John Garner:
Interesting sidenote in your post # 94. I never knew American Bridge had their own pattern of spud wrench. I am unclear as to what 'single straight taper' vs 'dual taper' on the spud refers to. In my time in heavy construction, we ordered spud wrenches by the size wrench required, and either Armstrong or Williams, or a few other firms made them.
I know the bigger firms doing field erecting often had tools made by vendors to their design. Chicago Bridge and Iron ( CBI) was, at one time, perhaps the biggest builder and erector of large storage tanks (and the "Horton Sphere" spherical tanks). CBI used to have runs of drift pins, and other hardware used by field boilermakers to put plate steel tank work together made by vendors. When CBI arrived on a jobsite, it was like the circus coming to town. Their rigs paraded in, and at the tank erecting site (usually a large circular area, the footprint of the tank), tools and material were offloaded in precise locations. This made for next to no double handling. CBI would drop off 55 gallon drums of things like wedges and key plates to be used in lining up the edges of the plates on tank work. By the 1970's, when I started my career as a mechanical engineer, CBI's title was misleading. They were almost exclusively a tank shop. No bridge building. I learned a great deal from their boilermaker foreman on my first job.
American Bridge was a division of US Steel. They were similar to CBI as being one of the biggest, if not the biggest structural steel fabrication and erecting firms. Their work was not limited to bridges but included high rise building framing. They would have been big enough to order wrenches made to their design.
When I worked for Bechtel, my first employer out of engineering school, Bechtel was either number 1 or close to it amongst the largest heavy construction firms in the world. Bechtel, mainly to prevent theft, used to order tools made with their logo integrally on them. I remember seeing aluminum chainfalls with the Bechtel logo cast right onto the coverplate for the chainwheel. Adjustable wrenches were ordered in such bulk that Bechtel's name and logo were on the web of the wrench handle. Bechtel had all their welding lead made with yellow insulation, yellow being one of their 'company colors'. As if that was not enough, they had the Bechtel name embossed in the insulation every couple of feet. Regular welding lead typically has black insulation.Bechtel bought their cutting outfits from Victor, and bought them in such bulk quantities that Bechtel's name was cast into the front of the regulator bodies, and on the gauge faces. Nothing special or unique about these tools and equipment, just hoping to discourage theft. It didn't stop much thievary. Bechtel also had a standing order with 'Uniroyal' for foul weather gear, and the rain jackets all had the Bechtel logo (the Bechtel name across a globe of the earth) in large red print across the chest. When I was on a nuke job in Connecticut for Bechtel in 1973, we were close enough to NYC to get the NY "Daily News", a tabloid newspaper. A front page photo appeared of fans in the stands attending some big league sporting event down in New York City on a wet day. The caption read that a number of seats had been set aside for welfare recipients (or maybe they phrased it more delicately). In that front page photo, clear as day, the fans were wearing Bechtel foul weather gear. Stamping or printing logos on tools, equipment or foul weather gear did not slow anyone down in liberating it for their own use.
I've got a few spud wrenches and a sleever bar (made by Owatonna Tool or OTC) along with a pail of assorted drift pins from the various jobs. Nothing special pattern about any of it. The ironworkers and boilermakers referred to the drift pins as "bull pricks". When making up connections on structural steel (which some ironworkers referred to as 'points'), the spud wrench tapered handles went in first to hold the connection in rough position. Then, it might be the sleever bar to use more leverage to get things into better alignment. If the holes were still not quite lined up, the next step was to drive in a drift. The ironworkers carried drifts (which had a flanged big end to allow carrying in a loop on their belts), and a short handled sledge for this purpose. I use the drifts, spuds and sleever bar occasionally, even in 'retirement'.
What used to happen on some of the jobs, if you were there at the end of it, was the disposal of the tools and equipment. The big stuff like cranes, trucks, welders, compressors and similar was dispatched to either storage/maintenance yards, or sent to other jobsites where it was needed. There was so much work 'on the books' with powerplants being built all over the USA, so that sending equipment to an auction lot was almost unheard of. The small stuff like tools and some of the chainfalls, comealongs, drill motors, welding supplies and the like were often considered as a writeoff. They had been bought for the job, and were often considered as 'fully depreciated', or simply not worth the effort to inventory and move to the next site. The small stuff was usually a hodge-podge between crews' gang boxes by job's end. Mismatched wrenches from different sets, air tools, hose whips, compressed air hose, abrasive wheels (usually worn about halfway down), welder's files, sledges, pinch bars, tangled up cutting outfit hose and welding lead, drills, pipe taps, pipe wrenches, a few cable slings, shackles, hammers, lead cords, cans of pipe dope, never seez, rope, pipe fittings, bolts, gaskets... it was all in the gang boxes in no particular order, often in a tangled mess. In some cases, the client (power company, usually) would send some of their people to pick over the stuff that was written off against the job. After that, anything left often went into the scrap heap, and on some smaller sites, was literally buried. I remember on one site, the power company guys looked at all the Victor cutting outfit stuff and said "we only use Airco". Did not want to mix and match or risk their crews being on a job and having the wrong tips for a torch or similar. So, we picked thru the pile of Victor cutting outfit stuff and instead of scrap or burial, it went home. Same with some of the chainfalls and comealongs. The outfit said it did not pay to ship used comealongs and falls, too much expense to service and load test, so the order was to smash them, cut the chains with a torch, and put them in the scrap pile. A few chainfalls and comealongs escaped that fate. In those days, property removal passes were issued rather freely, and it was often easier to let people pick over the piles of small stuff left at job's end than go through channels to transfer it to the client or re-inventory it for dispatch for re-conditioning and re-use. The gang boxes were to be moved out for re-use, but the contents were often dumped in a heap and made for good pickings. Different times when there were new powerplants (both nuke and fossil) being built all over the USA.
With the passing years, firms I thought were the foundations of US industry like Bethlehem Steel and American Bridge are now history. Not sure what became of Chicago Bridge and Iron. Bechtel still survives, though most of its competitors in their league are long gone. As I write this post, I am reminded of another symbol of a bygone era that is hanging in my shop. It is a longshoreman's baling hook. Dad found it laying in the street on Hamilton Avenue in Brooklyn, in the 1950's. Hamilton Avenue runs along some of the Brooklyn waterfront and piers, and bulk freighters used to tie up there. The longshoreman often would gather at the gates to the piers to be hired in what were called "shape ups". They would gather, some with their baling hooks on their shoulders, handle facing forward. This is a heavy baling hook, forged from good steel and with a hardwood handle. The baling hooks figured as weapons in labor disputes and in waterfront violence. A millwright I worked with years ago recalled seeing a man killed deliberately with a baling hook on the Brooklyn waterfront. Wicked thing when put to the wrong uses. While I have no use for that baling hook, it hangs on my shop wall as a momento of the old Brooklyn waterfront. The spuds and sleever bar and drifts at least see some use by me and are a tie to my early career. I often say that I wish old tools could talk and tell their stories.