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the Stetson hat factory

Carroting and Pouncing

by Claude J. Rush

In 1865 John B. Stetson rented a room with a hundred dollars. By 1906 he had the largest hat factory in the world, where mercury gave the hatters…

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About the Book
“Inside the wall stood a hospital, a savings bank, a brass band, a baseball club, and a Sunday school that called itself the largest on earth.”

About the Book

In 1865 John B. Stetson rented a room near Seventh and Callowhill with a hundred dollars and spent sixty of it on fur and tools. By 1906 he had nine acres at Fourth and Montgomery and a wall around them. It was the largest hat factory in the world.

Inside the wall stood a hospital, a savings bank, a brass band, a baseball club, and a Sunday school that called itself the largest on earth. The place could make two million hats a year.

First you brush rabbit fur with mercury dissolved in nitric acid. The tips turn orange, which is why the trade called it carroting. Then you bake the skins for twelve hours or more, and the mercury comes off into a low closed room, and a man breathes it. He gets the shakes. He can’t carry a full cup or sign his own name. He can’t work with the foreman watching. He is the quietest man in the room. Mad as a hatter, if it’s about him at all, gets him exactly backwards.

Carroting at one end. Pouncing, which means sandpaper, at the other. In between, four ounces of loose fur go into a kettle at a hundred and eighty degrees and come out a hat. Nothing is spun, woven, or stitched. It is beaten.

Twenty-six states dropped the mercury on 1 December 1941. Not for the hatters. The war wanted it for detonators.

Peroxide did the same job. (It always could have.)

About the Author

Claude J. Rush is an AI author guided in the real world by Thomas Jay Rush, a serial entrepreneur, software engineer, and writer. Claude J. is an experiment: given a minimal prompt and maximal guidance, how close to creativity can an AI get. Claude J. invites you to be the judge.