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Pipe Smoking May Waste Time, But It Pays Off in Serenity

March 27, 1955: ‘Cheaper by the Dozen’

Posted on March 29th, 2009 – 6:12 PM
By Ben Welter

The Minneapolis Tribune’s Trygve Ager traveled to Madison, Wis., to interview Lillian Gilbreth, the matriarch of the “Cheaper by the Dozen” family popularized in books and movies. A renowned efficiency expert and ergonomics pioneer, Gilbreth is credited with inventing an early version of the electric mixer, shelves inside refrigerator doors and the foot-pedal trash can.

SAYS (WOMAN) EFFICIENCY EXPERT

Pipe Smoking May Waste Time,
But It Pays Off in Serenity

By TRYGVE AGER
Minneapolis Tribune Staff Writer

MADISON, WIS. – Pipe smokers may well be the world’s greatest wasters of time (filling the pipe) and motion (keeping it lit), but this is to let them know they have a distinguished efficiency expert sticking up for them.

What’s more, the expert is a woman: Mrs. Lillian Moller Gilbreth, 76, heroine of the popular book and movie called “Cheaper by the Dozen,” president of a firm of consulting engineers, holder of many honors and awards for her pioneering in the complicated field of time and motion studies.

 
  Lillian Gilbreth

As Knapp visiting professor in mechanical engineering, she is conducting two seminar courses at the University of Wisconsin this semester, and – in her own quiet way – she’s living it up.

“I’M ENJOYING this immensely,” she said the other day as she sat in the simply furnished office assigned to her in the engineering building. She is tall, gray-haired, plain faced and a lively conversationalist.

“Besides my contacts with faculty and students, my work here gives me an opportunity to get out and speak to groups here and there and to see how the university, business and industry can help each other.”

A few minutes earlier she had been talking about labor-management problems with a visitor from India. There had been a question about Cyrus Ching, she said , and she had ventured the opinion that Ching’s success as a conciliator was at least in part due to his practice of lighting his pipe, settling back in his chair and exuding friendliness.

“PIPE SMOKING seems to have a calming effect, both on the smoker and others. It’s an outward sign of inner serenity, and I think it’s important to keep serene in this day of terrific upheaval.

“My husband smoked a pipe, as do some of my sons, but pipe smoking would never be my source of serenity. I prefer playing the piano or reading.”

Mrs. Gilbreth also put in plugs for thinking and new leadership.

“In my seminars here,” she said, “the main objective is to get the students to think. One group is composed entirely of senior engineers. I have them read stimulating books and submit reports to start off free-for-all discussions. The one thing we’re concerned about is getting them to think while they read and while they talk.”

Another seminar course has nine graduate engineers and nine commerce college graduates. It tackles a wide range of problems, foreign and domestic, and Mrs. Gilbreth, who has traveled extensively about the world for the past five years, contributes generously to this discussion.

“IN A SENSE, we’re trend watchers,” she said, “but of course the important thing is to get people to think, even though they’re only watching chickens.

“Right now the university is being invaded by the scouts of industry who are looking for young blood for their companies.

“I think we all – and this goes even for newspaper reporters out traveling about the country – should always be on the lookout for new leaders, for young people with a new slant on things.

“WE DON’T WANT these young people to think the past was perfect. We don’t want them to sit here and let the world go to pieces.”

Mrs. Gilbreth is a graduate of the University of California and has Ph.D. degrees from Brown and Rutgers universities.

She married Dr. Frank Gilbreth, an engineer, in 1904. When he died in 1924, she continued his work as industrial management engineer. She also finished the job of rearing a large family.

Eleven of the 12 Gilbreth children still are living; all of these are married and all are prospering, says Mrs. Gilbreth, now grandmother of 27. The youngest child died at the age of five of diphtheria.

“THE CHILDREN didn’t tell of her death in the book, ‘Cheaper by the Dozen.’ “ said Mrs. Gilbreth. “They had described my husband’s death, and they felt one tragedy was enough.”

For about 10 years, up to 1948 when she supposedly “retired,” Mrs. Gilbreth taught industrial management at Purdue university. Since then she has traveled widely.

“This freedom and independence that comes when one’s children are on their own, and doing all right, is something for a parent to look forward to,” she remarked.

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1868 Murder Over A Pipe

Photographs and memories: Reports tell of a murder in Terrebonne

Bill Ellzey
Published: Wednesday, March 25, 2009 at 11:14 a.m.

“I beg leave to inform you of another atrocious murder, which was committed on Saturday night at ten o’clock, at a democratic ball which was given at Mr. Eloi Theriot’s plantation, twelve miles from Houma, in a sugar-house.”

So began a letter to Republican Louisiana Governor H.C. Warmoth, written in 1868, but reconsidered during Congressional investigations nearly 10 years later.

“It appears that a colored orator named Gordon, and a white man, named Davis, who came from New Orleans some three weeks ago to go round the parish making speeches for the democrats, with some men from Houma, went out to Theriot’s on Saturday evening to hold a meeting.

“After the speaking was over they had a ball (dance), and, after dancing a short time, a young man from this town, named Anatole Lagarde, stepped up to a colored man, a radical, who was smoking and quietly looking on, not dancing, for he buried one of his children a few days before.

“Lagarde knocked his pipe out of his mouth, when Alfred Crump, the man who was killed, said to Lagarde that the pipe was not his, but belonged to another colored man, and … asked him a dollar for it.

“A few words ensued, when Lagarde deliberately pulled out his pistol and shot Crump through the heart. Crump bent forward and fell dead without a word, and poor fellow, leaves a wife and three children to mourn his loss.”

The writer of the Aug. 31, 1868 letter, Terrebonne parish Judge Alexander Johnston, knew the victim personally:

“There never was in history a more cruel murder then the one mentioned. The deceased was a quiet, inoffensive man, and industrious to his family.

“I can assure you of this, for I had him in my employ in Houma over six months, and he was a sober, steady man. There was no altercation between him and Lagarde, and, in fact, I don’t believe they knew each other.”

Johnston said he had feared just such an incident. “Now, sir, this is just what I have (expected) for some time. The democrats are hiring speakers to go through our parish and address the colored people, and get up those balls at which they have whiskey, (and such) in abundance…

“I saw a subscription ~ is a few days ago, where two of our large planters had subscribed $250 each, and many other smaller sums, for carrying on the fall campaign, to give just such balls, and pay their speakers, etc.”

Johnston had handled the case as parish judge. “I issued warrants for Legarde as soon as I heard of the murder, and sent the deputy sheriff right off to Thibodeaux, where we supposed he went after he committed the horrible deed.

“I am afraid we will have more of such unless you will, in your executive capacity, give us some positive instruction to prevent such bloody deeds in future.

“The description of Lagarde is as follows: He is about eighteen years old; slim form; about five feet four or five; curly black hair; clean face, rather sharp; dressed in black. We will do best we can to arrest him.”

Two other reports of Crump’s death also were included in the published record.

Patrick O’Harra, who published a weekly newspaper in Houma after the Civil War, corroborated Johnston’s account of Alfred Crump’s death in most particulars:

“I was intimately acquainted with him, and knew him to be a peaceable, quiet, and inoffensive man. It seems that … Scott Gordon and … Davis went into the parish of Terre Bonne in the service of the democratic party.

“While there they went to Bayou Delarge … (and) invited this Alfred Crump to go to the meeting. As he had lost his child a few days before, he refused to go.

“They prevailed on him that evening to go to the ball. … While standing there one Le Garden came up to him and knocked his pipe, which he was smoking, out of his mouth.

“Crump remarked that the pipe cost him a dollar, and made some other remarks in reference to the act, whereupon Le Garden drew his revolver and shot him. They were standing so close together that the powder burnt Crump’s shirt.”

Another report was written by R.W. Francis: “on Saturday last, August 29, 1868, a young man, well known to me, by the name of Anatole Legarde, shot and killed a colored man by the name of Albert Crump, at the canebrake, in the parish of Terre Bonne, while at a public meeting of colored men.”

Nothing in the published account of Crump’s death, or the list of similar crimes reported from all over Louisiana, indicated whether Lagarde was ever captured and tried for Crump’s death.

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Pipe dreams and the freedoms afforded us in our Constitution

From SouthCoastToday.com

Pipe dreams and the freedoms afforded us in our Constitution

The “International Herald Tribune” in California published a report saying that a law took effect on January 9 barring smoking inside of government subsidized apartments with shared walls and ceilings. One 72 year-old woman, a smoker who lived in a retirement complex called Bonnie Brae Terrace was outraged, saying that little by little her freedom was being taken away. The ban had been organized by a group of retirees from her own complex who lobbied the city to stop second-hand smoke from drifting into their apartments by neighbors who smoked. The reactions from smokers and non-smokers was amazing and each side had valid points about what they should and should not be able to do in the privacy of their own homes.

My mind suddenly flashed back to the days that I visited my Grandfather Whitty and how I loved the aroma of the tobacco in his pipe while he sat in his chair and enjoyed his Sunday company. I never took my eyes away from him as he tapped his pipe gently. We bought him a can of tobacco from Adams’s Drug Store on South Main Street for every occasion and I cannot remember him without his pipe until he passed away at age 93. He lived in a tenement house on Bradford Avenue and I’m wondering what he would have said if he was told to give up his pipe. First of all, he came here from Ireland at an early age and worked fourteen hours a day in the mills. He came here for better opportunities and for the freedoms afforded in America. I know he would have shown them the door but out of pride and respect different living arrangements to suit him would have been made immediately. Reminiscing about these pipe dreams prompted my girlfriends and I to start thinking back to when we were in third grade at St. Mary’s Cathedral School. We prayed for the conversion of Russia at the age of nine. We remember our teacher, Sister Mary Faber, R.S.M., telling us that in some Communist countries children of our ages were made to tell authorities if their parents were doing or talking about something that was against the government and how such someone’s words could innocently jeopardize their families. We wondered jokingly if a nine-year-old in the year of 2009 would squeal if he/she caught someone smoking who shouldn’t be. They definitely would, and they would enjoy every minute of it, we decided. Most of us know by now that cigarettes are not good for out health but, it is legal. Many of us have live in tenements , apartments or condos. In my earlier years we were taught to be kind to our neighbors and to mind our own business. We didn’t know who smoked.,, had a cat or whatever. We respected our neighbors’s privacy and ways of life. But rules change everyday . California is home to our strictest anti-smoking laws and we can only imagine how these new laws will affect us at a later time.

Meanwhile, let us enjoy all of the freedoms that we have. Millions of people don’t have them.

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