The Iron Puddler: My Life in the Rolling Mills and What Came of It — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Iron Puddler: My Life in the Rolling Mills and What Came of It
John Stuart Mill · en
Nearly all of the mill workers in Elwood voted for me. I supposed that
I had made many personal enemies among the men by refusing to take their
grievances up with the bosses when I thought the men were wrong. But the
election proved they were my friends after all. The confidence of my
own fellows pleased me greatly. Later on, the men as a further token of
their good will clubbed together and gave me a gold watch. This gave me
greater joy, no doubt, than Napoleon felt when, with his own hand, he
placed a gold crown upon his head.
When it came time to qualify and be sworn into office I found trouble.
The Republican boss was disgruntled because only one Republican was
elected while the Democrats got everything else. He wanted me to give up
the office. “Let the tail go with the hide,” he said. “Let 'em have it
all.” His idea was to give the Democrats a closed family circle, so that
when temptation came along, they would feel safe in falling for it. He
feared that a Republican in the house to watch them would scare them
away from the bait. He wanted them to take bribes and be ruined by the
scandal, and that would bring the Republicans back to power. It was a
good enough way to “turn the rogues out” by first letting them become
rogues, but my heart was not set on party success only. I believed in
protecting the public. So I went ahead and got bondsmen to qualify me.
But as often as I got men to sign my bond, the boss went them and got
them off again. A firm of lawyers, Greenlee & Call, stood by me in my
struggle to make my bond. These men were ten years older than I. I was
twenty-five. They acted as godfathers to me. They gave me the use of
their library, and throughout my term as city clerk I spent my nights
poring over their law books. I became well grounded in municipal law
and municipal finance. I was able to pay back their kindness some years
later when C. M. Greenlee aspired to be judge of the Superior Court of
Madison County. I went to the convention as a delegate and worked hard
for Judge Greenlee until he was nominated, and elected.