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What Happened to Fred?Posted Tuesday, January 19, 2010, at 3:45 PM
"Telephone Operator huh? Why, if you were a man I'd squeeze the cider out of your adam's apple."
Although I was stifled early in my attempts to find much about Fred on the web, my search led me to a piece of local history that I knew nothing about. Consequently, I spent a couple of hours trying to learn something new. One of the headlines I found from the Pittsburg Press, dateline Linton, Indiana, on April 30th, 1919 stated "Truce Made Pending Phone Strike in Indiana". On April 29th, 1919, the Gettysburg Times had a headline that read "Martial Law in Indiana Town -- Striking Telephone Operators Caused Trouble in Linton on Monday Night -- State Troops Called -- Mob Held Mass Meeting. Smashed Windows in Telephone Building. Want More Pay and Shorter Hours. The Hartford Courant headlines from April 29th of that same year announced "Shots Fired in Telephone Strike Riot In Indiana". Now we're talking, shootings in downtown Linton, this sounded interesting. The Hartford Courant article went on to say, "About fifty shots were fired by state militia troops this afternoon in breaking up a demonstration by sympathizers of the girl operators of the New Home Telephone Company here, who have been on strike for several days." Oh boy, the Indiana State Militia was firing shots in downtown Linton, now that is history and I was pretty well pumped up for a good story. Further searching reveals a Chicago Tribune story "Call Out Troops in Girl's Strike - Linton (Ind.) Miners Attack Substitute Telephone Operators". Hey that's more like it; the Linton miners are attacking women telephone operators. Finally I found a wealth of information from a story written by Donald Edward Jones, Butler University, dated in 2008. Mr. Jones' very well written article is titled "The Battle for Linton: Radical Hoosier Women's Engagement of the Indiana National Guard during a General Strike". (First thought that went through my head; I wonder if he is related to Fred.) To summarize what had happened in Linton at this time, let me say that several telephone operators walked off their jobs demanding better hours and a higher wage. The citizens of that great city of Linton threw their support behind these beleaguered belles and started a general sympathy strike throughout all of the area's businesses, including the coal mines. Then the New Home Telephone Company sent in replacement operators and the scene in town became a little nasty. Consequently, Governor Goodrich sent the National Guard to restore the peace. According to Mr. Jones' article, "Goodrich clearly believed that Linton's rank and file had fomented a revolutionary general strike, thus he issued a "Proclamation Declaring Martial Law," which said, in part,"
'Whereas, There now exists within the city of Linton, Greene County, Indiana,...a state of riot and lawless insurrection against the laws of the state of Indiana involving frequent and continued breaches of the peace, and destruction of property and personal injury to peaceable and law-abiding citizens . . . I, James P. Goodrich . . . hereby proclaim martial law throughout said city. . .'
This wasn't just a little show of force, not at all, according to Mr. Jones, "five companies of militia were sent to Linton in Greene County to halt rioting and demonstrations resulting from a strike of operators of the Home Telephone Company ..." (This revolutionary attitude is precisely why I moved across the river.) Mr. Jones lists the following ladies as the operators who had walked out of the job with their demands: "Thelma Anderson, Edna Craft, Myrtle Tincher, Veda White, Roberta Chapman, Lila Howe, Mae Froescheke, Margaret Browning, Madge Porter, Hazel Clausheld, Ester Arprister, Martha Pope, Gladys Campbell, and Ruby Slinger." Quite possibly some of you may know one or more of these women or even be related to them. Let me tell you this, these striking sisters were successful in getting their hours reduced from 9 to 8 hour days and also received a 40% raise. Nothing like walking softly and carrying a big picket sign. Mr. Jones goes on to say that "Miss Maude Sherb, the ex-chief operator who refused to honor the pickets, was fired as per the union's demand." Not sure what happened to Maude as a result of this firing, but I'd bet a dollar to a doughnut that she was probably making her phone calls from out of this area code. (They probably didn't even have area codes back then, did they?) I never did find anymore about Fred Jones beyond that first line that I read from the New York Times' United Press report that stated, "Fred Jones, a miner, was shot in the head when the troops repulsed an attack against them near the telephone building. He will live." I guess that's all we need to know. Do you think that maybe he's related to the Mayor? Comments Showing comments in chronological order [Show most recent comments first] |
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If there was a communication crisis in Linton today, do you think the Mayor would send in Rodney and his troops??
Nice story, Kinda reminds me of the telephone office that was in Marco, Except we only had Mildred and half the time you had to go down and ask her to turn on the switchboard. All in All, Those were the good ole days when you had those two dry cell batteries sitting in the corner. Our Ringy Dingy was 2 longs and a Short.
Here I was concerned about inciting another riot in downtown Linton and only two people responded. My how the attitudes have changed over the years. The Miners have mellowed out.
The new pic made me chuckle, but I really don't feel like rioting. Kind of surprised you didn't hear from our favorite former telephone operator. (And I don't mean Ernestine.)
I just thought the new pic was the reaction of a couple of ladies when Wigs comes back for a second date.
The number of comments in response to a post are in little way representive of its quality.
Some of the poorest written blog posts I've ever stumbled across were constructed with the sole intent of generating comments regardless of subject matter and nature of replies.
For example, a post is written with little thought or reason, several blanket statements, and generally in an extreme left or right politcal bent. All of which to fuel the ire of its respective opposition, and subsequently populate the comment section with equally thoughtless drivel.
Hooray for a bunch of people talking loud and saying nothing!
Keep writing, Old Simmons. These little tidbits of history decorated with your unique brand of humor provide for a nice warm cup of informative comic relief on these cold and gloomy January weekdays.
Thanks, Hedley, you just made my day. I spit coffee through my nose laughing at that one!
How many phones did Linton have back then, about twenty?
And, by the way, Hedy Lamarr should be banned from blogs forever for his insensitive remark.
It's not Hedy, it's Hedley. Hedley Lamarr
By the way Wigs, "What's a dazzling urbanite like you doing in a rustic setting like this?"
Didn't have a dime!
Now who can argue with Wiglund(Everyone). I think were all indebted to Simmons for stating what needs to be said. I am particulary glad that these lovely readers are here to read this. Not only is all this literary gibberish but it expresses the courage little seen in this day and age.
I didn't get a harrumph outta Wigs.
Ooh, baby, you are so talented!
And they are so *dumb*!
I have to harrumph. I'm a triskaidekaphobiac.
Whoa, there's a tongue-twister. I dare you to say triskaidekaphobiac 13 times real fast.
What does a harrumph have to do with a fear of the number 13? Just a little confused... And no, I didn't know the definition. I had to google it. By the way, good article Simmons, well put and unbiased.
My post above was #13, Wigs, being the cowardly chicken that he is, simply could not stand having 13 posts, so he put in a 14th to defeat the curse.
As far as Harrumph! goes, do a Google on "quotes from Blazing Saddles."
SnakePlissken...I heard you were dead?