Part 9: "You're All Fired!"
by Paul Schatzkin
Philo T. Farnsworth and his partner, Russel Seymour "Skee" Turner, decided to go ahead with their plans to build a television studio separate from the laboratories at Mermaid
Lane, regardless of the response of Farnsworth's other backers. Skee Turner felt so strongly that such a facility was essential if Farnsworth was ever to surmount the day-to-day problems of commercial television, that he put up enough money himself to
erect a prefabricated structure on a hill in the Wyndmoor section of Philadelphia.
While the empty building was fitted with a stage and lights, Farnsworth and
the lab gang devoted their time to building two state-of-the-art Image Dissector
cameras. These cameras were built for durability as well as high resolution.
All the equipment was engineered so that camera and picture tube would both
be capable of producing 441 lines per frame - well in excess of the 400 lines
per frame that Farnsworth had established as his objective back in 1928.
Farnsworth's crew created and built a special transmitter and
a 100-foot tower that could blanket the Philadelphia metropolitan
area with experimental television signals. They also designed
and built the world's first electronic video switcher, which allowed
instantaneous intercutting between the two cameras as programs
were broadcast. While all the equipment was under construction,
the FCC granted Farnsworth a license to conduct experimental television
transmissions under the call letters W3XPF.
One big job for the new broadcasters was finding artists to perform
before the electronic eye. Farnsworth had learned during the Franklin
Institute public demonstration in 1934, that he could rely on
an endless supply of amateur singers, dancers, musicians and magicians
willing to trade their time for a little exposure and the undeniable
thrill of being televised.
What programs they were able to assemble were broadcast to a handful of receivers
that were beginning to appear around Philadelphia. By now there were three
companies in the area experimenting with electronic television: Farnsworth,
RCA and Philco. Many of the engineers who worked for these companies had receivers
in their homes that they used to monitor transmissions from their laboratories.
The few dozen homes that were actually equipped with TV became focal points
of the neighborhood, truly the first on their block.
For the time being at least, television was getting started in
much the same way as radio, in the hands of a few clever enthusiasts
who could build their own receivers to catch whatever was in the
Some amusing peculiarities were discovered in the Image Dissector
tube as it began the routine of transmitting television programs
on a daily basis. The characteristics that caused the most headaches
arose from the tube's unusual infrared sensitivity, which caused
red, which normally photographs black, to televise as white.
The Max Factor Company in Hollywood contributed their expertise in early color
movies, and the coloration problems were solved by applying blue makeup around
the lips and eyes. Consequently, performers who appeared perfectly normal
on the TV monitor looked ghoulishly blue to the unaided eye.
The Image Dissector also displayed a peculiar sensitivity to certain
fabrics which rendered them transparent, as was graphically illustrated
the day a pretty ballerina appeared to be dancing naked on the
Video broadcasts from the Farnsworth studios not only proved the
feasibility of television, they gave Farnsworth a public image,
and the boy genius from Utah became a minor celebrity. Though
fewer than 50 homes in the Philadelphia area were equipped with
video receivers, the activity was enough to add the word "television"
to the language.
For a few months, Farnsworth enjoyed the attention; it was a welcome
change after nearly 10 years of hard work in total obscurity.
But eventually the obligations of even minor celebrity status
became too pressing a burden on his time. What with meetings and
interviews and visits from foreign dignitaries all hoping to spend
a few minutes with the great Farnsworth, being famous became a
job in itself, entirely apart from the work that made him famous
in the first place.
The flood of publicity peaked in 1936 when the Paramount Newsreel
Service, the Eyes and Ears of the World, ran two stories about
the coming of television and the remarkable man who put it all
together. One story described Farnsworth as the man who made "mankind's
most fanciful dream about to become a startling reality."
By raising the visibility of the company, nationwide publicity raised the
value of the stock, and the value of everybody's holdings swelled appreciably.
Some accountant with a sardonic wit told Farnsworth that at current prices,
his own holdings were worth more than $1,000,000-these figures made Farnsworth
a living example of the American dream-a millionaire before his 30th birthday.
Of course, this was only a "paper" fortune. The fact was, Jess and
George McCargar continued having difficulty finding investors willing to buy
into a company that could not sell its only product.
In October 1936, Colliers Magazine ran a feature story about "Phil
the Inventor," that said that television seemed destined
to find its way into many American homes by Christmas, 1937. This
prediction reflected a common feeling of the time, that commercial
television was "just around the corner." But Farnsworth
knew that as long as his patents remained under contention, turning
corners would have to wait for another day.
One Step Into the Future
With the job of perfecting and promoting electronic television
off to a strong start under its own roof, life at Farnsworth's
Mermaid Lane Laboratory took on a new dimension. The smell of
new work permeated the air as Farnsworth and his loyal "lab
gang" began to look back on what 10 years of refining television
had taught them.
Many of the men still working for Farnsworth had joined him years
earlier in San Francisco. Under Farnsworth's youthful guidance,
this unlikely group managed to turn the tangle of wire and glass
that produced the first electronic television picture into the
total fulfillment of "mankind's most fanciful dream."
Others before them had failed, crying that it could not be done
without massive infusions of capital, but Farnsworth and his lab
gang proved them all wrong. They not only invented TV, they overcame
the limitations of their financing and delivered their invention
to the marketplace, ready for the start of commercial broadcasting.
After so many successful years together, the lab gang began to
take on the air of scientific invincibility. The unwritten motto
for the entire operation was: "The difficult we do right
away. The impossible takes slightly longer."
In 1935, Farnsworth's attorney, Donald K. Lippincott, filed applications
for 32 new patents which covered improvements in television as
well as some new work that was not directly related. Farnsworth
was proud of these submissions because some of them embodied original
discoveries he made over the years. But what excited him most
about this batch of patents was that 14 of them were attributed
to members of the lab gang other than Farnsworth himself.
This score reflects the collective spirit that Farnsworth instilled
in his coworkers. This straightforward approach to his work provided
an incentive that tied the lab gang together. Their hours were
long, the work was sometimes tediously painstaking, and the pay
was never abundant, but Farnsworth never had any trouble finding
capable men who were not only willing but eager to work with him.
As the lab gang grew, Farnsworth chose new men very carefully, watching closely
for people who displayed both compatibility and trainability. Admission to
the lab gang was predicated primarily on an applicant's willingness to take
chances. What kept the lab going was men who could, by following Farnsworth's
example, find their own way of doing whatever they'd been assigned, and make
it work. In this manner, Farnsworth built a well organized team that could
deliver the specific ingredients of his designs.
"I'm building men, not gadgets," Philo once said, and
the extraordinary results of his unique style of work and leadership
was a testimony to that philosophy.
Once accepted, a new employee found himself welcomed into what
Tobe Rutherford called, "one big happy family." Indeed,
many lab workers were members of his immediate family: his brothers
Carl and Lincoln were both members of the lab gang. His sister,
Laura studied with Max Factor, and became the resident make-up
consultant. And his chief tube-builder was his brother-in-law.
This extended family became a collective unit that was the extension
of Philo's incredibly creative scientific mind.
At the same time that he was directing members of his research
team to solve particular problems that grew out of the day to
day television operations, Philo concentrated his own attention
on dozens of problems in basic science which his instincts led
him to explore. It was the solid back up of his laboratory group
which provided the support necessary for him to begin explorations
in the outer stratosphere of physics.
Farnsworth became convinced that there was no limit to the things
he could get electrons to do in a vacuum bottle. He turned to
his lab gang to construct the tubes and circuits that could prove
his point. Electronic television, which began as a dream in the
mind of a child, was now a virtual reality, but the lab gang was
the fulfillment of an even grander dream. Television was as much
the product of their sweat as it was the gift of his genius. Farnsworth
was the dreamer, and the lab gang was the instrument of his dreams.
With these men at his side, whatever Farnsworth wished of the
future was at his command.
Throughout 1935 and 1936, Farnsworth carried a considerable work
load. He spent long mornings at the studio, personally demonstrating
his invention for the daily tide of visiting dignitaries and scientists
who felt they were entitled to a few minutes of Farnsworth's time.
The afternoons he spent at the laboratory on Mermaid Lane, working
on solutions to problems that came up at the studio. The evenings
he spent either at the lab or at home, working on his new ideas
and developing the mathematics for his own theories.
These jobs alone were enough for three men, but there was no end
to the distractions that kept Farnsworth away from what he considered
the important work. Most disturbingly, the people who were primarily
responsible for funding Farnsworth's enterprise did not share
his enthusiasm for opening new lines of research. After all, there
was still no settlement in sight from RCA, and the dream of video
broadcasting remained indefinitely postponed. Until the RCA litigation
was cleared up, all this talk of advanced science struck Jess
McCargar as somewhat premature.
In fact, McCargar was beginning to display impatience with the
whole affair, and suggested on more than one occasion that maybe
accepting RCA's offer for a complete sell out wasn't such a bad
idea after all. The suggestion only proved to Phil that Jess would
never understand how a patent was something that could earn money
from licensing, without ever being sold. McCargar could only make
judgments based on how much things cost, and now, as usual, they
cost too much.
Farnsworth to the Rescue
In the closing months of 1936, these pressures began to exercise
a noticeable effect on Farnsworth's delicate physiological balance.
He began to show the signs of growing tired each day, and his
disposition sometimes turned sour. After pushing himself relentlessly
for 10 years, he was finally beginning to reach the limits of
As if life on Mermaid Lane wasn't already intense enough, Farnsworth
learned in the autumn of 1936 that his only licensee, Baird of
England, was in trouble. The BBC was all set to award its television
contract to EMI, but Baird and his backers raised such a fuss
that the matter came up in Parliament, where the Selsdun Committee
was appointed to make certain that the BBC conducted competitive
testing between EMI and Baird before awarding the contract. As
the tests got underway in 1936, Baird started having problems
with his Image Dissector tubes. He couldn't get a picture.
Unfortunately for Farnsworth, there was no one else in the world
Baird could turn to for help. Aside from being tired, he was understandably
reluctant to leave the lab. But since his only industrial ally
was on the verge of collapse, he had no choice. He agreed to go,
with two stipulations: he insisted on taking a slow boat, so that
he could have a few days to rest; and he insisted that passage
be provided for his wife Pem. Baird accepted these conditions,
and Mr. and Mrs. Farnsworth sailed for Europe, making a honeymoon
of it 10 years after their wedding.
In London, Farnsworth found Baird's equipment set up in the elegant Crystal
Palace in Kensington Gardens, the remarkable glass and steel edifice that
Queen Victoria had built in the 19th century to house an industrial exhibition.
Farnsworth was shocked to discover the real source of Baird's problems: two
years after taking a license from Farnsworth, Baird was still using the scanning
disc for certain components of his system. True, Baird had pushed his mechanical
creation to the point that it could deliver some 200 lines per frame, but
the competing system offered by EMI produced 405 lines per frame, and clearly
left Baird standing in the cold.
Baird was using his Image Dissector tube for his "cinefilm"
transmitter, which is the British euphemism for a film-chain,
but even in this capacity he was not taking full advantage of
the Dissector's capacities. In fact, Farnsworth found the chassis
for the Dissector only partially built; Baird and his men simply
didn't know how to finish it.
Once he was on the scene at the Crystal Palace, Farnsworth plunged
into an around-the-clock schedule to put Baird back in business.
When he was done, Farnsworth and his wife drove with Baird and
members of the Selsdun Committee to a small pub outside London
where a cathode ray tube receiver was set up to catch Baird's
over-the-air transmission. Everybody saw the crisp detail and
subtle contrasts in the picture delivered by the Farnsworth Image
Still, there was really little Philo T. Farnsworth could do to
help John Logie Baird as long as the Englishman hung onto his
spinning discs. Evidently, British Gaumont, Baird's backers, felt
pretty much the same way as Farnsworth. It seemed that Baird's
chances of winning the BBC contract were doomed even before Farnsworth
arrived at the Crystal Palace.
Having done all that he could for Baird, Farnsworth disappeared
with his wife for three weeks on the French Riviera. Conversation
during their train ride across France centered on the recently
exposed intrigue of Edward VIII's illicit romance. The Farnsworths
arrived on the Riviera at almost the same time as Wallace Simpson,
the object of Edward's affections, who was forced to flee London
as word of her relationship with the King leaked out.
Phil and Pem spent three well-deserved weeks on the beach, during which time
Edward announced his abdication. Those three quiet weeks provided a much needed
period of rest for both Phil and Pem, their first real vacation after more
than 10 years of hard work. It was also the first opportunity that Phil and
Pem had in as many years to spend a period of time alone together. The backdrop
of the French Riviera provided just the right romantic touch to reawaken the
fire of their affection.
While they were on the Riviera, the Farnsworths were shocked to
read one morning that the Crystal Palace was leveled by a fire
of mysterious origins, which destroyed all of John Logie Baird's
equipment, including Farnsworth's Image Dissector. The fire brought
almost total ruination to John Logie Baird, and all but guaranteed
that EMI would win the contract to put BBC into electronic television.
The news was a set back to the energy that this trip seemed to
be gathering. Before sailing home, Phil and Pem made one more
stop in London to survey the damage. Sifting through the rubble
of the Crystal Palace, Phil found a macabre souvenir of the tragedy-the
charred, melted remains of his Image Dissector tube, which he
carefully placed in one of his bags, to be carried home with him
as a grim reminder of what was left of the British hope.
The Beginning of the End
After six weeks absence Philo looked forward anxiously to returning
to his laboratory to see what had become of the patents that were
filed prior to his departure. He had left the work in capable
hands before he left, and hoped to see that some interesting results
had been produced while he was away.
Instead of hopeful signs of progress, Farnsworth was dismayed
to discover that some of the patents that seemed most valuable
had been abandoned while he was away only because they had no
direct applications to TV. But more importantly, Farnsworth discovered
discontent coming from everybody in the lab over the way that
things had been handled during his absence.
Phil learned that Jess McCargar had sent Russ Pond, one of his
buddies in the stock-peddling business to Philadelphia to take
over the management of the lab. Pond was cut from the same fabric
as McCargar, and had no prior experience with anything that involved
electronics or engineering. Nevertheless, he took his role very
seriously, but showed little regard for the delicacies of science.
The result of his arbitrary management was a badly demoralized
lab gang. Farnsworth found everybody grumbling about how things
had fallen apart in the six short weeks while he was in Europe.
The entire lab gang was suffering from a case of badly damaged
esprit de corps.
Russ Pond was sent back to San Francisco immediately, but it was
too late to prevent the rapid chain of events that would lead
to a confrontation with Jess McCargar. That encounter became inevitable
when Jess decided that Phil should reduce the payroll by dismissing
some of his staff, and then decided to come East to deliver the
ultimatum to Farnsworth in person.
This, Farnsworth decided, was the place to plant his feet. We
would not allow McCargar's shortsightedness to jeopardize his
most valuable asset. Every one of his men performed some essential
role and none could be spared without affecting numerous phases
of the total operation. Nor could he face the emotional stress
of deciding who should go and who should stay. It would have been
too much like choosing between his children.
McCargar was adamant. "Well," he scowled, "If you
can't fire some of them, fire all of them, and hire back the ones
Farnsworth refused to fire a single man, so Jess McCargar took
matters into his own hands, as if to show Farnsworth who was really
the boss. McCargar stormed defiantly out of Phil's office and
announced to everyone present with gloomy finality,"You're
Farnsworth sat alone in his office while his men filed out, quiet
and perplexed. Waves of anger and despair seized him as he tried
to assess what McCargar had done to his life. The spirit left
the room when Farnsworth walked out of the lab alone that night.
Pem already knew what had happened when Phil walked in the house,
looking beaten and depressed. She tried to talk about it but Phil
was still too overwhelmed and confused to articulate his feelings.
They went to a movie instead.
Later that evening, Phil called some of the men to see if they
would come back, but every call met the same response. Even Tobe
Rutherford had taken all the static and interference he could
from Jess McCargar and refused. He just didn't have the stomach
for it as long as Jess McCargar remained in charge.
Hard as it was for Tobe and the others, it was even harder for
Phil. As the full impact of McCargar's blind ruthlessness became
apparent, Farnsworth realized that the foundation of his future
lay in ruins, and felt that all of his struggles had been in
vain. It seemed senseless to continue to stand up in the face
of external threats if he was only going to be knocked down in
the end by the people who were supposed to be on his side.
End of Part 9
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