Judge, 1925-08-29 · page 19 of 36
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"em. First Forp Workman (despairingly)—Here we arz making more of Seconp Forp Workman—Let’s leave the pistons out of a couple of *em, just for a joke. Frolic and Fancy at the Ford Factory by Don Herold T woutp be funny if somebody I with a sense of humor should go to work in the Ford factory. Everybody there now is impressed with the divinity of the Ford car and with the importance of making his $7 a day (or whatever they pay the help now). If somebody should get in there who would rather have some fun than to get his $7, he could throw the Ford factory off for six or eight months. He might hide a keg of nuts and it would take the Ford organization months and months to make Fords come out even, like bread and butter and jam. He could omit a connecting rod and somewhere down the assembly line there would occur a clot like the line-up at the Forty-second street ferry on a holiday. Everybody in the Ford factory has to believe. If a Ford laborer should have a momentof doubt—a fleeting thought, “Why all these Fords?”—and let a half dozen crankcases pass by with- out giving them the particular widgets he is supposed to supply it might ruin Henry Ford. It is an amazing comment on human submissiveness that nobody among the thousands and thousands who have worked in the Ford mills has ever decided to have a day's sport at balling up the works. Now and then a printer (for printers are philosophers) has slipped a typographical error into a news- paper which has shocked the sensi- bilities of thousands of readers, but nobody has ever put a firecracker into a Ford. Fords all come out Fords. It seems that all Mr. Ford has to do to get piston rings into his car is to hire somebody to put piston rings into it. History does not record that a Ford piston ringer has ever paused in the middle of the afternoon and said to himself, “Piston rings! Hell!” There is always some bad boy in every schoolroom to defy the teacher’s assumption of the divinity of schoolroom routine and discipline, but we have had no instance of any- (Continued on page 29) The pedestrian was here first. but 20 was the Indian. Sitting up with a sick friend. *