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During the '80's another group of retired railroaders and former Telegraph operators were encouraged by the WDM to form a group to demonstrate the dying art of Telegraph communication to Museum visitors and tour groups. Once learned, the Morse code sticks with you like a second language. So I am active in that group and enjoy the dots & dashes "talking on wire"  ;-)

At Work at The Western Developement Museum
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              The Telegraph

 

In 1838 Samuel F. B. Morse demonstrated a model of his telegraph before the Franklin Institute, and in 1844, upon receiving an appropriation from congress, he built a line between Baltimore and Washington. It consisted of a key (switch) and electromagnetic (sounder) at each end in series with a wire and a battery; the earth acted as the return line. Either key sent a series of impulses, in the form of a pre arranged code representing the various letters of the alphabet, to energize the sounder at the other end of the wire. a number of telegraph companies were founded thereafter, some licensed under Morse’s patents and others employing a printing type of telegraph. these were all ultimately merged into the Western Union company. In the meantime, cables were laid across the Atlantic by Cyrus W. Field and others, the first permanent one being laid in 1866.

 

Since that time there have been evolved two-way (duplex) and four-way (quadruplex) transmission on a single line, multiplex, varioplex, carrier telegraphy, Desk-fax, and microwave radio relay links. Indeed, telegraphy has advanced more rapidly in recent years than when first developed.

 

Telegraph codes. In the Morse code used on manually operated lines in the United States, and the International or Continental code, used by foreign countries and in radio telegraphy, a short pulse is known as a dot, and a pulse three times as long is known as a dash. These, with the intervening spaces, forms the codes illustrated.

 

                            Morse                                           International or Continental

 

                Used on landlines in the U.S.&Canada                                         Used on Submarine Cables, Wireless, Military

                                                                                                                                        and  foreign countries

 

                                                                                                           

           A    . _                                                              A  ._

           B     _ …                                                          B   _ …

           C     .. .                                                             C   _._.

           D     _ ..                                                            D   _ ..

           E     .                                                                E    .

           F     . _ .                                                            F    .._.

           G     _ _ .                                                          G   _ _ .

           H    ….                                                             H   ….

            I     ..                                                                I    ..

            J     _._.                                                            J    ._ _ _

            K    _ . _                                                          K   _ . _

            L     __                                                             L    . _..

            M    _ _                                                            M   _ _

            N    _ .                                                              N   _ .

            O    .  .                                                              O    _ _ _

             P    …..                                                            P    . _ _ .

             Q    .._.                                                            Q    _ _ . _

             R    .  ..                                                             R    . _ .

              S                                                                    S   

              T   _                                                                  T    _

              U   . . _                                                              U   . . _

              V   …_                                                              V   …_

              W  ._ _                                                              W   . _ _

              X   . _ ..                                                             X   _ .. _

              Y   .. ..                                                               Y   _ . _ _ _

               Z   … .                                                              Z   _ _ ..

 

               1   . _ _ .                                                           1   . _ _ _ _

               2  .. _ ..                                                              2   .. _ _ _

               3  …_.                                                               3   … _ _

               4  …._                                                               4   …. _

               5  _ _ _                                                              5   …..

               6  ……                                                              6   _ ….

               7   _ _ ..                                                             7   _ _ …

               8   _ ….                                                             8   _ _ _ ..

               9   _ .. _                                                             9   _ _ _ _ .

               0   ___                                                               0   _ _ _ _ _

               Period          .._ _ ..                                            Period              . _ . _ . _

               Comma        ._._                                                Comma            __..__

               Interrogation_.._.                                               Interrogation    .._ _ ..

               Colon           _ . _ . .                                           Colon                _ _ _ . . .

               Semi-colon  ... ..                                                 Semi colon       _._._.

               Question Mark .._.  .                                         Question Mark  … _.

                                                   The Young Telegrapher

 

When I was just a young boy, weekly evening radio programs provided an escape from the isolation of farm life in winter. Or any time for that matter. On this particular occasion, I was hunkered down close to the large cabinet radio in our sitting room so as not to miss a word. We were listening to an episode of “The Lone Ranger.”It was always  exciting, filled with suspense. And there seemed always to be lot of bad hombres around.

 

One particular episode centered around the young son of a “well to do” rancher.  He had suffered the misfortune of being thrown from his horse, resulting in serious injury to his spine. It left him bedridden and unable to walk. Then it just so happened at that time, the Lone Ranger and his riding companion Tonto came to call at the ranch. Years before, they were instrumental in helping the rancher  settle a range dispute with land speculators. Traveling in the area, they decided to drop in and renew acquaintances  with the rancher. After an initial greeting of welcome, they found the rancher to be quite despondent. He shared details of the accident incurred by his son. His young boy was recovering,  but still lying in bed with a very uncertain future. He would have to reconcile himself  to the fact that he never would ride the range again,  galloping headlong with the ranch crew on the range as they  trailed a herd.

 

The boy in his bedroom felt  some excitement when he heard his father exclaim at the surprise arrival of his old friends. The boy had heard of the masked man. His coming to the aid of those in need on the frontier. His heroism in the face of danger. There was hushed conversation for a moment out front, then the distinct sound of high heeled riding boots approaching the boys bedroom door. The boy was in awe as his father quietly brought the Lone Ranger into his room and introduced him. The boy felt an aura of strength and courage that emanated from the masked man who reached out and firmly took his hand. Realizing the challenges the young boy would face, the masked man sat down on the bed and in conversation emphasized the importance of continuing his schooling. Opportunities would surely come. The boy was encouraged by the deep confident voice of the masked man. He promised to continue his schooling and would one day surely make his mark on this fast developing western frontier.

 

Around the fire in camp that evening the Lone Ranger and Tonto mused about the fate of the young boy. They wondered  what might be in store for him. Then after a short silence, over the crackle of the dying fire, Tonto exclaimed! “uuhhh, Him mebbe could learn talk on wire!”  Yes !! “excellent idea Keemosabe!” exclaimed the Lone Ranger.

 

They were near a frontier town.  A new railroad had passed through the previous year. And it was still expanding westward.  In the morning the Lone Ranger and Tonto called back at the ranch  to convey their idea to the rancher and the boy. Over a hearty breakfast the boys enthusiasm grew as he was

told how he could become an important part of the fast growing Railroad and Telegraph Industry. The rancher was all smiles at the prospect of his son now having an opportunity to make his way in life. As soon as breakfast was done, he ordered up the buckboard to be brought up for a trip to town and a visit with the Station Agent. There he was received warmly.The Company was growing rapidly, opening new depots by the week and they were scrambling to find telegraph operators to fill them. The agent would gladly take the lad on and teach him to be a telegrapher.

 

The boy was keen and rapidly became acquainted with the key, the code and from his perch in a quiet corner of the office, he practiced copying Morse traffic chattering on the line. Over time the agent was pleased with the progress of his young  apprentice. His apparent aptitude was reported to the division office. They would have a position for him when he was ready! As all good stories go, there was an incident when the agent would become incapacitated. Bad hombres up the track would attempt to hold up and rob the train, the lad would get off an emergency telegram to the sheriff, the holdup would be thwarted and the young lad would become the hero of the day! The Lone Ranger and Tonto would definatley be pleased.

 

Often when asked what it was that inspired me to  become a Telegraph operator, I would chuckle and say I was influenced by an episode of the Lone Ranger I had heard on the radio in my childhood.  Maybe it did. But actually in high school I had become aquainted with the local Section Foremans son. We both decided that the local station agent had the best job on the Railroad!J

 

Victor H  Pankoski

CN 1952/63

The Railroad Telegrapher

by Jim Thompson




Jim Thompson, retired Frisco telegrapher, now lives in Springfield, Missouri, writes and collects railroad memorabilia.

In 1844, Samuel F.B. Morse sent the first telegraph message from Baltimore to Washington, reading, ,"What hath God wrought." The dot and dash signals made from the sound of a clacking armature were easily read, and a new craft was born--telegraphy.

The significance of this invention was soon forthcoming. In 1848, four years after the famous Morse message, news of the Mexican War was received by anxious North Americans within mere hours of the battles, not weeks later as in the past. The Thirty-Fifth Parallel Project (better known as The St. Louis-San Francisco Railway Company)and its accompanying telegraph line was begun in 1853. Already established from St. Louis to Springfield, Missouri, a telegraph line, and the "Old Wire Road," was extended from Springfield to Fayetteville. Arkansas, in 1859-1860. Then came the Civil War in which telegraphy played a strategic role. Commanders communicated with their troops almost instantly. After the war, not only railroads, but also telegraph lines had to be strung across a vast continent. The use of telegraphy advanced with the advancement of the railroad, because the telegrapher's primary duty was maintaining communication between the train dispatcher, who was usually many miles away, and trains and the whole rail system. He copied train orders and messages for the train crews and reported to the dispatcher the passing of trains. The telegrapher was the eyes and ears of the train dispatcher.

There was some concern among telegraphers in 1876 when Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone. Telegraphers watched the progress of the telephone with anxiety. They had controlled rapid communications for more than thirty years, and they saw this new invention as a threat to their future. After ten years of watching this creeping menace, one man decided to do something about it.

On June 9, 1886, Ambrose D. Thursdon, the Agent-Telegrapher in La Porte City, Iowa, organized the telegraphers into a union on the Burlington, Cedar Rapids, and Northern Railroad (later to become the Rock Island Lines). The union was called The Order of Railroad Telegraphers. The first contract between Frisco and the Order of Railroad Telegraphers was signed January 1, 1906.

The telegraphers didn't want to be required to teach telegraphy. They wanted the craft kept in the family of their children and relatives. The management, however, sent in young men of its choice to learn telegraphy from the experienced Agent-Telegraphers. The young men were told to go "cub" with the "old heads." After some long, tough bargaining, the Frisco agreed in the contract of July 1, 1910, that telegraphers would not be required to teach telegraphy. Despite telegraphers' efforts to prevent it, telegraph schools sprang up around the country, and the telegraphers lost control of teaching telegraphy.

Jim Thompson at his telegraph desk, ca. 1948.

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In 1920, there were 78,134 telegraphers on all railroads represented by The Order of Railroad Telegraphers. Membership in the union had peaked. Twenty-six years later, in 1946, the Frisco had 5,000 miles of track and about 30,000 employees, including 5,000 telegraphers. Each small town along a rail line, about ten miles apart, had a depot. Most towns had an agent or agent-telegrapher. Some had a telegrapher on each shift around the clock.

The typical small town depot, a long, grey, paint-peeling rectangle, paralleled the railroad tracks. At one end was the freight room, which had a pair of scales on wheels for weighing whatever needed to be shipped: dairy cream in heavy cans, crated animals, baled hides, furniture, machinery. At the other end was a waiting room for passengers, usually with a big pot-bellied, coal-burning stove for heat. Toilets, however, were outhouses, about 25 yards from the depot, with a quarter moon cut in the door.

The depot office was located next to the passenger waiting room. In this office the telegrapher was also freight and passenger agent for the Frisco and agent for the Railway Express and The Western Union. He also handled the mail for the United States Post Office.

In 1946, 102 years after telegraphy was invented, I walked into one of those Frisco depots to buy a train ticket and heard the clacking of a telegraph sounder. Because of my experience as a signalman and radio operator aboard ship in the U.S. Navy, I could read most of what I heard. In the Navy we used International Morse Code. Railroad telegraphers used the American version. I knew instantly I wanted to be a telegrapher for the St. Louis-San Francisco Railway company, the Frisco, the company with the coonskin logo. When that old Prince Albert tobacco can was placed in the resonator just right, the flat clicking of the sounder turned into music. That music made the work a pleasure to me.

I was employed on March 27, 1946, and after a short training period was sent to relieve a telegrapher who was ill. The temporary office was a boxcar, without wheels, at the edge of a farmer's field, about ten feet from the track. The desk was made of rough sawed boards. The chair was a nail keg, the top padded with journal-box waste (a stringy cotton substance). A kerosene lamp furnished light. A clacking key and a telephone connected the telegrapher and the dispatcher. The telegraph key was for sending train-related reports. The telephone was for copying train orders from the train dispatcher. We had a six-day work week. My day off was Thursday.

The Frisco was then in bankruptcy and in the hands of receivers. There was a shortage of everything. When we received a letter we turned the paper over and answered on the back. We used a pencil until it was so short we couldn't hold it; then we extended its life a little longer by pushing it into the end of an empty gun cartridge. Business began improving for the Frisco in 1947, when Clarke Hungerford became President.

Many of our telegraph reports were sent to the Springfield Relay Office. That office always had the best Morse operators on the system. Clyde D. Rogers was one of the best. Clyde "Buck" Rogers, born June 26, 1909, in Ash Flat, Arkansas, established seniority on the Frisco when he went to work as third-trick telegrapher, 11 p.m. to 7 a.m. at Williford, Arkansas, on July 14, 1927. Buck Rogers is 85 years old, well, and living in Springfield, Missouri.

I can remember only one time when Buck broke me. It was considered amateurish to "break" someone, that is, to interrupt another telegrapher's transmission. Clyde Rogers could copy Morse code as fast as I could send without ever breaking in, but one day he did. I had been sending a long train report to him for most of an hour when, to my surprise, he opened the wire and slowly sent five dots, ". .... " (the letter P). I waited for a few minutes. He came back on the wire and said, "Go ahead." I resumed sending. When I finished sending my reports, he receipted for them with the letter "X," nothing more, just the Clyde "Buck" Rogers signature: "X".

Buck said he adopted the letter "X" as his sign because, using it, he could most easily record his sign, time, and date on messages with his left hand while continuing to send code with his right hand. He later became the Wire Chief over the Frisco System. He was also the General Secretary and Treasurer of System Division No. 32, The Order of Railroad Telegraphers. To me, Buck Rogers is Mr. Telegrapher. He "hired out" during the peak years of telegraphy. I came into the craft during the autumn of its life.

We often played tricks on the wire with less expe rienced telegraphers. When sending a "consist" of a train, we followed a prescribed format: car initials, number, contents, where the car was from, and the destination and routing. For example, "SLSF 123456 Co Wheels St. Louis Springfield SLSF" meant Frisco car number 123456 carried a cargo of wheels and was bound for St. Louis via the Frisco line. When we had a "lid" (inexperienced operator) on the line, we had no mercy on him. When we sent the contents of the car, Co Wheels, we could pause after the "W" instead Of the "O", and he would write the contents as, "Cow Heels." It could not be erased because as many as seven copies were made with carbon paper. Lids either became good operators quickly, or dropped out.

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Ticket Case

Experienced telegraphers had their own individual styles of sending Morse code, made by the ways they worked their keys. I knew one telegrapher at Memphis who sent like a loping mule. Another, who had a swing in his rhythm, we nicknamed Sammy Kay. Another who liked to send at 50 words per minute, but could only receive at 10, we called Flash Gordon.

Telegraphy, like most technologies, underwent changes during its life. One of the greatest was in the telegraph key itself. The key was adequate for brief exchanges of information. Its sound also captured the imagination of news people and movie makers. But it was too slow for young, energetic telegraphers who had many long reports to send. They needed speed. The Vibroplex "Bug" machine was built for that. One could move more telegraphic traffic in an hour with a "bug" than one could in a day with a key.

Another change involved minor language change in messages, but resulted in major changes in railroad safety. Because train orders are the traffic controls for trains, there was more pressure on the telegrapher while handling train orders than any other work. There were many kinds of train orders: meet orders, wait orders, slow orders, orders pertaining to bad track or men working. Meet orders worried me the most. My concern grew out of an incident that happened a few years before I became a telegrapher. The story was repeated often:

The train dispatcher issued a train order to the telegrapher at Amory addressed to southbound passenger train No. 1. He simultaneously issued an order to the telegrapher at Sulligent addressed to northbound freight train No. 322.

The order read something like this:

No. 1 Engine 1000 meet No. 322 Eng 4005 at Quincy. No. 322 takes siding at Quincy.

Passenger train No. 1 arrived first at Quincy, stopped, and held the main line. It was two o'clock in the morning. There was thunder, lightning, and rain. The engineer on steam engine No. 4005 caught his train order from the telegrapher at Sulligent and, using his railroad lantern, read his order on that swaying, jerking steam engine. Unfortunately, he read the meeting point as Amory instead of Quincy. Amory was five miles beyond the point where passenger train No. 1 was holding the main line. The freight train crashed into the passenger train at full speed. There were many casualties.

Each telegrapher wanted to write legibly where his "Quincy" would not look like "Amory." The Frisco soon changed the name of Quincy to Fat, the initials of F.A. Thompson, an official on the railroad.

Another of the changes in the telegrapher's work was the change from the train order hoop to the "Y" stick. From his trackside "bay-window" on the depot, the telegrapher watched for a train and the instant he saw it he told the dispatcher, who then decided if he wanted to issue a train order. If the dispatcher did, the telegrapher copied it, rolled up the order, clipped it onto the train order hoop, and raced to the very edge of the train platform, close enough the trainmen could grab their orders. He handed the first copy up to the engineer and the second to the conductor on the rear of the train.

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The train order hoop was intolerable. It looked like a big comma with an extra long tail. Moving aboard the train at great speed, the trainman ran his arm through the hoop, pulled it out of the hand of the telegrapher, took the order, and threw the hoop down alongside the track. Injuries occurred when the telegrapher was slow to let go of the hoop. Occasionally the telegrapher was jerked down on his back. Likewise, the trainman sometimes suffered arm injuries.

The old train order hoop was replaced with the "Y" shaped train order stick. The telegrapher placed the order in a string and then threaded it around the stick. The telegrapher held the stick and the trainman took only the string with the order attached in a slip knot.

Telegraphers at most small stations, in addition to their railroad duties, worked for Western Union. Sending, receiving, and delivering telegrams was engaging work. There was always a sense of urgency about a telegram. Many contained death notices or news of serious illness. Others announced births, anniversary wishes, or congratulations on a job well done. Those brought smiles, and tips, from the recipients. The railroad would not permit gratuities, but Western Union had no such rule. I had only one bad experience with Western Union.

On a temporary assignment, I was busy with office chores, but I heard someone on the telegraph frantically calling, "CND, "CND", "CND." My friend, C.N. Deckard, worked at the next station south and I wondered why he didn't answer the wire. I thought one of his friends was calling him. It wasn't uncommon, when you wanted to talk to a friend on the wire, to just use his initials instead of his station call sign. Soon the telephone rang and I answered, "Hello!" It was the Western Union Wire Chief. His voice was several octaves above normal, and he asked an insulting question, "Can you telegraph?" I answered, "Yes, sir." "Then why in the blankety blank blank don't you copy this Commercial News Dispatch I have been trying to give you for the last ten minutes?" "CND?" I asked. I told him I thought he was trying to call my friend C.N. Deckard; he wasn't impressed. The regular agent had failed to inform me that a Western Union customer at the station subscribed to a futures report on pork-bellies through Western Union. From that day forward I forgot about my friend Carl N. Deckard and concentrated on pork-bellies. Western Union paid 10% commission for handling their business.

Telegraphers at many small stations were also agents for the Railway Express Company. Commissions from Western Union and Railway Express combined with wages from the railroad made a good job in 1946, and we made every effort to protect our incomes, sometimes inventive efforts. A friend of mine told me this story. A dog breeder shipped many prize-winning dogs from his station by Railway Express. One day he brought in a registered hunting dog with a long pedigree for shipment. The express train had already left for that day. This meant the dog would have to be fed, watered, and exercised. My friend went into the freight room at the proper time and opened the dog's crate. He said the dog jumped out of that crate like a crazed wild animal, bolted out the door and down the street, with my friend in hot pursuit. However, the dog rounded a corner and disappeared under a fence. My friend sat down on the street curb, winded, tired, and angry at the dog. He wondered what he would tell his superiors. He said he looked up the street and there he saw an ugly, skinny, stray dog standing on his hind legs looking over into a garbage can. My friend said he slipped up behind that dog and put his belt around his neck. He dragged the dog back to the freight room, fed him, watered him, and shipped him out on the next express. My friend said he heard nothing more about the matter. He did, however, collect the commission on the shipment.

Train order hoop, used to communicate with moving trains.

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Ticket sales to passenger-train customers was also part of the te!egrapher's work. Extreme care had to be taken when figuring the cost of a ticket. Any shortages in money came out of the telegrapher's check. Passenger train business was good during and immediately following World War II. The waiting room was full when I opened the ticket window. A smiling customer with a friendly voice stepped up to the ticket window and laid a fifty dollar bill on the ticket counter. He then held it up to make sure I saw what it was. I had not seen many fifty dollar bills. We exchanged pleasantries and he told me where he wanted to go. I turned my back to him and pulled the ticket out of the ticket case, stamped it, and laid it on the counter. I said, "That will be nine dollars." I took his money, put it in the money box, and gave him forty-one dollars in change. The next customer bought a ticket and gave me the money. When I opened the money box to deposit her money, there in the big bill tray, instead of a fifty dollar bill, was a five dollar bill. I looked under the five dollar bill, but there was no fifty. I felt first class panic, since that represented almost a week's pay at that time. I was so horrified I couldn't calculate how much money I'd lost. I gave him a nine dollar ticket. He gave me a five dollar bill. I had given him forty-one dollars in change for a fifty dollar bill that I had only seen, but not received. I sold tickets to the rest of the customers and waited for the train to arrive. When the conductor came in I told him what had happened. He assured me he would get the money. A few days later an envelope arrived with forty-one dollars inside. The conductor kept his word. He repossessed the money I erroneously gave the thief. The scoundrel rode to his destination on the nine dollar ticket, for which he only paid five dollars. Today, I still have trouble with this math problem, but I think I lost four dollars in the deal. It must have been confusing to everyone because the Frisco never deducted the money from my check.

Telegraphers worked on a seniority basis, first in, first out. Until they were assigned permanent positions, they were on the "Extra List," working relief in cases of sickness, vacation, or emergencies. Working "extra," I have arrived at small stations in the middle of the night with no place to sleep except the depot. The ticket counter made a pretty good bed. The company subscribed to a book called the Official Guide. It was four to six inches thick and made a good pillow. If the weather was cool I'd build a fire in the big pot-bellied stove in the office. If I could find a tin can and some water, and if there was a store nearby, I bought some coffee and boiled it on the stove. Most stores sold cheese and crackers, sausage, and sardines. With that and a little fresh fruit, one could prepare a fairly good meal.

Telegraphers were assigned positions according to seniority. The senior telegrapher was almost always entitled to the position. On one occasion I had been deeply engrossed in what I was doing and then realized there was someone standing behind me peeping over my shoulder. It was Eddy Reeve. He had the seniority roster in one hand and was trying to read my name on the Passing Train Report, which we had to complete at the start of each shift. My name appeared at the top of the report. He was looking for a place to displace and he wanted to know if he was the senior employee. He was--and I was immediately displaced. I, in turn, displaced someone else, and the bumping continued until someone became unemployed.

Finally, I was assigned to a regular position. I was senior bidder. I had grown tired of traveling and was ready to settle down. My wife and I finished our extra assignment and headed for our new home. The passenger train on which we were riding stopped at my headquarters for a few minutes. I got off the train and went into the office. The chief dispatcher, W.M. Robuck, said, "Jim, you have been bumped by a senior employee, but I want to send you on another extra assignment." What! We were disappointed to say the least. However, after a time I was assigned to a permanent position, which I was able to hold until I retired.

The complimentary close following a transaction on the wire was '"73," a symbol of fraternity. In 1967 a final '73 was transmitted across the Frisco system, and with that, telegraphy was discontinued on the Frisco, 123 years after Samual Morse's 1844 message. Through the 1950's and 1960's, technological innovations in radio, telephone, and computer combined to make Morse's message seem overly dramatic. But to those of us who were the eyes and ears of the railroads, we were, like Mercury, messengers for thundering giants.

All photos by the author, courtesy Frisco Railroad Museum, Springfield, Missouri.

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