on, ‘and a native of Kentucky. He and I
got to be friends. He told me he was pulling this crack train of
theirs the Abraham Lincolnbut it suddenly locked up when
the pressure was stepped up to over three-hundred pounds per square
inch. They’d put the wrong oil in it! The steam going through
the superheater in the firebox burned up that oil. Roberts scooted
down the track about half a mile before coming to a stop!’ Bill
chuckled. ‘Anybody can make a mistake, although Woodmansee
seldom did.’

With his index finger tapping each syllable on the table, Bill
said, ‘I learned a lot from Woodmansee! He showed me how to use
a piece of old buggy axle with a stop-block to drive out old flues.
He was a working demonstration of how to listen to an engine. I
knew a fine engineer who had a sixty-five Case with a little bit of
a pecking sound in it peck, peck, peck. I said, ‘Jamb nut’s
a little bit loose on the valve.’ He said, ‘No, I think
it’s in the wooden block of the reverse.’ Sure enough, it
was the jamb nut.’

Bill shook his head. ‘You can’t tell some people. Now, a
governor valve only screws on; it doesn’t have a set key or
other arrangement to hold it fast. In the expansion and contraction
from changes in temperature, it falls off, after a time and the
engine stops right then and there. Half the people to whom this
happens don’t know what’s wrong. I heard an engine at a
show stop from that very cause. I let the thing sit there, while
the owner and the previous owner tried to figure out what had
happened. I finally told them, ‘Take that governor off there,
and there’s a valve in there which has dropped off that
stem’ ‘Couldn’t be!’ they said. ‘All right,
that’s not it, then,’ I said. Eventually, they asked me to
take off the governor for them. I used some brake fluid to loosen
up that dirty governor, got that governor off, and there it was a
loose valve!

The illustration above was sent in by Pierre Bos, ‘La
Cerisaie,’ 15 BD Die, F-13012, Marseille, France, and depicts a
1900 French’ locomobile.’

‘At another show,’ continued Bill, ‘I saw how the
water coming from the cylinder cocks on a locked-up engine was
clear. That fact meant that it wasn’t getting oil. I
volunteered to fix the problem, and the engineer said, ‘I
don’t know you.’ I assured him I wasn’t going to charge
him anything. ‘But I don’t know you,’ he said.
‘Whether or not you know me doesn’t matter, if I can fix
your engine,’ I said. So he let me try. I poured the tallow cup
full of cylinder oil, and I got him to open the throttle. It blew
the stuffing out from around the piston rod. That packing had been
in there since the engine was built! I had to refill that tallow
cup three times before the engine let loose.’

Inspired to laughter by the antics of some engineers, Bill
remembered, ‘There was an engine which wanted to run off at a
terrific clip all the time. ‘Say,’ said the man trying to
run the engine, ‘do you know what’s causing that?’
‘Where’d you get that engine?’ I asked. ‘Off a
sawmill.’ That’s all I needed to know.’ I said.
‘Right there’s your problem your engine has no valve in the
governor. The sawyer ran that engine from the sawmill and
didn’t want the governor to interfere.’ At another reunion,
an engineer was trying to line up his engine with a thresher.
He’d line up and line up and just couldn’t hit it. He
motioned me to come over. ‘Can you line this up?’ he asked.
‘I can, but I’m going to tell you how to do it. then you
can do it for yourself.’ I showed him how to sight along the
inside edge of the flywheel to the inside edge of the pulley on the
separator. Still, I don’t know how Woodmansee could do that
blindfolded!

‘I learned a lot from Harry Woodmansee, ‘ Bill
reiterated. ‘For instance, how to control the draft! I was at a
show in Maryland where the engineer had the front draft door hooked
wide open while he was running the engine hard. I knew cold air was
hitting the tube sheet and would start half a dozen flues to
leaking in no time. I thought, ‘I’m going to say something
to him, but I know he’s going to tell me a lie.’ So I said,
‘These engines sure seem easy to run.’ ‘Yeah,’ he
replied, ‘nothing to them!’ By the next morning, he was
rolling flues while an old-timer explained to him what he had done
wrong.

‘As far as being wrong goes,’ Bill admitted, ‘people
today don’t have a corner on that market. Mistakes were made
‘back when,’ too. I once saw a Kitten which had the rivets
ground down on the steam dome so the reverse lever could slide past
and not rub against them. I was standing there looking at it when a
man nearby shouted, ‘By God, I finally found it!’ ‘What
do you mean?’ I asked. ‘I finally found this engine! See
that dome? My daddy helped put that dome on, and they got it on
backwards! When my daddy came home that night, he said, ‘I
might have a job tomorrow, or I might not. We put a dome on an
engine backwards today.’ I’ve been looking for this engine
for years!’ Even factory employees could be wrong!

‘Many things about an engine,’ said Bill, ‘can fool
you, if you’re not careful. I knew a fellow in Kentucky who had
just washed out his boiler, and two rivet-heads had come out with
the water. He thought they’d rusted off and his boiler was no
good. He showed the heads to me. They had been cut off! When the
factory was making that boiler, the boilermakers saw that those two
rivets were bad, cut them off, and started over. Lessons like how
to know the difference between a rusted rivet and a cut rivet were
what Harry Woodmansse could teach.’

Patricia Ellis, Bill’s daughter, switched on the brass
chandelier. Outside, shadows were lengthening. ‘He visited me
once here in Kentucky,’ Bill remarked. ‘Harry had been down
in Tennessee looking for a sawmill. He, ‘Big John’ Limmer,
and I were planning to get together to go to Fargo to a show, but,
in the meantime, ‘Big John’ passed away. Now, Harry’s
gone. As Schrock said, they did right by him, bringing him to the
cemetery with a steam engine and blowing the whistle for him. Along
with him, a great deal of knowledge passed out of the world.
He’ll be remembered as an engineer who did his work quietly and
well. You couldn’t help but like and admire him!’