Overview of the life of Henry Flagler from the American Enterprise Institutue

Terrific overview of the life of Henry Flagler from the American Enterprise Institutue

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John D. Rockefeller could not have built his empire without one of America’s greatest entrepreneurs, Henry Flagler.

In all of American industrial history, perhaps only Henry Ford is more closely identified with the company he founded than is John D. Rockefeller.

In the 1860s, Rockefeller was just one of many entrepreneurs seeking to exploit the possibilities opened up by the brand-new technology of drilling for oil. No one outside the aborning industry had ever heard of him. But by 1880, Rockefeller’s Standard Oil controlled 80 percent of the by-then vastly larger American oil refining business. In 1902 Ida Tarbell began serializing “The History of the Standard Oil Company” in McClure’s Magazine. She very deliberately made Rockefeller the personification of the company. The book, published in 1904, was a phenomenal best seller and, while highly tendentious, extremely influential.

By the time Standard Oil was ordered broken up by the Supreme Court in 1911, to most people, Standard Oil and John D. Rockefeller were one and the same. And by that time, of course, Rockefeller was the richest man in the world, with a net worth that exceeded the U.S. national debt.

But Standard Oil was never a one-man operation even in its earliest days. Soon after entering the oil business fulltime, Rockefeller had taken on as partner an Englishman named Samuel Andrews. A gifted chemist and mechanic, Andrews made numerous important improvements in refining methods. If the Rockefeller refineries were more efficient than others, Samuel Andrews was the reason.

Later, Standard Oil often acquired other refineries and, if it was interested in bringing the management into the Standard Oil operation, would offer them a very good deal. Such major figures in Standard Oil history as Charles Pratt, Henry H. Rogers, and John D. Archbold joined the company in this way.

But there was a figure far more important to the history of Standard Oil than Andrews, who took no part in the management of the enterprise, or the later major figures who managed it superbly. This was Henry M. Flagler.

Rockefeller and Flagler were so close in the early days that they functioned virtually as a single entity as they designed and executed the strategy that allowed Standard Oil to dominate the oil industry. Astonishingly, Flagler would go on to a second triumph on his own, turning the state of Florida from a subtropical wilderness into a tourist mecca and agricultural powerhouse. Few entrepreneurs in the history of capitalism accomplished as much as Henry Flagler.

How important to the story of Standard Oil is he? Well, consider this. In later years, a reporter asked John D. Rockefeller whose idea it had been to transform the partnership of Rockefeller, Andrews, and Flagler into the corporation called Standard Oil.

“I wish I’d had the brains to think of it,” Rockefeller replied. “It was Henry M. Flagler.”

Like Rockefeller, Flagler was born in upstate New York, just as the new Erie Canal was transforming what had been a semi-frontier into an area of quickly growing prosperity. Nine years older than Rockefeller, Flagler was born in 1830. His father was an itinerant Presbyterian minister who spent his whole life on the edge of poverty. In an age when early death was still common, both of his parents had been married twice before and, indeed, Flagler had been named for his mother’s first husband, Henry Morrison. She had had a son, Daniel Harkness, by her second husband, eight years older than Henry. Flagler’s father had had two daughters by his first wife and one by his second.

After completing the eighth grade, a fairly good education by the standards of the mid-19th century, Flagler decided to leave home and seek his fortune in Ohio, where his half-brother Dan was living with his Harkness relatives. He walked the nine miles to the Erie Canal and caught a freight boat, working with the crew in lieu of paying a fare. He took a boat from Buffalo to Sandusky, Ohio, and walked the 30 miles to the town of Republic, where Dan was living. He arrived with only a carpet bag of clothes, nine cents, and a French five-franc piece that he would keep the rest of his life.

Asked whose idea it had been to transform the partnership into the corporation called Standard Oil, John D. Rockefeller said, ‘I wish I’d had the brains to think of it. It was Henry M. Flagler.’

Flagler quickly got a job in a store owned by Daniel’s uncle, Lamon Harkness, earning five dollars a month plus room and board. He soon showed a gift for salesmanship and for making friends. By the time he was 19, Flagler was working for Chapman and Harkness, which owned the store he had started in, and earning $400 a year in salary. Chapman and Harkness, besides owning a chain of retail stores, was also involved in the wholesale grain and liquor business. Ohio was then the center of the American grain belt, and Flagler quickly mastered the business and was made a partner in the firm.

In 1853 he married Lamon Harkness’s daughter Mary. Together they made an impressive couple. Although in frail health, Mary had a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty. He was tall, strikingly handsome, and with eyes the rarest of colors, a deep lavender blue.

The early 1850s were a very prosperous time in the United States, thanks in part to the California gold strike, and Flagler flourished. His network of connections in the wholesale grain business expanded rapidly. One of the most important of these was Stephen V. Harkness, Mary’s first cousin (and his half-brother Dan’s older half-brother).

By the beginning of the Civil War, Flagler, still only 31, had two daughters, a large, comfortable house in Bellevue, Ohio, and about $50,000 in capital, a moderate fortune by the standards of the mid-19th century. But he was getting bored with the wholesale grain and liquor trade, which was a mature business, routine and unexciting. Flagler would always be happiest creating a new business, not merely running a successful one.

The war, with its wholly unprecedented demands for materiel and equipment, produced an enormous boom. And the army’s need for salt to preserve food caused demand for that commodity to soar. Salt mines had recently been discovered near Saginaw, Michigan, and the state encouraged their development by making them tax free and offering a bounty of 10 cents a bushel.

Flagler and his brother-in-law, Barney York, invested $50,000 each in a salt property and moved to Saginaw. Competition was intense and they had to learn the salt business from scratch. They made money while the war was on, but with its end, the boom in salt ended too. Flagler’s company went broke and he ended up being $50,000 in the hole, a sum he had to borrow from his father-in-law. He moved back to Bellevue, but instead of living in a large house, he and his family rented rooms in a boarding house.

Flagler soon went to Cleveland and got a job as a grain commission merchant with the firm of Maurice Clark (a former partner of John D. Rockefeller), with which he had dealt before the war. Unlike the salt business, Flagler knew the grain business backwards and forwards and with his gifts as a salesman was soon prospering once again. He paid back his father-in-law and moved his family to Cleveland. Before long he was living on Euclid Avenue, Cleveland’s most fashionable street, near Rockefeller’s house, and the two would often walk to and from work together, discussing the grain and oil businesses.

Edwin Drake had successfully drilled for oil in northwest Pennsylvania in 1859, showing that a substance that had previously been skimmed from ponds and brooks and used for patent medicine could be obtained in huge amounts. This made possible oil’s use as a cheap lubricant and, distilled into kerosene, as fuel for lamps, replacing ever more expensive whale oil. By the end of the Civil War, Rockefeller and Samuel Andrews were running the largest and most profitable oil refining business in Cleveland.

Rockefeller, expanding relentlessly, needed more capital and he approached Stephen Harkness, by this time one of the richest men in Ohio. Harkness was happy to invest $100,000 but wanted someone in the firm he could rely on to watch his interests. So he asked Rockefeller to take on Henry Flagler as a partner. Rockefeller was more than happy to do so, and in fact had already asked Flagler to join the firm, renamed Rockefeller, Andrews, and Flagler.

Rockefeller and Flagler were so close that they functioned virtually as a single entity as they designed and executed the strategy that allowed Standard Oil to dominate the oil industry.

Soon the two were sharing an office, their desks facing each other, as intimate as any two business partners have ever been. Besides discussing everything as they walked to and from their houses on Euclid Avenue, they would routinely pass drafts of documents back and forth between them until each was satisfied.

Rockefeller noted that Flagler had a remarkable ability to express clearly the intent of a document and the obligations of both sides in a contract. “Some lawyers,” Rockefeller wrote, “might sit at his feet and learn things about drawing contracts good for them to know.”

Besides being close partners, they also became intimate friends. “It was,” wrote Rockefeller years later, “a friendship founded on business, which Mr. Flagler used to say was a good deal better than a business founded on friendship.”

The oil business was nothing if not volatile in its first ten years. Northwest Pennsylvania, the only oil field in the world until the 1880s, was a wild and lawless place, much as the California gold fields had been in the 1850s. Worse from the standpoint of Rockefeller and his new partner, the price of oil fluctuated wildly, reaching as low in the 1860s as 10 cents a barrel and reaching as high as $13.25, as annual production rose from 2,000 barrels in 1859 to 4,250,000 in 1869.

Meanwhile, oil refining was a deeply fragmented business. Cleveland alone had more than 30 refineries. Most of these were ramshackle affairs. Many people were unwilling to invest more capital in the oil business than absolutely necessary, afraid that the oil would cease to flow in Pennsylvania and they would be out of luck.

Rockefeller was a superb supervisor of operations, with a keen eye for waste and inefficiency. As his biographer Ron Chernow notes, he anticipated in many ways the famous efficiency studies of Frederick Winslow Taylor. He would keep a red notebook with him at all times, and his managers soon learned to dread when he pulled it out and jotted down ideas that they would have to follow up on.

In one case he was inspecting a plant in New York City that manufactured five-gallon cans of kerosene for export to Europe. He noted that the can lids were applied with 40 drops of solder and asked the manager if he had ever tried using only 38. A small percentage of cans leaked with 38 drops, but none did with 39, which became the new standard. Rockefeller noted that that one drop per can saved the plant $2,500 the first year. Applied throughout the Standard Oil empire over the years, it saved, as Rockefeller noted happily, “many hundreds of thousands of dollars.”

If Rockefeller always paid close attention to the nuts and bolts, Flagler was more of a big-picture man. He made four fundamental contributions to the strategy that turned the Cleveland partnership of Rockefeller, Andrews, and Flagler into the globe-girdling Standard Oil Corporation.

First, as we have seen, it was Flagler who convinced Rockefeller to incorporate and, indeed, he who wrote the act of incorporation despite not even being a lawyer. Being incorporated made it much easier to finance expansion without losing control of the company. The company was, at first, capitalized at $1 million, with 10,000 shares, each with a par value of $100. Rockefeller received 2,667 shares, Flagler and Andrews 1,333 each. The rest were held by Stephen Harkness, William Rockefeller (John’s younger brother), and a new investor named Oliver B. Jennings, who was William Rockefeller’s brother-in-law. The old partnership of Rockefeller, Andrews, and Flagler retained 1,000 shares.

To ensure that the interests of the stockholders would always be paramount, none of the stockholders in the company management received a salary, only the dividends from the stock. This, as it turned out, was not much of a sacrifice. In the first year, Standard Oil paid out $105 per share in dividends.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that no individual ever had as much influence on the history of a single state as Flagler had on Florida.

Second, Flagler, unlike the owners of Standard Oil’s competitors, insisted on building only state-of-the-art refineries. This was a brave financial decision but it made them the low-cost producers with all the advantages of that position.

Third, Flagler convinced Rockefeller, who needed very little convincing, to aggressively buy up their smaller competitors. This would give them increased market influence over the volatile price of oil and control of the Cleveland oil market. He devised a formula to arrive at a fair evaluation of their worth.

Fourth, Flagler realized that there was no controlling the price of crude oil, which then, just as now, fluctuated over a broad range. Demand tended to rise steadily, but supply rose in fits and starts. The reason is simple enough. Drilling for oil and exploring for new fields are always a very expensive gamble, with many dry holes. So drilling and exploration increase only when prices are high (as they are now: every offshore drilling rig in existence is engaged in exploration). But this causes the new wells and new fields to come on line in a rush, knocking the price back down as supply suddenly increases dramatically. This was as true in 1870, when the world’s annual production was less than five million barrels, as it is today, with annual production reaching 30 billion barrels.

But the price of transportation, Flagler knew, could be controlled or at least influenced, and transportation was the largest cost component of a barrel of refined oil, after the crude itself. Here Cleveland refiners had a distinct advantage over their rivals in Pittsburgh, the other center of oil refining. For while Pittsburgh was considerably closer to the oil fields, it was served only by the mighty Pennsylvania Railroad, which had no hesitation whatever to use its transportation monopoly to extract high prices. Cleveland was served not only by the Pennsylvania but also by the Erie and the Lake Shore railroads, the latter controlled by Commodore Vanderbilt’s New York Central after 1869. And Cleveland refineries in the summer months could also ship oil by boat through the Erie Canal to New York.

Flagler and Rockefeller would play the railroads like a fiddle. They not only negotiated secret rebates for their own shipments, but also were able to extract a rebate on the shipments of other refiners. In effect, their competitors, unknowingly, were paying a tax to Standard Oil in order to ship their own products.

(None of this, of course, was illegal in any way at the time. In the post–Civil War era, the United States was rapidly evolving from an economy based on agriculture and small, largely family-held enterprises to a modern industrial state with corporations employing tens of thousands. It had not yet learned what rules were necessary in the new economic conditions to assure a stable, competitive marketplace. Indeed, it can be argued that the capitalists of that era helped mightily to show what rules were needed.)

This gave Rockefeller and Flagler a formidable advantage in seeking to become the dominant company in the oil refining business. Using Flagler’s formula, they would make an offer to a rival they wanted to acquire and the rival had, in effect, three choices. It could accept the offer and take cash, accept it and take Standard Oil stock, or face ruin because of high transportation costs.

Flagler and Rockefeller always paid a fair price—or at least what they thought was a fair price. And as the great historian Allen Nevins pointed out in his book on Rockefeller, the prices that Standard Oil paid to acquire its monopoly in the 1870s and ’80s were often more generous than were the prices the Roosevelt administration paid to assemble the monopoly called the Tennessee Valley Authority in the 1930s. And, of course, those who chose to take Standard Oil stock had no complaints whatever.

As Standard expanded exponentially it found itself facing ever more of a problem with Ohio’s state incorporation law. As in all other states at that time, the law forbade corporations from owning stock in another company or property in another state. Those restrictions had not been much of a problem when the laws had been originally passed in the early and mid-19th century. But as railroads and then the telegraph increasingly unified the United States into a gigantic common market, and companies grew to supply this new, national market, these laws less and less reflected economic reality.

As electricity began to displace kerosene for lighting, Flagler pushed for Standard Oil to begin aggressively marketing gasoline as a fuel for automobiles.

Standard Oil soon had subsidiaries all over the country and, in order to comply with the law, Flagler, as secretary of the corporation, would name himself trustee to hold the stock of the subsidiaries for the benefit of the stockholders of Standard Oil. But by the end of the 1870s, there were many people acting as trustees for subsidiaries and this became increasingly unwieldy.

Again it was Flagler who, in all likelihood, found the solution. Instead of each subsidiary having its own trustee, with these trustees scattered through the ever-expanding Standard Oil empire, in 1879 three men whom today we would call “middle managers” were appointed trustees for all the subsidiaries. In theory, these three controlled all Standard Oil property outside of Ohio. In fact, of course, they did exactly what they were told. This was the beginning of the trust form of organization, a term that has echoed down American economic history ever since.

In 1882, a very talented lawyer named Samuel C. T. Dodd refined the system. He and Flagler drafted a new Standard Oil trust agreement that set up separate corporations in each state with major properties belonging to Standard Oil. Each had its own board of directors, but the stock of the various corporations was all in the hands of the trustees, who issued “certificates of interest” to the stockholders of Standard Oil of Ohio so that they would receive the dividends.

In 1892, the Ohio Supreme Court ruled that the trust was contrary to Ohio law and had to be dissolved. But in 1889, New Jersey had passed the first modern incorporation law, allowing corporations to hold stock in other corporations and property wherever located. So when a reporter asked Dodd about the decision, he replied, “The only effect will be to inconvenience us a little.” Standard Oil (New Jersey) simply took over as the dominant corporation in the Standard Oil empire, and Standard Oil’s grip on the oil industry was in no way disrupted.

As other states began to adopt the New Jersey model for incorporation law, the need for a trust form of organization for multistate companies faded. Indeed it lasted little more than ten years. So-called antitrust laws, however, are very much with us still, although they are much less used today as an instrument of government policy than earlier.

By 1892, both Flagler and Rockefeller were becoming much less involved in the day-to-day operations of the company they had created and guided to greatness, although Flagler would later make one more major contribution to the company. As electricity began to displace kerosene for lighting, Flagler pushed for Standard Oil to aggressively market gasoline as a fuel for the new automobiles that were increasingly seen on American streets and highways. Demand for gasoline soon came to dwarf the demand for kerosene. Rockefeller would increasingly devote much of the rest of his very long life (he lived to be 97) to his vast eleemosynary activities that would associate the Rockefeller name as much with good works as it had been associated with wealth and aggressive business practices.

Flagler took a different approach. He was a private man with no interest in having his name publicly associated with good works. But he was also a very generous man. When many Florida farmers were threatened with disaster after a severe freeze, Flagler wrote to a local minister and told him, “Find any and every case of real need where a chance to start again will be appreciated and see that they have that chance. The only condition I impose is that they do not know the gift comes from Henry M. Flagler.”

Always bored with routine management and now rich beyond counting, with millions more pouring into his coffers every year, Flagler decided to conquer a new world, the state of Florida, then largely uninhabited south of Jacksonville.

Flagler’s wife had been an invalid for most of her marriage, having contracted tuberculosis. In 1879, Flagler had taken her to Jacksonville for the winter but there was little to do in the town of only 7,000 people. And except for Jacksonville and Key West, there were no towns of any size in all of peninsular Florida, which was mostly swamp, scrub, and saw–grass marsh.

Flagler was a private man with no interest in having his name associated with good works. But he was also a very generous man.

Flagler couldn’t take the boredom and returned to New York, where he was by then living, after Standard Oil moved its headquarters there in 1878. He urged Mary to stay, but she refused to be alone. Within a year or two she was too weak to travel and died, aged only 47, in May 1881. Flagler felt terribly guilty, thinking he had sacrificed Mary on the altar of Standard Oil. Undoubtedly she would have died no matter how much personal attention he paid her.

It is possible that the guilt he felt over Mary’s death sparked his interest in Florida. If only the state had had more to offer by way of amusements, he may have thought, she would have been willing to stay there. In the winter of 1882–83 Flagler was hospitalized with a liver ailment and he read a great deal about Florida. He learned that the state was selling land cheaply in order to stimulate the economy. A Philadelphian had recently purchased 4 million acres (an area considerably larger than Connecticut) for only $1 million and was planning to drain it and plant sugarcane, fruits, and vegetables. Railroad mileage was rapidly increasing. A small but elegant hotel had been built in St. Augustine to cater to well-heeled vacationers.

Flagler sensed a waking giant. He decided to build a luxury hotel in St. Augustine with 540 rooms. As always, he built the best, hiring the architectural firm of Carrère and Hastings, which would later build the New York Public Library. The hotel was an immediate success, although it took a while to become profitable.

Flagler had recognized the importance of transportation to the oil business and now recognized its importance to the development of Florida. He purchased a small narrow-gauge railroad that ran between Jacksonville and St. Augustine, converted it to the standard gauge, and built a bridge over the St. Johns River to connect it to railroads further north.

He began extending his railroad southwards and soon reached as far as Daytona. As he entered a new area Flagler would build or rebuild hotels and other tourist facilities. By 1890 it was possible to board a Pullman car in New York and get to Daytona in just 36 hours. Florida, a semitropical jungle ten years earlier, was now the country’s leading winter resort.

The following year, Flagler, now 61, conceived the idea of extending his railroad not only to south Florida but all the way to Key West, then still the state’s largest city. Building a railroad across 150 miles of open ocean would rove one of the great engineering feats of the day and would not be finished until 1912. At that time Dade County, which sprawled across all of Florida south of Lake Okeechobee, was 7,200 square miles in size but had only 726 inhabitants. Flagler transformed it, bringing tourists south and sending winter produce north in the newly developed refrigerated railroad cars.

By the late 1890s he had made Palm Beach in the winter what Newport, Rhode Island, was in the summer: the most fashionable resort for the very rich. There were often a hundred private railroad cars parked on sidings in West Palm Beach at the height of the season. Flagler’s Royal Poinciana Hotel in Palm Beach, with 1,150 rooms, was the largest resort hotel in the world (and the largest wooden building ever erected).

Before the end of his life, Flagler would invest at least $50 million in his Florida enterprises, easily the equivalent of a billion dollars today. It would not be an exaggeration to say that no individual ever had as much influence on the history of a single state as Flagler had on Florida, with the possible exception of Brigham Young and Utah. But Flagler remained, as always, publicly modest. When a new town was incorporated, after the Florida East Coast Railroad reached it, the inhabitants wanted to name it after Flagler. He convinced them to name it instead after the little brook that fl owed into the Atlantic at that point. The brook was called the Miami.

Building a railroad across 150 miles of open ocean would prove one of the great engineering feats of the day and would not be finished until 1912.

But if his new empire was flourishing, his personal life was not. Two years after Mary died, Flagler married the woman he had hired to nurse her, Ida Alice Shrouds. But Ida did not easily make the transition from being a spinster who had to work for a living to being the wife of one of the country’s richest men. By the late 1890s she was hopelessly insane, confined to a hospital from which she would never emerge.

By that point, Flagler was deeply in love with Mary Lily Kenan, more than 30 years his junior. Mary Lily was everything that Ida had not been, well born and well bred, with an easygoing Southern charm. But with Ida alive he could not marry her. The only grounds for divorce in New York State were adultery, and he knew he could do nothing about that law. So Flagler moved his legal residence to Florida, where he thought he could. As he wrote to President McKinley in 1898, “my domain begins in Jacksonville.”

About $125,000 was quietly distributed among Florida state legislators, and Florida’s law was changed to include incurable insanity as grounds for divorce. Flagler married Mary Lily in 1901 and built her a 55-room mansion in Palm Beach called Whitehall. It is now the Henry Morrison Flagler Museum, visited by almost 100,000 people a year.

By the time the Florida East Coast Railway reached Key West, Flagler was 82 years old. The next year, he fell down a short flight of stairs and never recovered from his injuries, dying on May 20, 1913, at the age of 83.

Flagler’s extraordinary achievements in Florida were widely recognized. George Perkins, a partner of J. P. Morgan and Company, is typical. “That any man could have the genius to see of what this wilderness of waterless sand and underbrush was capable,” he wrote, “and then have the nerve to build a railroad here, is more marvelous than similar development anywhere else in the world.”

But because John D. Rockefeller has so dominated the story of Standard Oil, both in his time and later in history, Flager’s achievements and their remarkable partnership have not received the attention that is their due. John D. Rockefeller knew how much Flagler had contributed to the success of Standard Oil. In 1902, he wrote to Flagler, “You and I have been associated in business upwards of thirty-five years, and while there have been times when we have not agreed on questions of policy I do not know that one unkind word has ever passed or unkind thought existed between us. . . . I feel my pecuniary success is due to my association with you, if I have contributed anything to yours I am thankful.”

John Steele Gordon is the author of An Empire of Wealth: The Epic History of American Economic Power (HarperCollins).

Harris Cooley excerpt from RH Bremner

COOLEY FARMS WAS NAMED in honor of Harris R. Cooley, the pastor of the Cedar Avenue Christian Church of Cleveland, who served as Director of Charities and Corrections under Tom L. Johnson and Newton D. Baker. Both the idea for the establishment of a farm colony and the responsibility for carrying out the project were his.

In his attitude toward social questions Cooley shared the theories held by Johnson, Samuel M. (Golden Rule) Jones, Brand Whitlock, and Frederic C. Howe. These ideas were not peculiar to the Civic Revival. They were parts of the social gospel which was undermining the individualistic pattern of thought (i.e., the evangelistic psychology) in American religion as well as in American politics in the early years of the twentieth century.

While the ideas he put into practice in Cleveland’s charitable and correctional institutions were thus not always original, Cooley gave them a more vigorous application than they received in any American city outside of Cleveland and Toledo. As Cooley explained to an interviewer, “‘nowhere in the United States had any one such a chance to apply them [the ideas] as Mr. Johnson gave me.” One of the points stressed in the school of psychology to which the Civic Revivalists adhered was the importance of environment in shaping the individual. Cooley Farms was the outgrowth of Cooley’s determination to provide Cleveland with institutions where the city’s charges could be cared for in wholesome surroundings.

Johnson gave Cooley’s proposal for the establishment of a farm colony his vigorous support and the Warrensville site was chosen fairly early in his administration. The project, uncompleted when Johnson left office, was carried on by Newton D. Baker. As indicated above, Cooley Farms was divided into four estates: Colony Farm (the almshouse). Correction Farm (the workhouse). Overlook Farm (the tuberculosis sanatorium), and Highland Park Farm (the municipal cemetery).

For our purposes the significant parts of Cooley Farms are the alms-house and the workhouse. Nearly everybody feels tenderly for the sick and the dead but a kindly attitude toward the indigent and the delinquent is less frequently encountered among public officials.

“They have made the human voyage,” said Cooley of the old men and women who were sent to Colony Farm. That simple fact was enough to stir his sympathy. “Among the unfortunates are some who have been wasteful, intemperate, and vicious. Some are undeserving, some have done wrong, but these things are true of some of the children of luxury.”

Cooley claimed that his generous treatment of the people who were forced to come to the almshouse was not dictated by charitable motives. In providing them with a pleasant home for their last years he thought society was only giving them what was their due. In his opinion, they were the crippled veterans of industry, deserving of at least as much generosity as is showered on the wounded veterans of wars.

“The bent backs, the swollen joints, the wrinkled faces of these underprivileged ones tell the story of trial, hardship and suffering. Most of them have done their fair share of the world’s work.” Cooley placed the red-roofed, stucco buildings of Colony Farm on a hill that commanded a beautiful view of the countryside. In a spirit reminiscent of Jones he had the phrase, “To lose money is better than to lose love.”

 

 

Walter Burr Gongwer from Philip W. Porter

 

from Cleveland: Confused City on a Seesaw

by Philip W. Porter
retired executive editor of the Plain Dealer
1976

courtesy of Cleveland State University, Special Collections

 

Walter Burr Gongwer was an astute, brilliant, and charming man, totally unlike the image of him the newspapers conjured up, one who did a great deal for the city through the first-rate candidates he supported for public office. Burr was not depicted by the papers as quite the ogre Maschke was, though he was every bit as clever an operator. One reason he got off more lightly was that he was often on the same political side as the Press and Plain Dealer, which tended to be Democratic nationally. Another was that the men he supported or associated with were favorites of the papers — Newton Baker, Bill Hopkins, Carl Friebolin, and Governor James M. Cox. Such a pal of theirs couldn’t be all that bad.

Gongwer was a reporter for the Plain Dealer, and a good one, before he forsook journalism for politics. He covered city hall when Johnson was mayor, and became so fascinated with Johnson’s flair and genius that he quit the paper and became Johnson’s secretary. From then on, for forty years, he was never out of politics. He idolized Johnson and named his only child Dorothy Johnson (Mrs. W. Raymond Barney) after the famous mayor.

Burr, though extremely articulate in private conversation, never made public speeches, as Maschke did in his later years. He was more retiring than Maschke, not a bridge player nor a golfer, but fully as much of an intellectual, a great reader of history and philosophy and somewhat of a loner. One reason Gongwer never made speeches was that Baker was always available to speak for the party, and Baker was one of the finest extemporaneous orators who ever mounted a rostrum.

Burr was election board clerk at one time, and later customs collector. When he left federal office, he went into the general insurance business with his close friend, Pierce D. Metzger. There he was highly successful in writing surety bonds for public officials and contractors who won public contracts, and fire insurance on public buildings. This, like the political practice of law, is lucrative and Gongwer was well off when he died. There is nothing underhanded or illegal about this kind of insurance business. The law requires that such insurance be provided. It could be bought from any insurance company, but actually always goes to old political friends of the officials (and who is an older friend than the county chairman?). This has gone on for years, and still does.

Gongwer was brilliantly profane in his description of people, particularly those he disliked. He knew where all the bodies were buried, and who was trustworthy. He was a handsome man of middle height, with thick curly brown hair, who wore prince-nez and smoked the best Havana cigars. He stocked his cellar with the best liquors, and made certain before prohibition came in that he had plenty to last through the drought. He was not a heavy drinker; he simply was a connoisseur of good brandy, whisky, and imported liqueurs, as he was of good cigars. And of politicians, too.

Like Maschke, Burr could always be relied on to tell the truth to newsmen, and to keep his word when he pledged it. He was greatly admired and respected by all the reporters who dealt with him; the editorial position of their papers, and occasional sharp criticism, did not bother him. He heartily disliked the Press, which was his most constant critic, and he never referred to it by any name except “The Harlot.” (The Press never said anything kind about any political chairman. The word “boss” was always a dirty word.)

Gongwer’s number one problem as chief honcho of the Democrats was the Irish. During his tenure as leader, practically all the Cleveland Irish were Democrats (and still are).

Most of the other ethnic groups were habitual, congenital Democrats, too — the Poles, Czechs, Lithuanians, Slovenians, Italians, Germans, Hungarians, and so forth. They were larger in number but easier to direct than the Irish. Gongwer realized, however, that if his county and legislative ticket was to get anywhere in the white Anglo-Saxon Protestant suburbs, it had to be balanced, not entirely Irish. This was hard to do. Anyone with a familiar Irish name stood a good chance of beating the endorsed slate in the primary, and almost every biennium someone tried it.

Burr’s way of coping with the Irish was to produce a slate, which was well balanced among all the ethnic groups — and with Protestants and Jews, too — and get the executive committee to approve it long before the primary filings. There was no way he could keep the ambitious, fractious Irish from running, but this way he discouraged a few.

One of the Irish he had the most trouble with was Martin L. Sweeney, who got his start from being a high official in the Fraternal Order of Eagles. Sweeney was easily elected municipal judge, and when Congressman Charles A. Mooney died, won the nomination for congress, which automatically meant election, for it was a safe, one-sided district. Mooney was a regular, but Sweeney wasn’t, and he was a constant headache to Gongwer during Roosevelt’s first term. He joined with Father Charles Coughlin, the contentious radio priest from Detroit, in continually denouncing President Roosevelt, and warning against getting into war. He was on the same kick when he ran against Mayor Ray Miller in the 1933 primary; and the bad feeling this fight engendered was a big factor in Miller’s defeat by Harry L. Davis in November. Sweeney continued as a maverick for several years, until Michael A Feighan, then an up-and-coming state legislator, beat Sweeney in a primary, with the help of the Plain Dealer and Press, who were actively pro-Roosevelt and anti-Coughlin. Sweeney was never able to make a comeback.

Burr had none of the problems with blacks that the Democrats today are having. There were no black Democrats in the twenties, and their number did not increase substantially in Ohio until after World War II.

Gongwer’s far-sightedness was best illustrated by the way he encouraged women to get actively into politics after women’s suffrage became the national law. He did this through the brilliant organization of Mrs. Bernice S. Pyke, who had been a suffrage leader. Mrs. Pyke, a dynamic, handsome young woman with prematurely white hair, did so well among the ethnic groups, where women normally took a back seat, that she soon achieved a status in the organization second only to Gongwer.

Mrs. Pyke was one of the few women in politics who thought and acted like a man. She followed the Gongwer-Maschke pattern in leveling with reporters at all times, and her judgment on people was excellent. No Ohio woman before or since has developed such stature. When the movement to unhorse Gongwer developed later, it was directed as much against Mrs. Pyke as against Gongwer. Too many men were jealous of her power.

Gongwer was extremely wise in his choices of assistants for Miller and later Frank T. Cullitan when they were county prosecutors. Among the men who served as assistants in that office were Thomas A. Burke (later mayor), Frank J. Merrick (later safety director, common pleas and probate judge), Frank D. Celebrezze (later safety director and municipal judge), Neil T. McGill (later appellate judge), P. L. A. Leighley (later appellate judge), David Ralph Hertz (later traction commissioner), and Henry S. Brainard (later law director). All were exceptionally able public servants. His choices for other county offices were also excellent, and the performance of his men, with no public blemish, greatly assisted in keeping the Democrats continuously in office — men like County Commissioners John F. Curry, James A. Reynolds, and Joseph F. Gorman, Auditor John A. Zangerle, County Engineer John O. McWilliams, Coroner Samuel T. Gerber.

Gongwer differed from Maschke in one important respect — he was a great hater, all his life. He was not one to forgive and forget. He heartily disliked Witt, with whom he served under Tom Johnson; this was aggravated by Witt’s continual drumfire against Baker, whom Gongwer worshiped. He disliked Martin Sweeney and never forgave him. He disliked Cyrus Locher, whom Governor Donahey appointed senator. He disliked Donahey himself, whom he regarded as an ignoramus and a phony. Eventually he came to dislike Miller, whom he had supported warmly for prosecutor and mayor, and considered him an ingrate for accepting the county chairmanship in the control fight that finally unhorsed Gongwer.

Gongwer was not a gregarious man. He lunched, usually alone, at a private table on an upper floor of Fischer-Rohr’s restaurant every day for many years, and did not return to his office after lunch. In the evenings he enjoyed the solitude of his country place in Lyndhurst (now the site of part of the Acacia Country Club), where he could read and meditate on the cantankerousness of the human race, of which he had abundant evidence.

Cleveland was fortunate in the first third of this century to have had as bosses two such strong, honorable characters as Gongwer and Maschke. But it was fashionable then for newspapers to denounce all bosses on general principles.


 

Hazen Pingree from Wikipedia

 

 

(from Detroit News)

 

To do battle with Pingree, the traction interests brought to Detroit Tom L. Johnson, who reputedly possessed the most resourceful brain in their industry. Johnson came to admire Pingree so much that when he returned to Cleveland he ran for mayor and campaigned for 3-cent fares in the Pingree style.

 

“Some day Hazen S. Pingree will be remembered and recognized as one of the foremost leaders in our era of national awakening,” was Johnson’s assessment of his old foe. – Detroit News

 

Hazan Pingree was one of Tom L. Johnson’s mentors along with Henry George and Samuel Jones. Johnson learned about how to run a 3¢ trolley line under Pingree.


Link is here

 

Peter Witt- Tribune of the People by Carl Wittke

From the Ohio Historical Society Journal

The link is here

PETER WITT, TRIBUNE OF THE PEOPLE 1

by CARL WITTKE

Professor of History and Dean of the Graduate School,

Western Reserve University

 

Peter Witt’s exciting and colorful career, which closed October

20, 1948, covered a span of nearly eighty years. He was born

when the country was in the turmoil of reconstruction after the

Civil War; he died amidst the perplexing problems precipitated

by two world wars which rocked the very foundations of civili-

zation. His career was in many ways unique; in other respects it

paralleled those of Clarence Darrow, Eugene V. Debs, John P.

Altgeld, “Golden Rule” Jones, and many others who were the

products of a time when honest and generous souls embarked on a

new quest for social justice.

These decades were marked by corrupt alliances between politi-

cal bosses and the corporate interests, the mounting struggle between

the “haves” and the “have nots,” and the attempt to restore a proper

balance between political and economic forces for the benefit of

the people as a whole. Monopoly power was growing; controls in

the public interest seemed ineffective; the same forces were breeding

millionaires and tramps; the Gospel of Wealth was more powerful

than the Social Gospel, and great and swollen fortunes were accu-

mulated and administered with striking disregard for the social

conscience. The income tax was considered socialistic and com-

munistic; the farmers who joined the Populist party to “raise less

corn and more hell,” were regarded as anarchists; and Bryan was

looked upon in 1896 by conservatives as a positive menace to the

Republic of the Fathers. John Hay called him “a blatant ass of

the prairies,” and a leading New York paper likened him to

“Altgeld, the anarchist,” “Debs the revolutionist,” and “other des-

peradoes of that stripe.”

Laissez faire had been twisted into a philosophy to foster not

competition but monopoly power to control both production and

prices. Many rich men had not yet learned their social respon-

sibility as “trustees for the poor,” who made money “according to

the laws of business and spent it according to the laws of God.”

William Dean Howells remarked that “the dollar [was] the measure

of every value, and the stamp of every success,” and William

Howard Taft in 1915 warned of the dangers of a growing plutoc-

racy. In this Gilded Age of “conspicuous consumption” by the

specially privileged, labor struggled desperately for recognition

and for a larger share in the wealth it helped to create. Govern-

ment attempted to control business in the public interest, and the

voters had to decide to what extent “free enterprise” must yield to

a “welfare state.” The Progressive movement, which originated at

the turn of the century, cut across party lines, but it was smothered

in World War I and its aftermath and had to be revived in the

early 1930’s.  Radical reformers like Henry George, Edward

Bellamy, and Henry Demarest Lloyd offered specific panaceas, but

their audiences remained relatively small. On the national scene,

Theodore Roosevelt, Woodrow Wilson, and Robert M. LaFollette

carried the banners of the reform movement, and many cities and

states had notable reform mayors and governors.

The main factors in the making of a man are the genes which

he inherits from his ancestors and the forces of environment that

shape his earlier years. Witt’s father was born in Germany in

1822. Apprenticed to a blacksmith, he became a skilled old world

craftsman. Born a Catholic, he broke with all organized religion

and proclaimed himself not only a freethinker but an atheist.

Whether he actually participated in the German Revolution of

1848 has not been established, but certainly he was of the spirit of

that notable group of German “Forty-eighters” and radicals who

came to the United States after the failure of liberalism in their

fatherland.2

Christopher Witt arrived in America in 1849 and found em-

ployment in the Baldwin Locomotive Works of Philadelphia. In

1853 he married Anna Probeck, a German girl who had come to

the United States three years earlier. She bore him many children,

of whom six died in infancy. Like many other German immigrants

of the period, Christopher Witt became an antislavery Republican,

and when Lincoln called for volunteers in 1861, he enlisted for

ninety days and took part in the inglorious Battle of Bull Run.

In 1865 he moved his family to Cleveland. He found employment

in a foundry and bought a house, with a substantial mortgage

which in spite of thrift and hard work remained unpaid at the

time of his death.

The son Peter, born July 24, 1869, was the tenth of eleven

children. He was not raised in the lap of luxury and he attended

school only through the fifth grade. The amazing amount of infor-

mation which he acquired in his later years came from his passion

for reading, but in it there were large gaps, and he probably would

have been the first to admit that he was not a “cultured man” in

the accepted definition of the term. At thirteen Witt went to work

in a basket factory. Then he became a printer’s devil, and in 1886,

a molder and foundryman. He became a member of the molder’s

union and the Knights of Labor. He hated an industrial system

and a “ruling class” which forced him to suffer the results of long

periods of unemployment. He took part in several strikes and

promptly got his name on the employers’ black lists.3  When he

married early in the 1890’s, he was in debt. Significantly, he spent

his last dollars for tickets for himself and his young wife to hear

a lecture by Robert G. Ingersoll.

Witt experienced the pangs of hunger and the insecurity and

hopelessness of the shop-worker. It made him angry and bitter

and sour, and he frequently expressed his feelings in such uncon-

trolled language and in such unreasonable assaults on “special

privilege” that his enemies called him “foul-mouthed Pete.” All

his life he was a sarcastic speaker, and sometimes uncouth. He

hated hypocrisy.  He would have no traffic with churches or

preachers. He contended that “the workingmen have not left the

church, but rather the church has left them.”4 His special friends

were the sinners, the downtrodden, and the “have nots,” and he

never forgot them in his later, more prosperous years. His heart

was big and he was full of sentimentality. He was generous with

his time and money and gave gladly to the burns and dead-beats

who accosted him in the streets, but not a dime to the Community

Fund.

Throughout his life Witt remained loyal to the cause of organ-

ized labor. He knew some of its faults, but he was eager to recount

its many achievements. In addition to obvious economic gains, he

credited the unions with helping to destroy racial and religious

prejudice and with teaching men in rags “to learn how to suffer

defeat” without turning to violence. He maintained that the labor

movement built character among the workers, directed their de-

mands and activities into orderly channels, reduced the number and

the severity of strikes, and produced untold social benefits for the

working masses.5

For a man of such a temperament and background, the road

into the Populist party was easy. Witt went as a delegate to the

state Populist convention in Springfield, Ohio, and in 1894 he

fought with the Populists against the Democrats, even though this

meant opposing Tom L. Johnson, his hero of later years, who at

the time was running for congress on the Democratic ticket.

Through the influence of Dr. Louis B. Tuckerman of Ashtabula, a

kindly, socially-minded physician, Witt was introduced to the

single-tax philosophy of Henry George. As late as 1944, Witt still

was denouncing the “infamy” of the state of Ohio in raising money

from horse-racing, gambling, a sales tax, and the whiskey business,

and advocating the single tax instead.6 Since 1886, Witt worked

for the initiative and referendum.7

In 1896, Witt, a single-taxer and “street corner agitator,” took

to the road to campaign for Bryan and free silver. This was his

first real journey outside Ohio. When he met Bryan on the stump

in the Northwest, he was impressed because the Peerless Leader

seemed to be dressed worse than he was. Like Debs, Witt believed

that more was at stake than free silver at a ratio of 16 to 1. Free

men, not free silver, was the real issue. By 1908, however, when

Bryan ran a third time for president, his erstwhile admirer de-

scribed him as but another “trimmer whose hunger for the great

office exposed his real character.”8

Witt was often labeled a socialist. That he had great sym-

pathy for the movement and deep love for some of its leaders

cannot be questioned. He helped conduct memorial services for

Max Hayes in Cleveland and he had an affection for Debs which

deepened with the years. The correspondence between these

champions of the “have nots” dates at least as far back as 1895

when Debs led the American Railway Union in the famous Pullman

Strike. Witt occasionally criticised his friend for the violence of

his attack on the capitalist system, but their friendship was welded

into an unbreakable bond when Debs went to prison during World

War I because he could not support the war and he would not

betray his socialist and humanitarian principles. Witt wrote to

Debs while he was in the federal prison in Atlanta; he sent him

flowers for the holidays when he had returned to his home in Terre

Haute; and he worked hard to get him to accept an invitation to

address the Cleveland City Club in 1923.9 Nevertheless, Witt in-

sisted that he was not a socialist. In 1905 he wrote to a friend, “I

am farther away from that theory than ever before because I am

convinced that the dream of Socialism can be realized with less,

instead of more, government.” There is no evidence that he changed

his mind in later years.10

In men like Peter Witt strong hatreds and sentimental hero

worship are frequently combined. Witt hated many of the success-

ful, old line leaders, including Theodore Roosevelt. He had nothing

but contempt for Joseph B. Foraker and James R. Garfield, whom

he regarded as the representatives of special privilege, and he did

not hesitate to tell them so.11 When Myron T. Herrick was gover-

nor, he wrote him that “the meanest thing that can be said of the

late Senator Hanna is that after he secured your nomination and

election, he went away and died.”12 In 1921, when Herrick was

American ambassador in Paris, Witt referred to him as “the inter-

national ass . . . whose batting average is 1000, in that he has

never said a sensible thing or done a decent thing.”l3

Quite impartial in his condemnation of Ohio governors, Witt

also refused to support Judson Harmon whom he branded as a

pioneer of “government by injunction,” the candidate of “boodle

and booze,” and the enemy of popular referendums. Above all,

he could not forgive him for leading the cheers over Bryan’s defeat

in 1896 at an election night party in the office of Charles P. Taft’s

Times-Star in Cincinnati.14 When Harmon was defeated in the

Democratic convention of 1912 for the nomination for the presi-

dency, Witt suggested that he form a law partnership with Taft

and “employ as a filing clerk our senatorial one-termer, Theodore

Elijah Burton.”15 Witt had written to Brand Whitlock, mayor of

Toledo, on May 7, 1908, to persuade him to run against Harmon

and his Republican rival as an independent. In that letter he wrote,

“With the stamp of Clevelandism on his back, sitting astride a

barrel of whiskey Judson Harmon is the candidate of the system

for Governor of Ohio Yelling like a Comanshe indian [sic] for

‘personal liberty.'” He described him as “an agent of booze, the

product of bosses, the representative of predatory wealth.”16

Among Witt’s heroes were Tom Paine, Abraham Lincoln, John

Peter Altgeld, the courageous governor who pardoned the Hay-

market anarchists when he was convinced of a gross miscarriage of

justice, Robert Burns, the foe of hypocrisy and the bard of the

common people, and in later years Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

But the man who had the greatest influence on his career in

Cleveland, and for whom he reserved a special place in his

pantheon of heroes, was Tom L. Johnson, the monopolist and man

of fortune who was converted by a book, Henry George’s Progress

and Poverty, to become one of America’s greatest reform mayors.

Witt loved him so deeply that he was ready to break with any of

his old associates, including Newton D. Baker, when he thought

they were no longer true to his ideals.

Johnson met Witt in 1894 when he was conducting a tent meet-

ing campaign for congress and Witt was called up by the crowd to

speak. According to Johnson’s account, this “angry, earnest man,

with flashing eyes and black locks hanging down on one side of

his forehead,” arose to ask the candidate a question, and in a char-

acteristically belligerent manner. Johnson invited the heckler to

the platform. In due time Witt became one of that remarkable

coterie of “Johnson men” who left such an indelible imprint upon

the city of Cleveland. The group included, among others, Morris

Black, E. W. Bemis, Frederic C. Howe, the Rev. Harris R. Cooley,

Thomas B. Sidlo, Dr. Martin Friedrich, Fred Kohler, and Newton

D. Baker, who had come to Cleveland from West Virginia in 1899

and had become city solicitor.l7

After serving several terms in congress Johnson became mayor

of Cleveland in 1901. His desire was to make the world “a happier

place to live in and a better place to die in”–a philosophy with

which Witt wholeheartedly agreed. It may be said that Witt fought

with and for his chief both during Johnson’s lifetime and long

after the latter’s death in 1911. He hoped some day to write a

biography of the fallen leader. In 1934 he broadcast a eulogy of

his former chief from the City Club so full of sentiment that it

brought tears to the eyes of many of his hearers.

One of Johnson’s first activities as mayor of Cleveland was to

open a tax school to expose the unequal distribution of the tax

burden among small taxpayers and certain corporations and men

of large wealth. Witt was put in charge, with Baker as his legal

advisor. Though he accepted the assignment reluctantly, Witt soon

plunged eagerly into his new job and had a field day preparing

large maps of Cleveland properties, which showed the specific tax

assessment against each parcel. Thereupon he sent letters to indi-

vidual citizens to inform them that their taxes were either too high

or too low and urged them to seek adjustments from the county

board of review. Needless to say, the activities of the new tax

school were little short of sensational. It could be demonstrated

easily that over half the personal property in the city escaped tax-

ation and that gross inequalities existed in the tax appraisals and

assessments. After twenty months the school was forced to sus-

pend operations because of the large number of lawsuits filed

against it.18

From 1903 to 1909 Witt was Cleveland’s city clerk. As such

he took a lively interest in practically every municipal activity. He

was especially eager to bring about better treatment for juvenile

offenders.19 He refused to use the free passes that were given him

and returned a season pass to a United Labor Carnival with the

comment that he was opposed to the “system of deadheading all

public officials to places of amusement.”20 He accompanied Johnson

on his tours as a candidate for reelection and spoke frequently at

his tent meetings. In 1907 Theodore Burton was virtually drafted

by national leaders of the Republican party to oppose Johnson. He

complied reluctantly, for he disliked his party’s affiliations with

the “traction ring.” When he was defeated, Witt wired President

Theodore Roosevelt, “Cleveland as usual went moral again. The

next time you tell Theodore to run tell him which way.”21 Johnson

himself finally went down to defeat in 1909.

Witt was such an enthusiastic Clevelander that he urged the

city to set aside a “Cleveland Day” each year to celebrate its

superiority to all other American cities.  He boasted of a city

without graft in which municipal ownership was making steady

progress and where the citizens owned their electric light plant,

garbage plant, and street cleaning services. He took special pride

in the department of charities and correction under “Johnson’s

preacher,” the Rev. Mr. Cooley, who sponsored a better parole

system and a farm colony in place of a poorhouse and a work-

house, so that men might work on the soil, without guards, and

“kind acts [might] take the place of the club at the Work House.”22

He called attention to the city’s tuberculosis hospital, its play-

grounds and parks and kindergarten, its juvenile court and boys’

farm, its free band concerts, the first municipal bath house, the

new library, and the plans for developing a beautiful mall.23

During Johnson’s incumbency Witt seems to have been completely

happy as he “pounded away” on his ideals for a clean and

beautiful city. He corresponded widely with men of similar objec-

tives in other cities, and he judged people by the extent to which

they accepted Johnson’s ideals and principles. The great reform

mayor’s defeat in the election of 1909 brought tender and affection-

ate letters full of praise for his achievements and disappointment

over his defeat from all over the country. Men like Samuel M.

Jones, Brand Whitlock, and Lincoln Steffens joined with men and

women known only to their local friends in deploring Johnson’s

loss to Cleveland.24

The battle between the reform mayor and the traction com-

panies over franchises and a three-cent fare attracted nation-wide

attention. It cannot be retold here, but Witt was in the midst of it.

He fought alongside his chief to prevent renewals of the old

franchises, and in open council meeting, in the presence of the

highest officials of the street railway company, he accused them of

bribing councilmen, corrupting legislatures, seeking favors from

dishonest judges, and maintaining private detectives at the city

hall. And he called each man by name as he accused them of

specific misdeeds.25

Witt became one of the country’s experts on traction problems.

He vigorously defended municipal operation and control of pri-

vately owned streets railways,26 and he worked indefatigably to

improve the streetcar service. Newton Baker, elected mayor of

Cleveland in 1912, appointed Witt as traction commissioner at a

salary of $7,500 a year, and the latter filled the post with distinc-

tion for three years. He championed the demands of the car

riders, extended the streetcar lines, rerouted the cars, and improved

schedules. When he ordered “Sunday Stops” at all churches, he

was accused of angling for the church vote. He opened aristocratic

Euclid Avenue to streetcar traffic, planned for the day of motor-

buses, and introduced “Donation Day,” when riders could put con-

tributions into the fare boxes, with the understanding that the

amount in excess of the average daily receipts would be given to

the Associated Charities. He sponsored a car rider’s club, and

prominent citizens were glad to wear its badge–“M. U. F.” (Move

Up Forward.) He introduced safety education for school children,

developed new cross-town lines, and added trailers to the regular

cars. He derived substantial royalties from a center-exit streetcar

which he designed and which was widely adopted, but he refused

all royalties for the use of his invention on the streets of Cleveland.

When Witt introduced what was called his “Rag Time Schedule”

of skip-stops to provide speedier transportation, and put “spotters”

on the cars to stop dishonesty, he encountered strong opposition,

especially from employees who protested that the schedules could

not be maintained. The issue was finally submitted to arbitration.

Witt lost and the union won, but the traction commissioner kept

to his improved schedule and simply put more cars on the lines.

Witt’s policies and procedures were studied by many cities, in-

cluding Detroit and Kansas City. After his term of office expired,

he became a consultant for other cities, like Philadelphia and

Boston. Seattle paid him $7,000 for a report. In 1930, Witt

signed a five-year contract as consultant for Metropolitan Utilities,

Incorporated, a Van Sweringen company which controlled the stock

of the Cleveland Railway. There were some ugly charges that the

tribune of the people had “sold out” to the “interests” whose plans

to build a union depot in the Public Square he had fought before

the interstate commerce commission, but it is a significant tribute

to Witt’s reputation for honesty and public service that his career

could survive even this strange relationship with the men of fren-

zied finance, and that the great majority of his followers and friends

found it possible to reconcile his new duties with his earlier career.

In 1915, Witt decided to run for mayor of Cleveland. He had

campaigned for Newton Baker as long as the latter wanted to be

mayor; now it was his turn. His campaign was strenuous and

unique. He delivered “tent talks” all over the city. He refused

to buy political advertising because he had made it a rule never to

advertise in anything,27 and he would not indulge in flattering

appeals for votes to the many nationality groups in Cleveland. He

stood on his record, especially as traction commissioner, and he

made the single tax a feature of his campaign though he knew

perfectly well that the city could do little about the matter.28 He

ran as a Democrat though a large section of organized labor and

of the Democratic organization refused their support. Six candi-

dates were in the field against him. They included Harry L. Davis,

the Republican who turned out to be the winner, and the Socialist,

C. E. Ruthenberg, who advocated municipal ownership of the

street railways. Witt charged him with insincerity, refused to

debate with him, reaffirmed that he was not a socialist, and denied

that municipal ownership was an issue in the campaign.

The campaign was a furious one. Witt accused Davis of in-

triguing with a section of organized labor against him and charged

the opposition with making cheap and unfair appeals to racial and

religious prejudices. Witt fought for an extension to the municipal

light plant through a bond issue, for lower rates, for the consoli-

dation of Cleveland’s two telephone companies, and for a larger

share of the taxes collected by the state. He campaigned as a

“wet” although he voted three times during his lifetime for state

prohibition, not because he wanted to make people “good by law,”

but in order to get the liquor question out of politics. He always

defended the saloon as “the poor man’s club,” but when nation-

wide prohibition finally came, he fought the “noble experiment” as

a piece of hypocritical and unenforceable legislation. He also

dragged the preparedness campaign of President Wilson into the

mayoralty contest of 1915 because he was convinced that it would

not “keep us out of war.” He eulogized Tom Johnson and called

his leading Republican opponent a “boob.”

The opposition reciprocated by calling Witt a demagog, a

scandalmonger, a mud-slinger, and a dangerous anarchist, and by

charging that a real estate company with which he was connected

collected rents from a notorious house of prostitution. In an un-

fortunate address to the Germans of the West Side, Witt reiterated

his hatred of all war and expressed the hope that the United States

might escape involvement and that the war might end in a draw.

In an unguarded moment, and probably moved by sympathy for

his audience, he added that if any side had to win, he hoped it

might be the Germans. The opposition promptly branded Witt as

a pro-German and virtually a traitor to his country. Harry L.

Davis called him a “minion of the Kaiser” and several ministers

attacked him in their pulpits. The Republicans immediately cir-

culated a pamphlet written by a Bohemian challenging Witt’s

patriotism, and Davis exploited his opponent’s alleged pro-German-

ism to draw votes from other nationality groups. Though the inci-

dent undoubtedly lost him votes, Witt continued to draw large

crowds. Congressman Bulkley managed his campaign and Baker

made speeches endorsing his friend as “big enough” to be mayor of

Cleveland.

Obviously the race was a contest of Witt against the field. His

supporters included men from all walks of life, businessmen, jour-

nalists, and bankers, including the president of the Cleveland Trust

Company.29   C. W. Burrows promised to vote for Witt although

the latter had once referred to him in public as the “Pink-Whis-

kered bookseller on Euclid Avenue.”30 A. V. Cannon, a prominent

attorney, supported Witt, and Walter L. Flory, of the law firm of

Thompson, Hine, and Flory, wrote in December 1914, “You are

the only man in Cleveland who deserves the place, can get the

place and can fill the place.”31 Letters poured in from single

taxers, social service organizations, and labor leaders from all over

the nation describing Witt as a worthy successor of Johnson and

Baker. An East Cleveland attorney announced that he would give

him his support because he had “never crooked the knee to power

nor … flown a doubtful flag.”32

Such letters must have pleased the candidate, but probably not

as much as those that came from the humbler folk who wrote to

cheer him on and to enclose their modest contribution toward his

campaign expenses. Letters of this kind came from workingmen

everywhere, and some were from men to whom Peter Witt had made

small loans in their time of need.33 “Dear Sir and Fellow Molder,”

wrote one correspondent, “this is from a Molder who is working his

head off in your Behalf.”34 Another supported him because he

was not “with the Kidd Glove and Silk Stocking Crowd,” but a

“Man with Vim and Vigor,” who would “stand By the Working

Class of People give them Work in the Winter and not Lay the

Poor Fellows off.”35 Still another wrote in an untutored scrawl,

“ill com Down & Shak Hands Win or Loos now Petter Pich in

And give them h–l and they will think Better off you i Wish i

Was a good Writer i Could give you Lots off Pointers i Dont even

know you i saw you a Few times talking taxes and that is what

makes me think you are all right.”36 Tom Johnson’s former Negro

butler offered to come from Buffalo, where he was the secretary

of “the finest Club House of color in America,” to help Witt in the

campaign,37 and a streetcar conductor took a poll of his riders

and reported that they “said you was O.K.”38

Several friends from higher social strata wrote “Friend Pete”

to urge him to tone down his violent speeches. “Beget yourself a

calmness,” wrote one, “speak the words trippingly on the tongue,

do not mouth them or saw the air as some actors do,”39 and shortly

after the election, another advised the defeated candidate that

“dignity and refinement are pleasing alike to both the cultured and

uncultured, and will always win favor wherever exercised.” The

writer hoped that in the future, Witt would avoid the “application

of uncomplimentary and undignified names” to those with whom he

engaged in intellectual combat.40

Witt was extremely optimistic and confident of the outcome

of his mayoralty campaign. As a progressive he had favored the

adoption of a new type of ballot which permitted the voter to

register first, second, and third choices. Harry L. Davis did not

hesitate to ask those who could not give him their first choice to

give him their second. Witt on the other hand told the voters he

wanted the support of no one who did not favor him above all

other candidates. When the votes were counted, Witt had received

44,940 votes in all three choices, and Davis 47,471, though Witt led

Davis in first choices 39,869 to 36,841.

The defeated candidate accepted the outcome philosophically,

although he must have been deeply disappointed. Many of his

supporters in all walks of life wrote in to say “you aren’t licked,”

“they done the same thing to Tom L. Johnson.”41  An insurance

agent wrote from Minneapolis, “Cleveland can be depended upon

to make a monkey of itself every so often.”42

Witt was sure he had fought a good fight and advanced the

cause. He believed he was “the victim of a new fangled idea of

voting,” the preferential ballot which he himself had advocated.

“I was beaten by a progressive idea, the preferential ballot law,”

he wrote to H. C. DeRan. “Being of our own creation, I must not

criticise very much.”43 To a single-taxer in Buffalo he confided his

intention to settle down to making a “wad,” and added, “Then will

be the time to dabble in politics, not the office-holding end of it,

but the agitating part of it.” He hoped to live to see the day when

the philosophy of Henry George would be enacted into law.44

The campaign for mayor of Cleveland in 1915 proved to be

Witt’s major political venture. In 1923 he was elected to the city

council, but he resigned in 1927 because it was too full of “yes

men.” In 1928 he offered himself to the Democrats of Ohio as a

candidate for governor but lost the nomination to Martin L. Davey.

In the course of his campaign he supported Al Smith for president

and lauded his courage in denouncing the hypocrisy of prohibition

although he himself believed “this country would be better off

without the use of alcohol . . . and some day it will be.” He dis-

posed of the Republican party as a “high-toned Ku Klux Klan”

and represented his campaign as a new phase of the old struggle

of the weak against the strong, the Jeffersonians against the Ham-

iltonians. He made short shrift in his speeches of the “oratorical

twaddle” and “political bunk” of the opposition.  Among his

specific demands were an automobile license tax of one dollar, a

limit on the gasoline tax, and the exemption of private automobiles

from the personal property tax. Though he lost in the state, he

carried Cuyahoga County by an amazing majority. In 1931 he ran

once more for mayor of Cleveland and lost to Ray T. Miller.

Though out of public office Witt continued at the “agitating

part” of politics for which he had special talents. He worked for the

city manager plan and then fought W. R. Hopkins, the first man-

ager, and the majority of the council because he thought they took

the wrong attitude toward the railroads and the proposed terminal

on the Public Square. He advocated equal rights for women45 and

he attacked the Ku Klux Klan and a Bible reading bill introduced

in the Ohio legislature. In 1924 he was chairman of the LaFollette

campaign for Ohio, and the LaFollette-Wheeler ticket carried

Cleveland.

In 1925 Witt initiated his famous “town meetings” and charged

admission for the privilege of hearing him “skin the skunks” in

public. Thousands reveled in his bitterly personal attacks on the

Van Sweringens, the New York Central, the Union Trust, political

bosses of both parties like Maurice Maschke and W. B. Gongwer,

and others whom he regarded as malefactors and conspirators

against the welfare of the common people and the city he loved.

He was no respecter of persons. The town meeting which he held

in the Public Auditorium in 1935 attracted an audience of 5,000,

and Witt spoke on John 8:32, “And ye shall know the truth, and

the truth shall make you free”; Proverbs 28:1, “The wicked flee

when no man pursueth; but the righteous are bold as a lion”; and

Luke 12:2, “For there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed;

neither hid, that shall not be known.”

Witt’s address on “Abraham Lincoln, the Man of Sorrow,” was

first delivered at the City Club and over station WHK on February

12, 1932. Thereafter it was repeated annually, and in 1938 it was

published as a pamphlet by the Standard Oil Company of Ohio.

In short sentences choked with sentiment, Witt retold the main

facts in Lincoln’s life. It was a piece of hero worship, not critical

scholarship, but its simplicity made it an appealing human docu-

ment. The author sent copies all over the land and received scores

of commendatory letters–from the Roosevelt family, Josephus

Daniels, Sidney Hillman, Wendell Willkie, Norman Thomas, James

M. Cox, Marshall Field, Governor Earl Warren of California, Helen

Gahagan, and many others–and he kept them all in his letter files.

Needless to add, Franklin D. Roosevelt and the New Deal also

elicited his wholehearted support. On September 13, 1945, in a

radio speech, Witt reviewed the history of the four major panics

which had occurred during his lifetime. As far as the depression

of 1893 was concerned, he insisted that the “saloon keepers fed more

hungry men than all the other agencies combined,” with free

lunches and five-cent beers. Not until Roosevelt’s time, he believed,

had any national leader really grasped the necessity for guarantee-

ing all men a living annual wage and a steady job. Witt was not

disturbed by the New Deal or legislation for a “welfare state,” and

he made a special plea for white-collar workers, the forgotten men

of the New Deal, and urged them to organize for collective bar-

gaining.

Witt’s last great battle was his unsuccessful effort to prevent

the Van Sweringens from building their railroad terminal on the

Public Square. Witt clung tenaciously to Johnson’s plan to have a

union depot on the lake front. The controversy is too long and

involved to detail here. Witt fought the issue single-handed before

the interstate commerce commission, appearing with a “fat brief

case” stuffed with old newspapers, because he noticed that all the

lawyers carried them. When he encountered Newton Baker in

Washington as a witness for the Van Sweringens and later as

counsel for the New York Central, he was through with the “colonel”

forever. Witt was convinced that he lost the battle because he was

unfairly deprived of an opportunity to argue the case a second

time before the commission. He remained opposed to the Terminal

project and lived long enough to see the Van Sweringen empire,

built largely with other people’s money, crash in ruins. He also

opposed building the lake front stadium and was sure it would turn

out to be a white elephant and a burden on the taxpayer.

These are some of the highlights in the career of a tempestuous

Clevelander whose reputation as a crusader spread far beyond the

borders of his native city, and whose activities are part of the great

reform era of recent times.

According to his own testimony, he attributed much of what-

ever success he had to the influence of his parents; to Dr. Tucker-

man, the Ashtabula physician who became “his preceptor in poli-

tics” when Witt was but eighteen years old; to Debs, “the man who

refused to go crazy when the nation went mad”; to Tom L. Johnson;

and to his wife, Sarah James, whom he married in 1892 and to

whom he was deeply devoted.

Witt’s most severe critics recognized that under his sour and

irascible exterior and his biting invective there were qualities of

honesty, fidelity, and generosity that made him the loyal, senti-

mental friend of many people. He had genuine oratorical gifts,

though he sometimes attacked unreasonably and without full in-

formation about the facts, and he had a tongue that he always found

it hard to curb. He never attacked with a rapier. A meat cleaver

was his favorite tool, as he himself readily admitted to his friends.

But he never lacked courage, and he regarded himself as the keeper

of Cleveland’s conscience. As he grew older he earned enough

money to live comfortably and to provide for his children the ed-

ucational opportunities he had been forced to forego. But he never

lost the common touch. His ferocity in battle grew less with ad-

vancing age, but he always loved a brisk encounter and got consid-

erable joy and satisfaction from his crusading activities.46

Debs described his friend as “clean, brave and wholesome.”47

A friend in Bermuda wrote, “Tom [Johnson] gave Cleveland char-

acter and warmth, and in addition to those qualities, you have

given it color.”48 “Peter Witt can only be bought through love and

justice,” was the final judgment of Tom L. Johnson.49 Whatever

the ultimate appraisal of his biographer may be, Peter Witt lived

his own life in his own way wholly unmindful of what others might

think or say, and like Debs he believed that he who loves the com-

mon man must rise with the ranks, not from the ranks.

1 This account is based primarily on two boxes of letters and notes of interviews

with Witt by Louis Post made available to me by the Witt family. Mr. Post at one

time contemplated writing a biography of Peter Witt.

2 See Carl Wittke, “The German Forty-Eighters in America: A Centennial Ap-

praisal,” American Historical Review, LIII (July 1949), 711-725.

3 W. B. Colver to Witt, December 8, 1914. “I remember when you were a

blacklisted union molder.”

4 Witt to Ignatius F. Horstmann, bishop of Cleveland, May 10, 1907. This

letter was written to commend the bishop for an address favorable to labor.

5 Witt to Harry N. Rickey, editor of the Cleveland Press, April 16, 1904.

6 Leaflet by Peter Witt, Think It Over, Cleveland, October 5, 1934, reprinted

with additions, December 21, 1944.

7 Witt to Cleveland Leader, October 4, 1906.

8 Witt to Louis F. Post, July 10, 1908.

9 See Debs to Witt, November 4, 1895, February 1, 1922, January 13, 1923.

10 Witt to “G. H. G.,” December 21, 1905.

11 Witt to Foraker, December 31, 1906.

12 Witt to Herrick, April 27, 1904.

13 Speech at Church Forum, 1921, on “The Union Depot on the Public Square

and Other Grafts.”

14 Witt to Harmon, June 8, 1908, January 11, 1913.

15 Witt to Harmon, January 11, 1913.

16 See also Witt to Simon Hickler, editor of the Cleveland Wachter und Anzeiger,

May 12, 14, 1908.

17 See My Story: By Tom L. Johnson, edited by Elizabeth J. Hauser (New York,

1911) 84; and Carl Lorenz, Tom L. Johnson, Mayor of Cleveland (New York, 1911).

18 My Story: Johnson, 125-126.

19 Witt to William A. Greenlund, chief probation officer of the Cleveland Juve-

nile Court, September 1, 1903.

20 Witt to S. S. Stillwell, June 23, 1903.

21 My Story: Johnson, 267, 275.

22 Witt to William Allen White, August 24, 1908.

23 Witt to G. H. G., December 21, 1905.

24 See also earlier tributes to Johnson in Whitlock to Johnson, October 25, 1908;

Steffens to Johnson, October 23, 1908.

25 My Story: Johnson, 258-259.

26 Witt to Judson Grenell, December 24, 1908, May 6, 1909.

27 Witt to Charles Burger, January 21, 1915.

28 Witt to William A. Spill, May 12, 1915.

29 See F. H. Goff to Witt, November 2, 3, 1915.

30 Burrows to Witt, October 30, 1915.

31 Flory to Witt, December 7, 1914.

32 Sylvester V. McMahon to Witt, October 26, 1915.

33 See, e.g., Denny O’Neill to Witt, Quebec, September 30, 1915.

34 John W. Smith to Witt, October 26, 1915.

35 Julius Bergholz to Witt, December 10, 1914.

36 F. B. Beemer to Witt, February 4, 1915.

37 Daniel Young to Witt, October 24, 1915.

38 H. C. Miller to Witt, October 18, 1915.

39 Z. J. Foyer to Witt, October 12, 1915.

40 Lucien Seymour to Witt, November 3, 1915.

41 Denny O’Neill to Witt, November 6, 1915.

42 S. A. Stockwell to Witt, November 12, 1915.

43 Witt to DeRan, November 9, 1915.

44 Witt to John McF. Howie, November 9, 1915; also Patrick C. Lavey to Witt,

November 5, 1915.

45 See Baker to Witt, January 30, 1917.

46 See Clarence Darrow to Witt, July 17, 1928.

47 Debs to Witt, February 15, 1910.

48 Letter of February 12, 1938.

49 Elizabeth Johnson Mariat to Witt, no date, 1934.

Peter Witt by Philip W. Porter

The first few years of the 1930s were the worst in half a century for Cleveland. Everything that could go wrong did. The depression, which was spreading nationally, hit the community harder than most cities; the zip, the desire to succeed, went out of business. The euphoria of the 1920s turned into sagging spirits as banks closed, thousands lost jobs or had wages cut through no fault of their own. The bottom dropped out, and there seemed to be no bottom to the bottom.

Holding companies, based on promises of riches rather than assets, proved to be worth nothing. Farmers were stuck with land, mortgaged to the hilt, which no one wanted to buy. Blowhards and status-seekers who a few years ago thought of themselves as millionaires, were in the hands of receivers. Indictments for crooked manipulation of banks, mortgage companies, and savings and loan companies were numerous, as prosecutors sought goats to appease thousands of small depositors whose savings were gone or frozen. Banker became a dirty word.

The familiar Cleveland syndrome, political volatility, was present in the nth degree, as the city hall changed hands every two years, and new political mahatmas came in with panaceas that didn’t work any better than their predecessors’ had. The corruption, which had started to ruin police departments during prohibition, got worse; protected gambling joints and bookie shops invited poor people to wager their last few bucks. Threadbare citizens daily trooped into newspaper offices, without a dime to buy a sandwich, looking for handouts. The welfare offices were swamped, and unable to furnish emergency relief.

It is almost impossible for younger people today, who didn’t live through this dismal era, to imagine how rough it was, with 25 percent unemployment, soup kitchens, apple sellers on street corners, blue chip stocks selling under $5 a share, and little sign of eventual improvement. It had to be endured to be believed.

The first to suffer bitter disappointment were the followers of Peter Witt. When the manager plan was voted out in November 1931, and a special election for mayor set for January 1932, it seemed to most political seers that Witt would win it. He had twice won election to council easily. He had led the LaFollette rebels to victory in the city in 1924. He drew big crowds every fall to his town meeting, where he caustically ripped politicians of both parties to shreds. Of his big targets, Hopkins was gone and the Van Sweringens in trouble. He was a rabble-rouser par excellence, but there was nothing phony about him, and the newspapers would not shudder at the possibility of Witt as mayor, as they had at Harry L. Davis.

The political wise guys and the press underestimated the political power of the Catholic church. Witt had not been anti-Catholic, but he made no bones about being an agnostic who never attended any church. One of the three candidates for mayor was a practicing Catholic, high in the Knights of Columbus — Ray Miller, the county prosecutor, who had sent crooked councilmen to jail in 1929, and won reelection in 1930. He was the candidate of Burr Gongwer and the Democratic regulars. Dan Morgan, recently city manager, was running as a Republican.

The guessers almost unanimously figured Witt would run first in this field of three, then easily win the runoff. But on the Sunday before election, priests in every Catholic parish warned against the possibility of an admitted agnostic becoming mayor, and went as far as they dared for Miller without actually saying “Vote for our boy.” It had a devastating effect. Witt’s big following, normally Democratic, dropped away, and he finished a poor third. His voters went to Miller in the runoff, and Miller became mayor in February 1932. It was Witt’s last hurrah.

Witt was always convinced of the rightness of his principles and willing to take the consequences of stirring up the animals. He was unquestionably a leader, a man of integrity, who never forgot his humble beginnings as an uneducated molder, and who devoted his life to causes he was sure would benefit his fellowman. Though he was a ferocious skinner of skunks in public, in private he was a big-hearted sentimentalist, a lovable lamb among his family and close friends.

His father, a German Catholic, emigrated to America in 1849 with many others who disagreed with the status quo there. Peter was tenth of eleven children. He went to school only through the fifth grade, started to work at thirteen and at seventeen became a molder. Naturally he joined a union and the Knights of Labor. As years went on, he experienced unemployment, hunger, insecurity, blacklisting, and the familiar hopelessness of the blue-collar workman of that day.

Witt had a natural gift for public speaking, and made up for his lack of formal education by intensive reading. He was involved in the Populist movement, and then as a Democrat campaigned for William Jennings Bryan. His most intense involvement was with the single-taxers, to whose tenets he had been introduced by Dr. Louis B. Tuckerman of Ashtabula (whose twin, bearded sons, also doctors, in later years became devoted disciples of Witt). The fact that Tom L. Johnson also was a converted single-taxer bound him to Johnson when the two finally met.

Witt had been speaking on street corners and wherever else he could find an audience. He had become noted as a heckler, and he tackled Johnson when Tom L. first ran for mayor in 1901. Johnson invited him to the platform to debate, and before Pete knew it, he had become one of Johnson’s most ardent admirers.

Pete never did anything by halves. In politics and economics, everything was either black or white to him. He was belligerent on the stump — Johnson described him as “an angry, earnest man, with flashing eyes and black locks hanging down one side of his forehead.” He was sarcastic and fluent, and pulled no punches. Small wonder that he became Johnson’s most effective hatchet man. There is not the slightest doubt that Witt fancied himself as the Saint Paul of the post-Johnson era. He felt it his duty to carry on the evangelism of the Johnson tradition and to help spread the golden years, the “city on a hill” that Johnson began. Johnson’s mayoralty was the happiest time of Pete’s life, for the mayor’s odd combination of idealism and practical politics did actually transform the city for a while. Johnson, a millionaire traction magnate and manufacturer who decided belatedly to devote his great talents to government, turned the city upside down from what it had been in the nineties. He established municipal control of the street railway, built a city-owned light plant and sewage disposal plant, created a workhouse farm with accent on parole rather than punishment, established a TB hospital, municipal bathhouses, and dreamed up the Mall plan.

Johnson’s impact on Cleveland is still alive today, though he and his principal disciples are long dead. His spirit of independence, of a government run for the taxpayer rather than campaign contributors, still persists, and is one of the main reasons why Cleveland remains such a maverick community in politics.

Witt became city clerk in 1903 and stayed there until 1909, when Johnson was defeated. In 1912, when the Democrats came back under Baker, Witt was appointed traction commissioner, a key job then, for everyone had to use public transportation. The commissioner had the power to order operating improvements. Witt rerouted and extended the lines, developed crosstown lines, added trailers. He even patented a center-exit car, which was widely adopted elsewhere, and on which he collected royalties (but he refused to accept them from Cleveland). He developed a system of skip-stops and Sunday-only stops and always took the side of the riders. After he was defeated for mayor in 1915, he was hired as consultant by Philadelphia, Boston, and Seattle for good-sized fees, and his recommendations were adopted by Detroit and Kansas City.

It was a natural progression for Witt to run for mayor after two terms of Baker. His congenital frankness did him in. He refused to buy political advertising or kowtow to special groups. Just before election he told west- side Germans that he hated all war, hoped the United States would stay out of World War I and it would end in a draw; but if either side had to win, he hoped it would be the Germans. This was disastrous. The Republicans pounced on this and denounced Witt as a pro-German. Even at that, he probably would have won, had he not been trapped by a preferential ballot (which he himself had advocated) on which voters could express second and third choices. Witt led on first choices, thirty-nine thousand to thirty-six thousand, but since he had no clear majority, other choices were added in, and Harry L. Davis finally won, forty-seven thousand to forty-four thousand Witt had said he wanted first choices or none at all. This was a blunder.

He couldn’t resist getting back into politics when the Van Sweringens proposed their Terminal project. In his stiff but losing fight before the ICC, acting as his own lawyer, he appeared with a bulging briefcase that, he confessed in amusement later, was stuffed only with newspapers. (He said he did it because all lawyers carried big briefcases.)

Witt was a tremendous crowd pleaser and like most orators, loved to ham it up. Political meetings are usually stylized, dull, predictable affairs, but Witt turned his into a civic circus. In 1925 he started holding annual town meetings in Public Hall, to which he charged $1 a head admission, to pay for the hall rent, and always packed the house. In 1935, his meeting drew five thousand people. He was always the sole entertainer at these rodeos, and what a job he did: on the bosses, the railroads, the banks, the Van Sweringens, Hopkins, the newspapers. As he warmed up, he would peel off his coat and throw it in a corner. His words were so often the truth that few wanted to miss the show.

Pete seldom talked less than two hours at these skinnings, and each year, as his list of SOBs grew and grew, the speech got longer and longer. He had a few regular targets, at whom he aimed special blasts. One was Myron T. Herrick, a Cleveland blueblood who had been a banker, governor, and ambassador to France. Pete always referred to Herrick as the “international ass.” His fellow councilmen, Herman Finkle, Jimmy McGinty, Bill Potter, Liston Schooley, et al., were familiar targets, and what a kick Pete got out of it when Schooley and Potter were indicted for graft! Naturally, Maschke, Gongwer, Hopkins, and Baker came in for acid comment. Also all prohibitionists and professional drys.

The newspapers, all of them, got it in the neck at Pete’s meetings. Though a lifelong foe of hypocrisy, Pete could not resist the temptation to ham it up at least once in every meeting after making some telling point. Before the applause and laughter had died down, he’d shake his finger in the faces of reporters in the front row, shouting, “Take that back to your editors!” It was annoying and unnecessary, for Pete knew perfectly well that all of them were his friends and admirers and took special pains to quote him accurately.

The presence of a crowd acted as a shot of adrenaline to Pete. He simply could not resist an auditorium full of listeners. He was no delicate ironist; he hit with a meat cleaver. At home, or at his simple cottage on North Bass Island, Pete was as amiable as an old St. Bernard dog. He was completely under the influence of his wife, Sally, a kindly homebody, motherly, sweet and patient, who understood his moods thoroughly. He would do anything for Sally — except stop his town meetings. She didn’t go to them; it was against her nature to get angry. At home, he rarely got into a lather about his pet hates. But if he did, a warning word from Sally, “Now, Dad!” would stop him, and he’d again become the domestic lamb.

Pete’s personal appearance was almost a trademark. He always wore a dark suit, no vest, and a black bow tie. His black hair never really turned gray; only a few strands had turned before he died at seventy-nine. He was tall, thin, and spare. He ate no lunch and very little breakfast, and probably weighed the same at seventy as he had at twenty. Yet he took no special exercise. His recreation was talking. And he was well equipped for that, with a deep, resonant baritone that never seemed to tire.

Pete took his defeat in 1932 philosophically. Things began looking up for him in November when F.D.R. was elected president. The New Deal was right down his alley, and he was delighted when the welfare state became law. From that time on, his only public activity consisted of delivering tributes to Abraham Lincoln each year on Lincoln’s birthday. For a brief period, he was even able to set aside his ancient animosity against the Van Sweringens by becoming a consultant to the Cleveland Railway Company, which the Vans controlled before their final collapse. (He was persuaded to do this by George D. McGwinn, one of the City Club’s “Soviet Table” aficionados, who had become president of the traction company.)

Witt was far ahead of his time when he advocated so many of the welfare-state measures during the LaFollette campaign in 1924; hence it gave him extra pleasure to see them enacted ten years later under Roosevelt.

The late Dr. Carl Wittke, the distinguished historian who wrote an admirable monograph on Witt in October 1949 (published by the Ohio State Archaeological and Historical Society) called him the “tribune of the people.” I’d go further. Witt had a more profound and dynamic effect on the political life of Cleveland than any man of his generation. He was the Dutch uncle of the most politically volatile, independent big city in the country. He represented the angry taxpayer, the independent voter, the frustrated citizen, the confused little guy who wanted less bunk, more service, and an honest answer from public officials.

Pete was an uncompromising solo operator, and perhaps it was just as well for him that he did not assume the responsibility of being mayor, for at some time he would have had to compromise. He went on, year after year, like a mahatma, almost out of the world at times, as if he saw a light at the end of the tunnel that ordinary men could not see. In biblical days, Pete, with his golden voice, his flair for salty phrases and expressive labels and his single-minded determination, would have been a major prophet. Although he refused to go to church, he was an honest-to-God Christian, who practiced the doctrine of loving his neighbor and forgiving his enemy.

Pete and Sally had three daughters, who carried on their father’s liberal traditions and independence. The oldest, Hazel, who never married, was a social worker for years, then became the first head of the Policewomen’s Bureau, where she was known for her spunk and independence. The second daughter, Norma, married Herbert C. Jackson, who became a tax expert for Pickands-Mather, the ancient iron ore and shipping firm, and rose steadily to become senior partner. He and Norma established a scholarship in honor of Witt at Western Reserve University. The third daughter, Helen, married Stuart Cummins, who was born on North Bass Island.

Pete and Sally celebrated their golden wedding anniversary in 1942. When he died in 1948, he insisted on no formal funeral service, and the only words spoken were a eulogy by his old friend and lawyer, Edgar S. Byers.

Cleveland: Confused City on a Seesaw
by Philip W. Porter
retired executive editor of the Plain Dealer
1976

courtesy of CSU Special Collections


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