AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOHN FRITZ 53
I had previously done, but to go through the works leisurely, seeing what was being done and how, and thinking whether any improvements could be made, either in the machinery or in the practice. As the mill was in charge of the night foreman, I was in a measure reUeved of the responsibiUty that I was subjected to during the day, in looking after the miU and seeing that the machinery was kept in proper order, and in addition having everything made ready for the night turn. The night foreman had only to see that the work was properly done and the machinery well looked after. My mind being much reUeved at night-time, it was in a much better condition to imbibe and retain any improvements that might be suggested.
One night an amusing incident happened. We were short of steam and I put a cut-off on the engine; as we wanted it finished, we concluded to work on it at night. Archie Johnston was doing the work. Mr. Hooven took a great interest in it and stayed with us aU night. While I was busy at work at the engine house, they got to talking. The flywheels used to go to pieces in those days. Mr. Hooven said, " Now, I've got a flywheel in my mind that wfll not go to pieces." Archie said, " What is it? " Mr. Hooven said he wasn't going to teU. After a whfle Archie said, " I've got a puddUng machine in my mind." Mr. Hooven said, "What is it Uke?" "WeU," said Archie, " you teU me about the flywheel and I'll teU you about the puddUng machine."
At that time the miU men, such as puddlers, heaters, and rollers, were generally EngUsh and Welsh, and they got a full share of my time. In the evenings between heats, while they were smoking their pipes, cutties as they generally called them, I would sit down on a charge of pig iron and listen to them describing their mills in England and Wales, and their method of working. In aU of this I was greatly