CHAPTER XXVI

MAKING IT PAY

"When I saw thousands of men in Detroit alone fighting like wild animals

for a chance at a decent living wage it brought home to me the

tremendous economic waste in our system of doing business," Ford said.

"Every man in those crowds must go back to a job--if he found one at

all--that did not give him a chance to do his best work because it did

not pay him enough to keep him healthy and happy.

"I made up my mind to put my project through, to prove to the men who

are running big industries that my plan pays. I wanted employers to see

that when every man has all the money he needs for comfort and happiness

it will be better for everybody. I wanted to prove that the policy of

trying to get everything good for yourself really hurts you in the end."

He paused and smiled his slow, whimsical smile.

"Well, I guess I proved it," he said.

Six weeks after the plan went into effect in his factory a comparison

was made between the production for January, 1914, and January, 1913. In

1913, with 16,000 men working on the actual production of cars for ten

hours a day, 16,000 cars were made and shipped. Under the new plan

15,800 men working eight hours a day made and shipped 26,000 cars.

Again Ford had shown the value of that intangible, "impractical"

thing--a spirit of friendliness and good will.

On the ebb tide of the enthusiasm which had stirred this country at the

announcement of his profit-sharing plan a thousand skeptical opinions

arose. "Oh, he's doing it just for the advertising." "He knew, right

enough, that he would make more money in the end by this scheme--he's no

philanthropist."

Ford wanted his new plan known; he wanted employers everywhere to see

what he was doing, how he did it, and what the effects would be. He did

expect the factory to run better, to produce more cars. If it had not

done so his plan would have been a failure.

"Do the thing that is best for everybody and it will be best for you in

the end." That was his creed. He hoped to prove its truth so that no one

would doubt it.

Nor is Ford a philanthropist, with the ordinary implications that follow

that word. He is a hard-headed, practical man, who has made a success in

invention, in organization, in the building of a great business. His

contribution to the world is a practical contribution. His message is a

practical message.

"This whole world is like a machine--every part is as important as every

other part. We should all work together, not against each other.

Anything that is good for all the parts of the machine is good for each

one of them.

"Or look at it as a human body. The welfare of one part is dependent on

all the other parts. Once in a while a little group of cells get

together and takes to growing on its own account, not paying any

attention to the rest. That is a cancer. In the end what it takes from

the rest of the body causes the death of the whole organism. What do

those independent, selfish cells get out of it?

"I tell you, selfishness, trying to get ahead of the other fellow,

trying to take away from other people, is the worst policy a man can

follow. It is not a 'practical' viewpoint on life. Any man who is a

success is a success because his work has helped other men, whether he

realizes it or not. The more he helps other men the more successful

every one will be, and he will get his share."

Putting his profit-sharing plan into effect was not a simple matter of

writing the checks. He had to educate not only other employers, but his

own men as well. They must be taught the proper way to use money, so

that it would not be a detriment to themselves or a menace to society in

general.

On the other hand, Ford did not believe in the factory systems in use

abroad. He did not mean to give each of his workmen a model cottage,

with a model flower garden in front and a model laundry in the rear, and

say to them: "Look at the flowers, but do not pick them; it will spoil

my landscape effect. Look at the lawn, but do not cut it; I have workmen

for that."

He meant to place no restraints on the personal liberty of the men. He

believed that every man, if given the opportunity, would make himself a

good, substantial citizen, industrious, thrifty and helpful to others.

He meant his plan to prove that theory also.

It has been rumored that the extra share of profits was given with "a

string to it." That is not so. There was no single thing a man must have

to do to entitle him to his share. He need not own a home, start a bank

account, support a family, or even measure up to a standard of work in

the shops. Manhood and thrift were the only requisites, and the company

stood ready to help any man attain those.

The first obstacle was the fact that 55 per cent. of the men did not

speak English. Investigators visiting their miserable homes were obliged

to speak through interpreters. A school was started where they might

learn English, and the response was touching. More than a thousand men

enrolled immediately, and when the plan was discussed in the shops 200

American workmen volunteered to help in teaching, so thoroughly had the

Ford spirit of helpfulness pervaded the factory. The paid teachers were

dismissed, and now those 200 men, on their own time, are helping their

fellow-employees to learn the language of their new country.

Shortly after the newspapers had carried far and wide the news of Ford's

revolutionary theories a man knocked late one night at the door of the

manager's home.

"Will you give me a job?" he asked.

"Why, I don't know who you are," the manager replied.

"I'm the worst man in Detroit," said the caller defiantly. "I'm

fifty-four years old, and I've done thirty-two years in Jackson prison.

I'm a bad actor, and everybody knows it. I can't get a job. The only

person that ever played me true is my wife, and I ain't going to have

her taking in washing to support me. If you want to give me a job, all

right. If you don't I'm going back to Jackson prison for good. There's

one man yet I want to get, and I'll get him."

Somewhat nonplussed by the situation the manager invited the man in,

talked to him a bit, and called up Ford.

"Sure, give him a chance," Ford's voice came over the wire. "He's a man,

isn't he? He's entitled to as good a chance as any other man."

The ex-convict was given a job in the shops. For a couple of months his

work was poor. The foreman reported it to the manager. The manager wrote

a letter, telling the man to brace up, there was plenty of good stuff in

him if he would take an interest in the work and do his best.

The next morning he came into the manager's office with his wife, so

broken up he could hardly hold his voice steady. "That letter's the

finest thing, outside of what my wife has done, that I've ever had

happen to me," he said. "I want to stick here, I'll do the best I know

how. I'll work my hands off. Show me how to do my work better."

A couple of months later he came into the office and took a small roll

of bills out of his pocket.

"Say," he said, shifting from one foot to the other, and running his

fingers around the brim of the hat in his hands, "I wonder if you'd tell

me how to get into a bank and leave this? And what bank? I'm wise how to

get in and take it out, but I ain't up to putting it in without some

advice."

To-day that man is living in his own home which he is paying for on the

installment plan, and he is one of the best workers in Detroit, a good,

steady man.

His chance appearance resulted in Ford's policy of employing convicts

wherever his investigators come across them. Nearly a hundred

ex-criminals, many of them on parole, are working in his shops to-day,

and he considers them among his best men.

"No policy is any good if it cannot go into a community and take every

one in it, young, old, good, bad, sick, well, and make them all happier,

more useful and more prosperous," he says. "Every human being that lives

is part of the big machine, and you can't draw any lines between parts

of a machine. They're all important. You can't make a good machine by

making only one part of it good."

This belief led to his establishing a unique labor clearing-house in his

administration building--a department that makes it next to impossible

for any man employed in the organization to lose his job.

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