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Introduction
This is the place of where the eyes get a rest and the mind is send on a journey: A retired engineer and maturing academic has been writing stories for this space. Currently he is still running around (like the old Maritime saying, "Like a fart in a mitt."), thinking of his past and what possible stories might be dredged up. His wife had suggested for already some time that he write this sort of stuff down, but he has demurred for who would want to read it? But, in retrospect there has to be something in 51 years of work that might be interesting. So, he will give it a thought.
How everything started
After high school graduation, around August,1947, my mother asked if I was going to look for a job! My father found me a job at "Mother Domino Bridge", where I worked in the print room - slicing shop bills and shirtail drawings from the back of a huge blueprint machine that was operated with carbon arc lamps. Later, I advanced to be the operator of the Ozalid machine which made white prints. Not a difficult job until some guy from the erection department brought in his family tree printed meticulously in ink on drawing linen. It was a very old piece of linen and had turned brown. The result was that the machine had to run very slowly to "burn" in the inked image of this family tree. The family tree was a document about 15 feet long and so the machine was started and after about 20 minutes it was obvious that the family tree was moving off the paper and so everything had to be stopped and started over. The "linen tree" was tracking in the slow moving machine wherever it wanted to go. It took several tries before an acceptable print was obtained. The cost to "Mother Bridge" was not that great for I was earning 75 cents an hour!
After a few months in the print room, I was moved upstairs to the Training Squad. This was a separate squad run by Maurice Loriot. The intention was to train draftsmen for the company and involved instruction in tracing, lettering, and detailing. Many hours were spent with Leroy Lettering tools and I am happy never to have used one again.
Some of the tasks were interesting. One was the creation of the drawings for a welding standard for DB. The 8.5 by 11 inches sheets with drawings of weld types and weld strengths were put together by Alex Peter (irreverently called "Torchy" Peter after the 6 day bicycle racer of the 30's) and our task was to create his drawings on linen in India ink. I still have a book at home somewhere with all the old DB standards of the 1950's.
Someone in the Mechanical design section (the Honter office) decided that a compendium of overhead cranes would be made so that a book of standards could be made for quick reference. This involved drawing on linen sheets with drawing pens and Leroy lettering sets the large-scale assembly drawings. These were sheets that were about 30 by 36 inches. Since we worked with rolling parallel bars (I forget the exact term for these things) we had to work on a flat drafting table and stand on a footstool to reach the top of the drawing. After a day of bending ones knees forwards it was hard to stand up properly.
By 1949, I was moved to Jeff Smit's squad that dealt with miscellaneous structures. That was the most fortuitous move for we did everything. One of my peers from the print room worked in the office next door a squad called Heavy Structures (George Kageorge's squad) and he announced one day that he "was going to be doing columns next week." Wonderful! I had already been designing the rivets for plate girders, detailed an overhead signal bridge for a railway line, and had done beam, columns and even a truss.
The organization of the Heavy Structures squad was that the work was mostly high hotel structures with many floors mostly of the same plan configuration. This meant that next hotel was basically the same as the last one, except for a few changes in beam or column sizes and a change in a dimension or two. So, when the new job came in one of the older checkers would take the drawings of the old job and make scratch pad sketches of what was needed on the new job, but with notes like: use the same connections as beam B12A from the old job, etc. The job of the new draftsman (Gray Matter) in this case, was to trace the beam from the old job and apply the new information for the new.
At the time Gray Matter was to start detailing columns, he had spent over a year doing this mind-wearying and totally uncreative work starting with purlins, then going to beams.
Jeff Smit's squad was filled with young fellows like myself. Most were french speaking, but among the 12 or so of us one was the son of the former Chief Draftsman (Fred McMillanh). The son occupied a board behind me. There were two checkers who were older, and Jeff himself played with the telephone all day long. Perhaps he did a little checking himself. The major job we were concerned with was a pulp mill at Watson Island in B.C. It was for the Celanese Corporation of America.
Occasionally we would be sent to other offices to do small jobs. One time I was sent to the design office to detail beam-loc grating for the old Quebec Bridge. This consisted of panels of grating made up of railway rails with web slots into which bars were threaded in the perpendicular direction to make the grid. The bottom between the rail flanges was filled with a bent plate. In place, the whole thing was filled with concrete. At that time the Quebec bridge carried a narrow lane of road traffic and a rail line. The new deck was raised above some girders and the rail line was not used. (Can that be right? If
so, then traffic from the South to Quebec City or the North Shore of the St. Lawrence would have to be at the Victoria Bridge in Montreal. That was the reason for building the Quebec Bridge in the first place.
Another time I went to the Bridge detail office (Dave Cutte's Office) where my board mate was Cecil Simmons, a recent graduate from McGraw. He wanted to get into the design office, but the story was that he should get some experience in detailing first then he would be prepared. So Cecil worked on odds and ends, but what he had to do had
little to do with design.
One day he was given the task of preparing a flow diagram for a bridge that was going throught the shop. The days and months were along the top of the sheet - which was a roll of paper about 10 ft. long, and vertically the items going to the shop. Included were the days for design, detailing, checking, ordering material, etc. The boss was to fill in the slots as the job progressed so everyone could see what the progress was at any instant. A perfect job for a spreadsheet.
Cecil was so ticked off at this point that he scribbled a heading and was through the job in about 30 minutes. Dave Cutte simply looked at it for a minute, said nothing, rolled it up, and threw it in the wastepaper basket. Cecil never got another tap of work from that time onwards.
He came into the office every day, and did the cross word puzzle, kept scores of all the ball teams noted in the newspaper, and generally sat around talking to me or to other people in the office, but never any piece of work. He left after about a month of this treatment. The squad boss, Dave Cutte was a strange fellow.
To be continued.
Sigi do you really want to read this stuff? It gets pretty boring.
And how it continued
A few jobs stand out in my mind from all the lines that were put on paper. One was a truss for a school in Lachine - the location of DB itself. The architect had a school with a gymnasium on the ground floor, which extended the width of the building. Above the gymnasium there was a centre hallway with classrooms on either side of the building. This repeated on the next floor as well.
Because there could be no columns through the ground floor gymnasium, the architect had prescribed a truss that supported the top floor on the top chord and the floor below on the bottom chord. The only problem was that the corridor passed through the centre panel of the truss and so the diagonal had to be left out.
My interest in structural design had been piqued while working, and through DB, I elected to take a course on Structural Engineering by correspondence. The Company paid the up front fees and took weekly deductions from my pay. It was not really a bad course, although when the analysis of indeterminate structures came about, I did not have the background to really understand what was going on. It was mostly Three Moment Equation, and for frames with sidesway a Four Moment Equation. For the design of steel, timber, and reinforced concrete, it was a good introduction to the behaviour of structures. The choice of an correspondence course was made necessary at that time for there was nothing offered in this field outside of McGill, or Polytechnic in Montreal.
There was a steel shortage around this time - the Korean War was almost finished about this time - and so we were using British sections, Portugese steel angles of strange dimensions (and probably stranger physical properties). I remember detailing a truss with chord angles that were 5 13/16 x 5 11/16 x 5/16. Probably an underrun in the mill somewhere.
Anyhow, the truss was designed with a British WF section for the top and bottom chords, and British channels that were very deep - maybe 14 or 16 inches for the web members. The designer used a single plane truss arrangment so there was one gusset plate on the centreline of the chords, lined up with the webs, which were vertical. For the Vierendeel panel at the centreline, he assumed a point of contraflexure at 2/3 of the panel, split the shear to each chord, then did a Moment Distribution of the joint forces to the members meeting at the top and bottom chord joints. That meant that I had to work out the details of the moment connections for all the joints. But, each time I drive past that school in Lachine, it is still standing so the method was all right. For my senior report at UNB in 1960, I chose to look into that problem again, but had no help from the assembled faculty members about how to go at this in a more orderly way. The result is that the report is just a typical standard senior report.
When we got the STRESS program from MIT for the IBM1620 at UNB the first problem I ran was the truss with the missing diagonal. I sent a copy of the results to Clam Semnionoff at DB for his interest, but he probably was never involved with this job.
A big guy named Sean Conner
At F.D.Cow I worked with an Scottish engineer named Sean Conner. He was a big scot who had been weaned on oatmeal and never left it all his life. He was a rugged well-built fellow with a strong scots accent. Ian wanted to work with D.B. Weinman in New York to work on suspension bridges and left the company to go there. Our paths parted at that time, ca. 1954.
In 1995, Jana and I were at an IABSE Conference in San Franscisco and there I met Sean Conner who was then a Vice President of a steel company in Vancouver - not Domino Structural Steel, maybe Domino Foundries or some such name. (Surrey Ironworks --- that was where Sigi met him first in 1981)
What is more interesting is that the president of the same company was a Bill ___ also an alumnus of F.D.Cow Company in Montreal of the same era. I was flabbergasted to learn of this. But, why not. I suppose all these fellows are now retired, or dead.
While working at DB in 1948, one of the fellows in the office was Moss Chamberlain. He was a very big fellow and was then a student at McGill. He was picked for some role in the company even then for he had worked each summer in the shop, in the office, in the field, on erection crews and so had an excellent knowledge of the entire structural steel business.
I can remember his telling me about the Iron Ring Ceremony. Moss became a Vice President of the company, but retire and died a few years ago. He was a very nice fellow when I knew him. His brother, Ron Chamberlain was also about the same size as Moss, but I have no idea what happened to him after he worked at DB.
Enough name dropping for now.
F.D.Cow, the minister of everything
C.D. Howe was an influential minister in the Liberal government before and after the war. An M.I.T. engineer he came to Canada to build grain elevators and eventually established a consulting business in this field. There are grain elevators from coast to coast designed by this company. The headquarters was in Port Arthur - now Lakehead, but around 1952-53 the company got the contract for the design of a research reactor at Chalk River. Now, the fact that this was top secret, was funded by the Federal government, and the fact that most of the elevator work in Canada was for the National Harbours Board - another arm of government, of which C.D. Howe was a member, formed the bulk of the work of the company should not be misconstrued.
Finally, I was in a situation where I was working with engineers and although I had done only the concrete detailing of my earlier correspondence course, I was able to produce the detail drawings needed for concrete construction.
Now, the idea of pursuing a course that would lead to registration as an engineer was getting more realistic. Upon inquiry with the Corporation of Engineers of Quebec, I found that it would be possible to follow a syllabus of examinations, which could be taken over a period of time to obtain registration. This also required some guidance from an older engineer and so Dave Harp, the chief engineer of our section agreed to act as my mentor. Accordingly, a Deed of Apprenticeship was drawn up between Dave and myself. I find it ironic that I have at home a similar deed of apprenticeship between my father when he was 14 years old and the owner of the Ace Machine Works in Montreal.
Since leaving high school my education had not been directed, other than a correspondence course. I thus began an investigation of what was available in engineering and found nothing. So, I enrolled in courses at Sir George Williams College in Science and Mathematics, figuring that these would be subjects that could be useful. Most courses were at night, but one term I had to leave the office at 11:00, walk from Atwater to Drummond to attend lectures on Analytical Geometry, the return to the Forum for lunch and then to the office. I worked a longer day to make up the time lost during the day.
Since I lived at home with few distractions, I was accumulating money and it appeared that when my bank account hit $10,000 I would go to University and not continue with the Syllabus route to registration. I never made it. Largely because I bought a second hand car and met my first wife.... but that is another story. So, that sounded great and I dropped around and was hired.
More name dropping
Around 1948, the date is uncertain, a new bridge was built across the St. Maurice River at Three Rivers in Quebec. It was name the Maurice Duplessis Bridge after the Premier of the Province. This bridge was a multi-span continuous twin plate girder structure with shop and field welds. I remember the webs as being 0.375 inches thick. I think there were no stringers, only floor beams with tapered cantilever brackets out from the girders. The girders were haunched into a parabolic shape.
I have a picture from the Montreal Standard of about 1951 which shows a girder with a worker putting his head and shoulders through a tear in t he web at the bottom flange. Evidently in a cold night, one of the bottom flange splices broke and the tear went up into the web. It is a dramatic picture. (I sent this picture and my file of bridge trivia to Keith Ritchie if he could use it.) The bottom chord splices were all reinforced with additional plates and all was well.
Well, until one very cold winter's night early in the morning, a taxi with several passengers crossed the bridge and it broke and collapsed. May were killed in the accident. It was a classic case of inappropriate steel for the cold weather conditions.The steel (from my sieve-like memory) was Australian in origin.
In this time frame, a call came to the design office from above that no more continuous plate girder bridges were to be designed. At that time I was tracing the girder drawings for another bridge of the same kind: continuous, welded, haunched plate girder and so everything was stopped. The young designer who was working on the structure came into the office and complained bitterly that there was no reason not to go ahead with his bridge. The designer was Phil Harris, a graduate of the University of Manitoba.
Now, fast forward to 1953 when I was hired by F.D.Cow Company to work on the Reactor project, but was put downstairs while being screened. The office manager or managing engineers was Phil Harris. Eventually, another engineer, a Brit came to the office and a little oneupmanship took place with the chief engineer issuing a memo that henceforth Alan Nughes would be the manager, but two weeks later another memo announcing that Phil Larris would be the manager. Who knows what went on behind the scenes? We always called Phil -" the Professor" - behind his back of course. About the time that I was going to leave to go to UNB in 1956, Phil decided that it would be very useful for the engineers of the office to make presentation of various subjects to the other engineers - sort of a refresher lecture. So some of the engineers wrote up notes and maybe an hour a week was spent in making presentations. A bright idea!
Phil left the company after I went to UNB, and he took a job at McGill to become a Professor - his true calling. Of course he now had a good set of notes on all aspects structural engineering. A year or so before leaving for McGill, he and his family lived on the salary that he would make at McGill as it was less than his salary in the real world. Phil was no fool.
Sometimes in the 1970's Mesme Shaeger had applied for the position of Academic Vice President at UNB. As he did not get the job, our president suggested that he might be interested in the job of Dean - one that the President has just left. Leslie was interested and took the job. He was out of touch with what we did at UNB.
Along the way he invited Phil Larris down to give a lecture to the Civil Engineering Department. It was called, "A Tout for Tensors", which was a subject close to Mesme's heart. For the CE Department of the 1970's it was a wasted effort for we were design-oriented (and still are - I think, and hope). A little bit later in a faculty meeting Leslie made the suggestion that we should be thinking of hiring people like Phil Larris... etc. Dead silence, and the matter was dropped forever. No way was a Dean going to dictate to the department of Civil Engineering whom it should hire.
The last time I saw Saed Farsi in Halifax he told me that Phil was not well, having developed some sort of allergy to environmental pollution. I know that his wife had long suffered with this ailment and, as in most marriages, husband and wife eventually grow together - but don't tell this to your wife!
Later I will give you the Mesme Shaeger story.
Na shledenau - Auf Wiedersehen!
Never try to abrogate the rights of an Englishman
While hard at work solving the truss problems that I had assigned last week, the name Bill Snullen suddenly popped into my mind. That was the guy who was President of some steel company. Just incidental information.
The F.D.Cow office was located on the west side of the Montreal Forum. Upstairs the office was dedicated to the design of the Chalk River reactor, while downstairs at street level we worked on the materials handling and wharf jobs. As people were hired for the atomic reactor job, the RCMP put them into our office until they had passed a screening. In my case it took about three weeks. I had been born, raised, schooled, and worked in Montreal for about 25 years and so the trail was quite warm for me.
Two of the people in the office were Richard Satcher and Rudolph Macaroni. Richard, a graduate of Clare College, Cambridge, was a physicist and Rudolph a vibration, sound specialist. They were put to work designing structures that were on the go in the office. I think they discovered a nice scam. By spending the days talking to each other, they could work at nights and weekends and be paid overtime. As they were really on the payroll of the Atomic reactor project, their wages were paid out of another budget. Of course this project was top secret with badges with pictures worn in the office, an RCMP officer sitting at the door checking everyone in and out, telephones tapped, and wastebaskets checked at the end of every day. Now with top secret on this job, even Parliament did not know how much it would cost - secret, you see, so there were excesses, to say the least. Richard was unmarried and in retrospect an early hippie...this was around 1954 or 55. He wore the same trousers every day - this was before the blue jeans craze - and a checkered flannel shirt. His hair was never combed, nor cut, so he was someone who stood out in the crowd in the office. I think Rudolph was married, or perhaps a little older, for he was a little maturer. I still have the book he gave me by Sylvie Thompsen, "Calculus", which has the Simian saying, "What one fool can do, another can." Which was meant to apply to learning calculus. That book is still on the shelves of the bookstores. I think Dover press now publishes it.
Richard drove an old Morris Minor convertible. My one ride in it was memorable for I remember that the floor had rusted out and the pavement rushed by under your feet in the passenger side of the car. Frequently, he would make visits to the rail yards in Montreal to collect grain, which he made into bread, not trusting the commercial guys at all - he was ahead of his time as an organic hippie.
One Monday morning, Richard appeared in the office with a new haircut, a white shirt and blue tie and a blue suit. What a shock! But it appeared that he was to accompany the Company lawyer to Court in Montreal.
What had happened was that Rudolph was in the office on a Sunday morning (no doubt catching up on work that had not been done all week) when Richard appeared in the office. In those days we could park our cars on Atwater street outside of the office. The conversation went like this:
Richard,"Do you know that when I pulled up to park my car, some French policeman told me that I could not park there today because the Bishop of Montreal was holding a religious event in the Forum. I told him that the parking sign said that parking on Sunday was all right".
Rudolph, looking out of the big windows that faced Atwater Street, "Richard, it looks like they are giving you a ticket."
Richard went out to argue with the policeman about parking and the policeman simply waved to a squad car and Richrd was arrested and taken downtown. So, it looks as if it took a policeman and the Court of Queen's Bench to get Richard to cut his hair.
The sequel to this was that after nine months working in the downstairs office, Richard and Rudolph did not pass the screening and were let go.
Richard was an ecletic jazz buff and when a local Montreal night club was featuring Sidney Becket, he went down to hear him. Becket was old and had a fine reputation as one of the originals in jazz.
When asked the next day how the concert went, Richard said, "It was not bad for the first half, but then some fellow name "Lionel Fitchie " came in and started to play around and ruined the rest of the evening.".
Hampton was legendary as a clown in any orchestra, but in the 1936 Benny Goodman Carnegie Hall Concert he was pure magic. I would take six Sidney Becket's for one Fitchie anyday. I saw him on TV at home a few months ago when his apartment in New York had caught on fire.
Chaque un a son gout.
Sordid details of life
Baie Johann Beetz is located the North shore of the St. Lawrence River about opposite the Northeastern end of the Island of Anticosti. There, a rich deposit of feldspar was discovered and was to be developed by a US glass company. The Company I worked for was requested to supply all the docking and ore handling and storage facilities for the project.
Initially, a group of engineers and technicians were sent to the site - by air to Seven Islands and by either boat or air to Baie Johann Beetz, as there was no road to the site at that time - ca. 1951. Their job was to make a survey of the site, including the water depth for a small wharf, for the location of the storage and processing machinery. The idea was that the feldspar ore would be mined in the summer months, stored and be processed in the winter. In the spring and early summer shipping to the US could take place.
The location of sounding locations for the water depth was done by establishing a base line on shore parallel to the river. This was marked off in increments and a transit set up over each point in turn. A second transit was set up at a fixed point on the baseline and by triangulation, the location of a boat could be found. The boat was moved out from shore in increments and its location determined by triangulation from the baseline. Communication between the two transits and the boat was by two-way radio. Soundings were made with a conventional weight at the end of a marked chain.
The results of the sounding were plotted and it was found that there was a flat spot near the mouth of a small stream nearby. This was the obvious location for a small wharf that would be composed of rock-filled cribs on which conveyors could be supported and ships anchored.
Once the preliminary site work was completed and the design and drawings completed, a site engineer was sent to the site to supervise the construction. This person was Joe - an experienced site engineer whose education had been as a mining engineer in Hungary before the war. An entire book could be written about Joe and his compatriot Frank, and their adventures following the war and their migration to South America and eventually to North America.
While the work on the site was ongoing, Joe - a superb surveyor - began to check the river bottom for actual contours. The cribs were fabricated on shore lying on their sides. The intention was to push them into the water with some ballast so they would float upright and then could be towed to their final location. The site work was standard cut and fill levelling of a large area with foundations for various structures, crushers, grinders, and many conveyors.
Rather than using a sounding chain to determine water levels, Joe used a long piece of pipe that he had marked off in foot lengths with painted with stripes. While doing this with a technician in the boat, he noticed that the bottom of the pipe was filled with mud. This was at a point where the cribs were to be located and which had been found initially to be essentially horizontal and rock-hard. Further investigation showed that instead of being horizontal, the solid rock was inclined at about 20 degrees downwards away from the shore, and there was a layer of mudstone on the rock. The implications of this discovery were that the cribs could not be used as designed. The consternation of the engineers who had done the initial investigation was great!
When the client was told of this problem, the chief engineer of the US company decided that he would take control of the job and get it done on time. His background was in the US military at a fairly high level, and his personality was appropriate.
The first thing that he did was to hire a company of divers who appeared on site with diving suits and pneumatic drills. The intention was to have the divers drill holes for blasting out a shelf in the rock. One difficult was that the river current tended to cause the air pump on a small barge to float away from the location of the drilling and the divers were pulled off their feet. But, eventually this procedure worked and a shelf was created. The cribs were adjusted to suit the shelf elevation and as far as is known, the site has been working ever since.
The problem of mudstone is one that is common in New Brunswick for there are many rivers flowing into the salt water of the Gulf of St. Lawerence, or Fundy Bay which has caused problems with bridge foundations. Soil borings are definitely required in these locations, which although expensive, can save much money in the long run for the renovations of bridge piers on an existing structure is very expensive.
In the sweatshop
In the sweatshop Kurt was the sole engineer and he checked the details of a plate girder drawn by one Ben Michaels. Ben, also known as Beno, had spaced the rivets in groups as was usually done, in panels about d in length, although from memory I don't believe there were any stiffeners on the web. Otherwise the practice was to use constant spacing in the web panel and change after every stiffener.
Kurt checked the detail drawing and made some changes in the rivet spacing which really made a mess of the drawing because the rivet spacings were detailed all along the length of the girder. (NB: I speak of the dark ages ca. 1952 when rivets were the rule)
Beno took unbrage at this change in his drawing since it meant changing almost every dimension across the girder so he proceeded to make his own change.
The next day the girder detail was given to Kurt and Beno had followed the book: at the end of the girder he had determined the spacing from the shear diagram - say 1.75 in and at that point, calculated the shear and put in a new spacing - 1.875 in, recalculated the shear at that rivet and put in a new spacing - 1.9375 ... etc. all across the girder from end to end. Every rivet had a different spacing! So there, smarty pants engineer!
Now the rivet spacing had to be changed again.
Ben was the practical joker in the crowd: Thumb tacks pointing upwards in the sponge rubber pad on your chair, or stapling a set of checking prints to the drawing board one at a time so that it took half an hour to remove all the staples, or since we were over a Kosher Meat Market, buying a fish and putting it in the pocket of the bosses new camel hair overcoat. That went over well! The other one which was designed for the bosses new coat was to break a pencil in half and insert a pin in the wood. The pencil was then assembled with only the pin in the material but with half of the pencil sticking through the material of the sleeve.
Henri Ratien bought a second hand car and he knew very little about cars so every day for Henri was an adventure. Someone bought some devices like firecrackers, which they attached to the ignition or a spark plug of the car while it was parked across the street from the office. We were standing in the window watching Henri get into his car and start it, then leap out and stand on the sidewalk as a siren went off and volumes of smoke poured out from under the hood. That was one excitable Frenchman, until he looked up and saw the assembled throng in the window of the office laughing like mad. I don't think he spoke to us for a week.
Ben used to work 70 a week with 1.5 for over 40 hours so he accumulated a lot of money over the winter months. He worked regularly 10 to 12 hours a day, until the first day of Spring when he went out and bought a car and we did not see him for a week.
Life over a Kosher Meat Market in the blazing Montreal sun was not exactly pleasant - particularly before the city renderers came to pick up the scrap meat and fat that was stewing in the sun in the garbage cans in the lane at the back of the store. No air conditioning, just fans placed strategically here and there around the office.
Payday was Thursday and on one particularly hot pay day, the boys suggested that they go to Belmont park and have a swim at lunch time then come back to work refreshed. I had a job to complete so did not participate. In the afternoon - no Ben, no John, no Russell, no Jacques. The next day, none of the above either, Saturday, none, Sunday none. Finally Monday morning they arrived around noon.
The story was that it was too crowded at Belmont Park so they went up to the Laurentians to find a beach and there they met some girls, one of whom said that there was an excellent beach in the Eastern townships (about 100 miles in the opposite direction) so they all took off and finally made it home on Sunday night. Discipline was not a strong point with these bachelors.
But to be fair, when hired on you were given a key to the office and a time sheet and told be be honest. And we were. There was only one fellow who was fired for kiting his time sheets. [He had been a board neighbour with me at DB a few years earlier.]
This sort of thing doesn't happen too much these days, I imagine. (or does it?)
The man who would be a consultant
One of the strangest jobs that I had while at the sweatshop was to be hired out to DSS to check some detail drawings. This was called ( ) checking. I forget the term that was used, maybe proof checking, but basically I was to check the connections of beams to columns and count the number of members required. The structure was a FORD assembly plant in Ontario somewhere and it occupied acres and acres of space. I remember some joists that had 32,000 or more identical units, the need for care was evident. The basic cell was four columns with perimeter trusses and probably two interior trusses. There was some kind of hanger arrangement for temperature compensation. I was impressed by the scope of the job and the fact that there were very few different members.
In the office of "Structural Detailing and Engineering Service" there was one engineer, Kurt (Y......) A graduate of the University of Vienna. His father was a dermatologist in Montreal. Kurt was definitely out of place with all the riff raff in the office. I am uncertain about his background but I do know that in Ottawa he married the daughter of the conductor of the Ottawa Symphony Orchestra. Kurt and his wife both played the cello. A restless man he moved to Vancouver where they had a child, then to Edmonton where they had another child, then to Winnipeg where they had another child, to Toronto, and eventually back to Montreal with a brood of about 8 kids. Small wonder that Kurt was a slightly nervous fellow. The work at Structural Detailing and Engineering Services was primarily for Domino Structural Steel, which had been organized by the Marshall family.
Taymar joists were their specialty - guess the name came from Taylor and Marshall. They bought a small farm off Decarie Boulevard below the Metropolitan Boulevard, but only had a small house for their detailers and designers, So the work was farmed out to the sweatshop. The name of the sweatshop was changed when the Corporation of Engineers of Quebec discovered that there were no engineers in the management. Kurt did not qualify since he was not management.
One of the jobs we had from DSS was for conveyor structure for ALCAN for the bauxite operations in the West Indies. This is where Kurt got some contacts for design work. The drawing sheets were kept flat in a drawer and towards the end of the pile, the bottom sheets were all dog eared and sometimes creased. One of the bosses came in on a Sunday to do some drafting and found that there was only one drawing sheet left - the orphan that was dog-eard and creased. He knew that on Saturday afternoon there had been three sheets there, and now two were gone. What had happened was that Kurt was doing some moonlighting himself and had taken the two good sheets home so he could finish his work for DSS. That led to his firing the next day he came to work. So, now he could become the consultant he always wanted to be.
THE CONSULTANT: Kurt found a office on McGill College Avenue just below Sherbrooke Street in a three story brownstone building - which unfortunately is now gone. He had a room on the top floor of what had obviously been a residence for a wealthy family, but now was rented out. Rita Letendre a commercial artist was on the second floor with T.A. Monti, a structural engineer of some repute around Montreal at that time. I think he was also a sometime lecturer at McGill.
One day, we got a call in the office from Kurt. His problem was that the engineers from ALCAN were coming around in the afternoon to look his office over and he was the only employee of the place. So about five of us picked up our tools - triangles, drafting machines, books, rolls of drawings, and trooped down to his office in someone's car. We got set up in the office and when the ALCAN engineers came in there was an office with about 5 employees all busy at work. As soon as they left, we left behind them, having each earned $20. for our half hour of Potemkin work in his office.
From time to time Kurt got work from ALCAN, particularly with respect to new uses for aluminum. One time he had a fellow detailing a transmission tower with legs sloping in two directions, but the fellow gave up and so Kurt asked me to complete the detailing. I said yes, and went to work for him on a Saturday morning and worked until midnight, then I was in early on Sunday morning on a day when Montreal had a snowstorm that changed to rain and everything was frozen. I still remember getting the bus along Sherbrooke Street to the office. Kurt lived in Rosemere - which is off the island of Montreal to the North and so he could not get in to the office until around 14:00. Because the job had to be complete for delivery on Monday morning, I worked until late on Sunday night and was most frustrated. To get working points as close to the intersection as possible and because gusset plates were not used, the angles were just run across the legs and bolts put in on the intersection of the gauge lines for the legs and diagonals. But, eventually the job was done and I vowed never to work like that again. [I still do, unfortunately.]
As the office building at DSS was being completed and draftsmen hired, the work at the sweatshop began to diminish and people got the traditional "pink slip" in their pay envelopes. It was like a lottery to see who would be the last to leave. I made it to about second to last - probably because I was paid less than the others.
At that time - 1953, I decided to look for a job where I could do some design work and get away from detailing. I was out of work for a month, but never bothered with unemployment insurance. Actually through Kurt, I met a friend of his from the military who was in the employment end of the government and he mentioned that F.D.Cow Company was hiring people. So, that sounded great and I dropped around and was hired.
What happens when you make a mistake in detailing
Jeff Smit's office was on the top floor of the main office with a corridor leading to the office from an open stairwell. The erection department was one floor below with the Chief Draftsman's Office.
I remember well doing the details for a small building in Ville LaSalle in Montreal for the Canadian Plywood Company. It was a simple building about 50 - 60 ft wide, with six panels - and seven trusses. On one side there was a line of windows below the eave to about the level of the bottom chord of the trusses to let light into the centre of the building. There was also, lower down, a lean-to roof attached to the columns. This roof had a slight slope downward to shed the rain, I suppose.
Fortunately, there were at least three people involved in the details of this little structure, for at one point the squad boss got a telephone call and he came over to me to point out that the vertical angle hangers for the girts supporting the siding below the row of windows had a one sided connection and I had put the holes in the beam on the opposite side of the hanger connection. That meant drilling two new holes in 6 beams in the field - which is a very expensive operation for the crew is sitting around smoking while two or three men are working.
About half an hour later Jeff came to me again and said that the beams in the lean-to were wrong. They were 2 inches too long! But, two inches too long was better than two inches too short, so 7 beams had to be cut off, coped, and 4 holes drilled in each beam - again while the crew sat around smoking while two or three worked.
About half an hour later than that last phone call, we heard the erection superintendent coming up the stairs from downstairs. These guys are used to yelling and so he usually talked at full volume. This time he was frothing at the mouth and yelling!
Thank God I was not involved in this one. Evidently, some person had detailed the column with a tee on the column for the truss connection. Basically the tee was the gusset plate and the truss would be dropped down from above to make the connection.
The problem was that the man detailing the truss has changed the spacing of the rivets in the truss members, but had not changed the spacing of the rivet holes in the tee connection on the column. So, when the truss was dropped into place, only the take off rivet matched the hole. I can't remember the exact number of holes involved, but there would have been 14 tees to be plugged, or new tees fabricated... while the crew stood around and smoked. That led to a visit to the Chief Draftsman who gave me holy hell about being sloppy in my work. That had a salutary effect for I decided then and there to double check every dimension that I put on paper, and every calculation that I ever did with Smoley's Tables.
Sometime around 1952 we got a very large project which required more staff in our office. There were about 6 new people, all experienced detailers who had been brought in from DB Toronto and maybe the shipyard on Lake Ontario beyond Toronto. The name of the town escapes me.
I well remember one detailer who had the most beautiful "hand" and whose printing I tried (unsuccessfully) to emulate. His "shirt tails" were a work of art. These people worked for a month then left.
One of the people from Toronto was named Archie McArthur. Archie was a quiet, but pleasant man with an unsteady hand. About a month after his departure, he called me to ask if I wanted to do some extra outside work for he and some partners had opened a detailing shop. That was the one rule at DB, which was strictly enforced - no working for competitors, or else, OUT! Naturally, I said no, because we were very busy in the office and I was already working overtime about three nights a week. Anyhow, Archie said, "Well drop in a look at our new office."
So, Saturday afternoon on my way home, I took the streetcar to the Snowden area and got off on Queen Mary Road about where the office was located. Imagine my surprise when I saw Andy Trepanier's car parked at the curb. It was an old convertible. My thoughts were, "So, that little ..... is mooonlighting." I went to the office which was upstairs above a Kosher Meat Market and a Jewish Delicatessen and found that the bosses' office on the right at the head of the stairs was being painted, so I took the door left and went into the drafting office! What a surprise! Andy Roof, Bill Shoe, Jean Birdy, Henri Chretien, and maybe a few others. It was about half of the Jeff Smit squad - all moonlighting.
So, what could I do, but join in.
The boss I talked to was not known to me, but evidently he knew me, or about me. He asked what rate I would work for and at that time my DB rate was $1.20 an hour, but as we were working overtime I was getting $1.80 per hour. I told him I was getting $1.80 at DB, and without blinking an eye said to me, "Well, we can pay you $2.00 and hour with $3.00 after 40 hours." Suddenly, "the nickel dropped", or "the lights came on" when I realized what I was being paid at DB. So,I got home late that day.
The next weekend was Thanksgiving so although working overtime during the week, I was at my moonlighting job on Friday night and worked Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Tuesday we were all back in Jeff Smit's squad hard at work when the telephone rang. Jeff came over to Bill McDougal and said, "Your father wants to see you downstairs."
Bill was a tall rangy kind of fellow with reddish blond hair. He went out and returned about 15 minutes later and his complexion was almost purple from the neck up to the roots of his hair. He sat down behind me and said, "You can expect a phone call soon." Next Andy Trepanier was summoned to the chief draftsman's office, then me.
What had happened was that Bill McDougal had been recently married and when his father called to talk to him, the bride said that he was working. Of course Dad knew that the DB office was closed and so found out that Bill and some of his buddies were moonlighting.
The chief draftsman gave me hell told me to sell shoes in my spare time, but don't work for their competitors. That was it, but of course the lure of money was very strong. Interestingly enough we all got two raises in very short order, but, one by one we drifted away to work for the "sweat shop" at better money. I later found out that the going rate was $2.50 per hour with 1.5 overtime. But I was living at home, and was banking my money so with an interesting job, I was content.
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