Palisadian. [volume] (Cliffside Park, N.J.) 1906-current, 1915-11-27
Big Hurricane Puts
"Palisadian" Plant
On Brink Of Dispair

The hurricane that lit upon the
Palisades last week played a prank
upon "The Palisadian," among the
many other things it did in this sec
ton. Friday being make-ready day,
meaning the day of going to press
as well, things were going ahead at
a lively rate at nine a. m. Forms
were making ready, proofs were be-
ing revised, corrections were being
made, the devil was buster than two
bees in a tar bucket washing up the
rollers, when-bang! A flash, a
buzz, whirr, and the big linotype
machine and the motor that runs the
shafting and pulleys connected. with
the three presses were all out of COM
mission. The power house man was
appealed to but could offer no help,
claiming he did not know what had
happened to things, only that the
power was cut off by broken wires,
somehow, somewhere.
Most printing offices are glad and
anxious to get through on press day.
The wind up of the week is looked
forward to as the greatest event of
the week. Getting out paper is
no child's play, especially where it
is all set up, and no boiler plate of
any kind used, and the force is small.
When anything goes wrong and
nothing can be done, there never was
aything more miserable than print
ers. 1t breaks into their calcula-
tions. They all want to get through
with things as early as possible.
They sit around, talk little, say
little, do little, but are on the phone
about every two minutes asking the
power house how they are coming
along, and when the blooming thing
will be working, etc. There is no
end of worry. Well, in this partic-
ular armistice things were just
dead. There was no life in any
thing or anybody around the plant.
The foreman swore like ducked
sailor, the linotype operator likewise
ripped out cuss word about every
other minute, and the little devil sat
around with face on him as long
as your arm. For six long hours the
trouble kept up, and not a wheel
turned, not lamp burned. Things
were getting desperate just before
three p. M, when the foreman sug-
gested that they shut the id place
up and all go home. The linotype
operator echoed the sentiment with
a little sauce thrown in one the side
about the id hard luck and the
devil sat there without the sugges-
ton of motion or life. Suddenly a
light went on, and you should have
seen that boy devil! Grinning from
ear to ear, he fairly shouted, There
she is boys! Come on! Get busy!
Get busy! Here, Sam, got the form
on, lock her up and I'll start the
motor"
The linotype operator also spoke
and said, "Well, my metal is hot,
anyhow, dash it to dash! Now bring
on your copy"
"Here, Steve! dash it, hand me up
that wrench, said the pressman,
dropped it behind the dashed
cylinder! Hurry up--WILL you,
please! Aw, say, git move on yer
there, will you?"
"You ought ter be glad you're
livin'" replied the boy devil, "you
amt got no appreciation. don't
have to break my neck now. We
CANT git out tonight, nohow."
"Caint, eh?" asked the foreman.
"Well, you just get a move on and
I'll show you. I'll have that last
form on by nine o'clock tonight. l
forgot to eat any lunch. Run out
and buy me a sandwich"
And sure enough the form was
out at nine.