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Joe Wilson and the Creation of Xerox
Joe Wilson and the Creation of Xerox
Joe Wilson and the Creation of Xerox
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"Charley Ellis has written a magnificent portrait, capturing the indomitable spirit of Joe Wilson and his instinctive understanding of the need for and commercial usefulness of a transforming imaging technology. Joe Wilson and his extraordinary team, which I had the good fortune to first meet in 1960, epitomized the wonderful observation of George Bernard Shaw who said, 'Some look at things that are, and ask why? I dream of things that never were and ask why not?'

Xerox and xerography are not only a part of our vocabulary, but part of our everyday life. Charley Ellis gives the reader a poignant understanding of just how this happened through the life, adventures, critical business decisions, and dreams of Joseph Wilson and a cadre of remarkable individuals.

This book will surely join the library of memorable biographies that capture the building of America into a risk-tolerant, technologically sophisticated, idea-oriented society that thrives by understanding what Charles Darwin really said:

'Survival will be neither to the strongest of the species, nor to the most intelligent, but to those most adaptable to change.'"
—Frederick Frank, Vice Chairman, Lehman Brothers Inc.

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PublisherWiley
Release dateAug 31, 2011
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    CHAPTER 1

    EARLY YEARS

    Rochester is a river town, founded on the Genesee River where the falls drop 90 feet, providing power for the grain mills that were the first real business of the Flour City. Milling brought prosperity to Rochester in the early 19th century as the Erie Canal—on an ingeniously designed aqueduct bridge—crossed over the Genesee River. With the canal’s waterway crossroads established in 1824, Rochester’s population multiplied a hundredfold in just 10 years.

    Before this surge, development had been slow, and for good reason. Ebenezer Indian Allen, the first settler in the mosquito-infested swamps south of Lake Ontario, where the insects caused what was called Genesee Fever, made a treaty with the Seneca Indians and built a mill in 1789. Then in 1803, Colonel Nathaniel Rochester and two partners in Maryland invested $17.50 in 100 acres they later described as a god forsaken place, inhabited by muskrats, visited only by struggling trappers, and through which neither man nor beast could go without fear of starvation or fever or ague. Hamlet Scranton was the first log cabin resident: He came in 1812. During the next dozen years, water power and grain milling supported a small town.

    With the Erie Canal crossing over the Genesee River and creating a water crossroads, the small town became a small city. As water power lost prominence, Rochester’s climate, moderated by the Great Lakes, made the region ideal for growing hardy plants. In a few years, the Flour City became the Flower City, as more than 100 parks of various sizes attracted 200,000 visitors each May, who flocked to the area to see 540 different varieties of lilacs in bloom.

    Half a century later, technology transformed Rochester when George Eastman popularized amateur photography by making it easy: You push the button and we do the rest! On the steady profits that flowed from one of the great consumer businesses of all time, he built the largest corporation in the Empire State: Eastman Kodak. Still known reverently as Mr. Eastman, he financed the Eastman School of Music, which holds 500 concerts annually, and joined with John D. Rockefeller to build the original University of Rochester.

    Kodak was based on a technology and an innovative marketing concept that were just as new in the late 1800s as xerography and charging by the copy would be in the 1960s. Eastman Kodak headquarters remained in Rochester and Kodak was Rochester’s largest employer. Kodak was the major corporate citizen, and George Eastman was the major individual citizen of Rochester, providing a bar by which Joe Wilson could measure himself and his company.

    Social activism became a celebrated tradition in Rochester. In addition to the philanthropy of Eastman, it was the home of former slave Frederick Douglass and the Abolitionist movement and is where Susan B. Anthony began the Women’s Suffrage movement. This may explain why taking responsibility for social improvement would have such special meaning for Joe Wilson.

    The Wilsons came to Rochester in stages. Joe Wilson’s great-great-grandfather, William Wilson, emigrated from England to Binghamton, New York, in the early 1800s. His great grandparents, Harry and Ann Wilson, grew up in New York City and soon after their marriage moved to Syracuse where their son, Joseph C. JC Wilson was born in 1854. A muskrat trapper along the Chenango River as a boy, JC Wilson left school after the eighth grade, apprenticed to a jeweler, and soon became his leading traveling salesman. In 1878, JC Wilson moved to Rochester to become the partner of a pawnbroker-jeweler. He married Alice Hutton of Syracuse in 1881, and they had two daughters and one son. In 1885, JC acquired full ownership of the pawnshop and renamed it JC Wilson & Company. Later, he invested in a used clothes retailer, Acme Sales Company, and became the equivalent of a community banker by lending moderate amounts to help finance local businesses. In addition to earning good profits on his loans (and on street railway contracts), JC Wilson developed a network of grateful friends and the sort of influence that would fit well with his increasing interest in politics.

    JC Wilson’s son, Joseph Robert Wilson, was born in 1882 and graduated from the University of Rochester in 1903. Since the affable father was always known as JC, the son—who was known as Dick to his family and friends—was often called JR. The nickname stuck, and later in life he became Mr. JR. While assisting his father in the pawnshop, JR Wilson met Katharine M. Upton, the daughter of a railroad engineer, when she came to pick up the gold watch her father had left for repair. They married in 1903.

    The year 1906 was significant—just by coincidence—for each of four very different business beginnings in very different regions that would be important to Joe Wilson’s life for very different reasons. In 1906, Chester Carlson, the future inventor of xerography, was born in Seattle. In 1906, George Beidler started the Rectigraph Company in Oklahoma City to produce copies without requiring a photographic negative. And in 1906, John Gordon Battelle gambled successfully on a newly patented process for upgrading low-grade zinc ore mined from properties owned by his family in Joplin, Missouri, and made the fortune with which he would endow a great industrial research organization: Battelle Memorial Institute.

    Also in 1906, JC Wilson and three partners incorporated in Rochester the tiny Haloid Corporation. Most of Haloid’s employees had been working for the M.H. Kuhn Company, a small paper coating shop located in an eighth-floor loft of the CP Ford Shoe Company building on Commercial Street at the upper falls of the Genesee River. M.H. Kuhn had been started in 1902 by the son of a German immigrant emulsion maker and a few others who had worked at Eastman Kodak. JC Wilson had arranged for JR Wilson to join M.H. Kuhn after graduating from the University of Rochester in 1903. But before he could get started with Kuhn, young Wilson suffered a serious kidney ailment that kept him out of work for two years. By then, M.H. Kuhn had failed. JC Wilson, believing his son’s best prospects were to grow with a small business, provided most of the start-up financing for Haloid. The new little company hired most of Kuhn’s employees and set up shop in the same eighth floor loft, enabling JR Wilson to join Haloid. He would later joke, We started at the top!

    The scrappy little start-up enterprise certainly did not use sophisticated technology: The air conditioning needed to set the emulsions was provided by huge cakes of ice, with fans blowing the cooled air over the coated paper. Haloid’s coating alley was so short that the sensitized paper had to go down one side of the loft, make a U-turn, and go back up the other side. Primitive as it was, the small company developed a modest business making photographic paper that was sold directly to commercial photographers at a lower price than Kodak’s. Product irregularities had hurt the Kuhn Company badly, so Haloid recruited a skilled emulsions expert, Homer H. Reichenbach, who strongly recommended building a new plant where conditions could be controlled (he also suggested the name Haloid would suit a business based on Halogen salts).¹

    In 1907, Haloid and its 12 employees were ready to move out of the loft and into a new plant. But to make the move it needed money—a lot of money for such a small business—$50,000 (or nearly $1 million in current dollars). Finding that much equity capital for a small business was hard. No institutional investors made venture capital investments in those days, so the money would have had to come from wealthy individuals. JR Wilson turned to Gilbert E. Mosher, an acquaintance who was a successful Rochester businessman who had recently become wealthy when his company, Century Camera Company, sold out to Eastman Kodak. As JR Wilson had surmised, Mosher was looking for opportunities to invest.

    Mosher was in a strong negotiating position; Wilson was not. So Mosher drove a hard bargain and insisted on being in charge of business operations and having, with his associate J. Millner Walmsley, effective ownership control through a voting trust that would hold the stock of JC Wilson and others. In addition to providing the needed capital, Mosher was a capable and experienced executive with good judgment who wanted to apply his management capabilities. He might drive a hard bargain, but he gave you a dollar’s worth of value for every dollar you paid. What he was offering the Haloid Company was executive ability, financial astuteness, and strong leadership. Any company in Rochester would have welcomed this man’s help.² Mosher took a disciplined approach to business that differed considerably from Wilson’s.

    JR Wilson liked to play the mandolin and the piano, and he liked to play loudly. At the company, he developed a reputation for being gregarious with customers and outside visitors, but having an explosive temper in the office, scolding employees he felt made mistakes and frowning sternly while muttering to himself. JR was often out late at night drinking with the boys and then back at work early the next morning, being just as hard as nails on the very same men. At home, JR’s grumbling about his frustrations at the company and his bragging about what he would have done or could have said—usually to Gilbert Mosher—so dominated family dinnertime that his young son quietly promised himself never to let that sort of thing happen when he was grown up and had his own family.

    Joseph Chamberlain Wilson—always known as Joe Wilson—was born on December 13, 1909. He and his brother Dick, who was six years younger, were never particularly close. Nor was Joe emotionally close to his parents. Joe’s mother, Kate, was reserved and formal—certainly not cuddly—but invariably gracious and polite to others, a characteristic she passed on to her devoted and conscientious son. Recognizing his particular interest in books, she helped Joe learn to read and write at an early age. Despite his poor eyesight, he often spent time in bed reading with a flashlight under the blanket he had pulled up over his head, alone in his own private world of adventures and ideas.

    As a boy, Joe often played alone in his room, constructing little buildings with ceramic poker chips. He had schoolboy friends, but was always quite shy, never good at sports, and something of a loner. When the Wilson family moved to Rugby Street, Joe changed elementary schools from No. 7 to No. 16, where he enrolled in a special program for gifted children. Changing schools changed his circle of friends and must have added to a feeling that he was on his own. He went to special classes for gifted students at Madison Junior High for two years and then on to West High School where, given his poor eyesight, he chose to be assistant manager of the basketball team and then, as a senior, became manager. Joe liked school, studied hard, earned good grades, enjoyed discussing books and ideas, and developed a lifelong appetite for knowledge and understanding. He began to realize that he could make his life more interesting, more useful to others, and more personally rewarding.

    As a teenager, he also did conventionally unconventional things. He marked the racy passages of library books such as the Canterbury Tales, Don Juan, and Don Quixote. Readily accepted as the leader among his circle of friends, he assigned different days to each of his pals and gave explicit directions on how to approach the shelves holding the selected books indirectly and casually so they could all read the racy sections at the library without crowding together in ways that might attract the librarian’s attention.

    Before completing high school, Joe paid a few surreptitious visits to the burlesque shows at Corinthian Hall located near Rattlesnake Pete’s Saloon. He also did his first back flip off the diving board at Keuka Lake and served as a counselor at the YMCA’s Camp Cory. He became skilled at shooting pool, learned the batting averages of all the great baseball players, and developed a major crush on Marilyn Miller, the Broadway star.³

    Joe’s shy manner and intellectual inclinations made it hard for him to feel comfortable with his father, a volatile man who had strong convictions and was often gruff. Joe was much closer to his affable, knowledgeable, and patient grandfather, with whom he developed a special one-on-one relationship. This established a recurring, lifelong pattern of developing close counseling relationships with different men. Over the years, three individuals served as his principal personal advisors. With each, he discussed a wide range of topics to gain their perspectives and independent views, as well as to enjoy the pleasures of close friendship and trust: first, his grandfather, JC Wilson; then his classmate, Jack Hartnett; and later, his business colleague, Sol Linowitz.

    During Joe’s formative years, the widely admired, respected, and well-liked JC Wilson was the greatest single influence on the development of his namesake grandson. They spent many hours talking about every subject under the sun. Joe was indelibly impressed with the self-control and willpower of his grandfather, whose motto was Never make a promise you cannot keep and say nothing rather than something if you are in doubt. Joe and his grandfather often discussed the City Manager movement, which was gaining momentum with the support of George Eastman. In the spring of 1927, this was the subject of Joe’s valedictory oration at West High School’s graduation.

    Growing up in Rochester, Joe Wilson looked forward to becoming part of the community and, eventually, a leader within the city. Rochester, which would always be central in Joe’s world, was very clearly separated from such major centers of government, finance, culture, and recreation as New York, Boston, and Chicago, especially in winter when snowdrifts were deep. The minimum travel time to reach New York City was nine hours by train or twelve hours by automobile. There was no way to fly. Rochestarians may not have considered themselves isolated, but clearly their city was geographically independent.

    At the same time, Rochester enjoyed many local strengths: The University of Rochester had the Eastman School of Music; the region had easy access to many types of outdoor recreation; and the greater Rochester community provided a good climate for raising families. In addition, Rochester was blessed by the absence of most of the problems that plagued America’s big cities: traffic congestion, slums, and divisive politics. Rochester was a peaceful place to grow up, and the Wilsons had become part of Rochester’s establishment. In Rochester, Joe enjoyed a strong and secure sense of place.

    While Joe was growing up, Haloid was also progressing under the strict direction of Gilbert Mosher, who became general manager and then, taking over from JC Wilson, became president in 1917. He substantially expanded the sales organization and opened new sales offices. Mosher’s strength was finance and he dressed the part of a big-time financier: he wore spats, a homburg, and gloves—with a flower in his buttonhole—and carried a cane. Mosher lived in style, riding in a chauffeured Cadillac limousine, wintering in Boca Raton, and summering at a fishing camp in the Catskills. In business management, Mosher was from the old school. He expected employees to stand up when he entered the Haloid office and barely tolerated such follies as a coffee break. A stickler for neatness, Mosher liked to make unexpected visits to the plant, where he would check for dust in corners and on high shelves and then berate employees—including JR Wilson—for any discovered negligence. In his office, there were no chairs for visitors and smoking was not allowed. Mosher once ordered a subordinate to clear off the benches near the employee parking lot and to fire the damned malingerers who were lounging on them. They might get a 10-minute break, but many of those lazy good-for-nothings had been goofing off for a full 20 minutes! Mosher was right on the 20 minutes, but what he didn’t know was that the men were not stretching a 10-minute break, they’d come 20 minutes ahead of the start of the second shift. (Joe Wilson’s thoughtful discipline included choices of what not to do as well as what to do. He surely learned selective lessons about behaviors to avoid from both his father and Mr. Mosher.)

    As John Dessauer, who led research at Wilson’s company for many years and produced a book about the company (My Years at Xerox), reported: Mosher did not marry until he was well on in middle age, and during this bachelorhood he had an incredibly lengthy succession of housekeepers. If no one remained in his service very long, it was because he pursued the same tests in his house: He would conceal a match or a slip of paper on top of a cupboard. If it was still there a few days later, the housekeeper would icily be charged with negligence. For many years he lived as a bachelor. Then, after his mother’s death, he married Miss Helen Halloran, a Catholic whose picture he had kept on his filing cabinet for many years, but did not marry until the death of his Baptist mother.

    Since Haloid could not compete in research and development with Eastman Kodak, General Aniline & Film, or DuPont, its strategy was to have a resourceful group of direct salesmen ferreting out small niche markets where brand names and a consumer franchise didn’t much matter, but where selling, service, and lower prices could develop a meaningful comparative advantage. Sales and business expansion had JR Wilson on the road a good deal of the time, as sales offices were established in New York, Chicago, and Boston. Production space was doubled in 1923. But even with that expansion, demand was so strong that employees were working overtime within six months. (Haloid expanded facilities again in 1926, but for the next 20 years, sales would not surpass the 1923 record.)

    Joe Wilson went to the University of Rochester. His father and uncle were both graduates of the University. His father had served as a member of the board of managers, and his beloved grandfather had been active in the major capital campaign that helped finance the University’s move to its new River campus. So, with all of his best friends staying home in Rochester and going to the U of R, it was not hard for Joe to set aside his thoughts of an Eastern college and accept his father’s offer of a new Buick Cabrolet roadster if he would stay home and enroll with the 114 other students in his class at the University. Joe pledged DKE, his father’s fraternity, where he later served as treasurer. He also managed the football team, wore a raccoon skin coat, was junior prom chairman, and served on the Y council. In his junior year, he received another Buick roadster from his father. Always very studious, he was observed by his classmates to be the one who was the most self-disciplined, who asked the most questions, and who was always the most thoroughly prepared.⁴ This set another lifelong pattern of deliberately planned behavior.

    Joe demonstrated a keen appetite for knowledge and a thirst not only to understand what he was reading, but also to know what was behind everything he read.⁵ This pursuit of understanding in what he read was matched by his keen interest in understanding other people as individuals and knowing what they were doing and why. Majoring in economics, Joe earned high grades (with the one glaring exception of physical education), was elected to Phi Beta Kappa and graduated summa cum laude. Wilson was also learning a major life lesson: He had considerable talent, and with concentrated, disciplined effort, he realized he could achieve results that were important to him and to his community.

    Even more important for his life in leadership, he would become deeply engaged, through books, in a rich intellectual life that would enhance his private time while informing and empowering him during his years at the company and in public service. He developed an appreciation for the interrelationship of capitalism and democracy. Through Shakespeare, he learned lessons that he applied when formulating company policies for retired workers. As an adult, Wilson made time to read two or three serious books a week, searching for ideas and insights to integrate into his own thinking, which he could easily and regularly reference in his many speeches. The books he read—and carefully marked and annotated—were kept in his extensive library at home. His love of continuous study and learning was not only unusual for a business executive it was, in an unusually warm and close marriage, one of the few interests not shared by his wife.

    ¹A History of Haloid, in the Rochester Commerce, by William O’Toole, October 1956. Facts and quotations from documents are often given citations. However, facts and quotations may also come from the numerous interviews given by the individuals identified in the Afterword and in the draft biography prepared by the company Interviewees include Blake McKelvey and Rochester’s historians. When interviews were done by other interviewers, they are individually cited.

    ²Dessauer, page 2.

    ³Recollections of Lincoln V. Burrows, May 19, 1979.

    ⁴McKelvey, page I-186.

    ⁵Jack Hartnett interview with Blake McKelvey.

    CHAPTER 2

    PEGGY

    Joe Wilson met Peggy Curran when both were doing a good deed for a friend. Lincoln Burrows, Joe’s classmate and fraternity brother, had caught pneumonia and was in bed for several weeks. Joe and Peggy both happened to call on him during the same afternoon. They came separately, but Joe gave Peggy a ride home in his new Buick. A few days later, Peggy went to a fraternity party with Joe and that night reported: Mom, I’ve met the man I’m going to marry.

    Both knew they were very different from one another when they started dating. Joe was Establishment and well-off. Peggy’s father was a local hotel manager and clearly not well off. Joe was a conscientious student, considering an academic career; Peggy did not plan to go to college. Peggy was the eldest of eight children; Joe had only one brother. She was a devout Catholic with a sister who was a nun; he was a lapsed Presbyterian. Their religious differences were, for Joe, particular cause for concern and became the topic of several thoughtful discussions with his friends. But Peggy and Joe enjoyed each other greatly and felt comfortable together, and Joe always preferred very few, really close relationships. His increasingly special romantic relationship with Peggy harmonized with Joe’s warm relationship with his grandfather, which continued to be particularly important to his sense of self and his place in Rochester.

    A high-ranking 32nd degree Mason, JC Wilson began his political career in 1895 as an insurgent candidate for alderman with the support of the Good Government Club. When he won decisively, he was quickly brought into the regular Republican organization by George W. Aldridge, the master of the GOP in Monroe County. For 34 years, JC Wilson was a political leader who loved to distribute patronage and extend many helping hands.¹ As the Republican leader of the 19th Ward, with a population of 60,000, JC Wilson rose steadily up the ranks in Rochester’s political offices. Over more than three decades, he served continuously and sequentially as Alderman (1895–1900); City Assessor (1900–1917); Treasurer (1917–1919); and Comptroller (1919–1928).

    In 1928, during a battle to adopt the City Manager form of municipal government—which JC had endorsed in 1925 and which had strong support in his 19th Ward—Wilson split with the regular GOP organization. He joined the Citizens’ Republican Committee, ran for councilman-at-large, and won the largest vote. With the change to the City Manager structure of government, the position of Mayor of Rochester became just a ceremonial job of presiding at routine meetings and signing routine papers. Political leaders saw a match: JC Wilson was popular and gregarious; he had served Rochester for 35 years in public offices; he knew everyone, and he was familiar with both financial and organizational details of the city. Because they believed his well-established reputation in financial circles would enhance the city’s creditworthiness, JC Wilson was the unanimous choice of the councilmen to fill the ceremonial office of Mayor.

    Then in his mid-seventies, JC Wilson took to his new job as Mayor of Rochester with enthusiasm, never minding its having been stripped of any real power and being clearly subordinated to the role of City Manager. Neither did he mind that the impressive suite of offices formerly used by the Mayor had been taken over by the City Manager nor that the new Mayor’s office was consigned to just one part of what had been the old Mayor’s anteroom. Wilson loved being Mayor and performed his role with enthusiasm.

    Two years later at the age of 78, JC Wilson was convalescing from an illness. He expressed a desire to retire, but was persuaded to run again for the post of councilman-at-large. The regular Republicans, confident they could bring Wilson around to their side after the election, also nominated him. This obliged the City Manager League either to reject Wilson or to endorse a Republican. Although confined to bed and unable to campaign, he was hailed in the newspapers as the most popular office holder in the last two generations, and after 35 years of service to Rochester, JC Wilson was re-elected. Too weak to put on the clothes lain out for him, he was unable to attend the organizational meeting held downtown after the election. He would live only a few weeks longer.

    When his beloved grandfather died in 1930, Joe was deeply upset and needed to talk.² Riding in his new car, Joe and Peggy talked together for several hours. In the weeks that followed, their already comfortable relationship grew stronger. They continued dating through his senior year at the university and at the invitation of Joe’s parents, Peggy made several visits to the Wilson’s summer cottage at Point Pleasant on Lake Ontario.

    Then, following a major argument, they broke up. Almost simultaneously, Peggy’s family moved away to Buffalo where Mr. Curran would manage the Ford Hotel and work as a local builder. In addition to those emotional and geographic separations, their personal directions were also diverging. For Joe, it was time to decide what he would do after graduation.

    Joe was uncertain about his career, particularly given the Depression. He decided against studying at Julliard to become a concert pianist. An academic life still had some appeal, but since he was determined to earn more money than a professor could, he was considering a career in business or banking. (In one of his courses, each student had been asked what he or she planned to do. Joe Wilson’s direct answer, Make a million dollars, while glib, was a clear signal that he intended to accomplish something in business that was significant.) One of his professors suggested that two years at Harvard Business School would not only help prepare him for any career he might choose, but would also give him the time and detachment to ponder his alternatives. Even though he was both shy and quiet, the Harvard Business School’s lively, give-and-take case discussion method of instruction and learning suited Joe well; he graduated near the top of his class with High Distinction.

    The deepening Depression, which caused one-fifth of the class to drop out of the business school after their first year, made getting a job the major concern for most students.³ Fortunately, Joe always had Haloid. He worked at Haloid’s New York City sales office in the summer between his first and second years at Harvard, and even better, had an assured position waiting for him after graduation. Following an interview with Gilbert Mosher, Joe’s job was agreed upon: He would be paid $20 a week, begin as an assistant in bookkeeping and serve as a management apprentice—with his father providing most of the instruction. (Politics provided a basis for Joe to show his independence: Attracted by the substance of Franklin D. Roosevelt’s 1932 presidential campaign, Joe had several heated arguments with his father, a traditionally staunch Republican and a strong Hoover man. These arguments were repeated in 1936, and in that election, Joe broke from family custom and voted Democratic for FDR.)

    Seriously shy and all too conscious of his getting a job largely because Haloid was his family’s company, Joe was quite deferential to other workers, particularly to those who were older—and older employees apparently agreed that he should defer to them. Striving to be helpful, Joe made some suggestions based on his business school studies, but his suggestions were quickly labeled presumptuous, so he pulled back. As time passed, however, Mr. JR began to recognize Joe’s talent and the benefits of his formal training, so he more and more often deferred to Joe’s analysis and judgment—including evaluations that increasingly differed from Gilbert Mosher’s.

    Joe would make even better progress in romance. Visiting Foran’s Saloon, the speakeasy on Spring Street he and Peggy had frequented with their college friends, he was promptly escorted to a back room where Jack Foran bluntly asked him where was his wonderful girl. Foran had advice to give—and he gave it in what Wilson later recalled as an hour’s harsh talk. Blow-ups were opportunities for make-ups. Buffalo was not all that far. Besides, rumor had it that she was being courted by a Buffalonian, so Joe had better get with it, or he was going to lose a real prize!

    Joe drove to Buffalo to call on Peggy. She too had grown in the two years he’d been away at Harvard. She saw herself as more independent and self-sufficient; Joe saw her as more attractive than ever and, with both a strong will and a sense of social responsibility, even more interesting. After that first visit, Joe drove to Buffalo every weekend and soon declared his commitment to Peggy—but she held back for several months.

    Luckily, the Curran family moved back to Rochester in late 1934. By the following spring, Joe’s prospects at Haloid were accelerating and his relationship with Peggy was again strong. For one of Joe’s trips to New York City, Peggy and a friend took Joe to the railroad station. As the train pulled away from the station, Joe turned to wave goodbye from the open doorway. He could hear Peggy call out as the train pulled away, Yes! I’ll marry you!

    By agreeing in writing that their children would be raised as Catholics, Joe got approval from Father John B. Sullivan, the Rector of St. John the Evangelist Church, to marry Peggy Curran in a ceremony performed right after the early morning mass on October 12, 1935. Marriage was one of several changes in Joe Wilson’s relationships during the thirties.

    ¹Rochester Evening Journal, Nov. 18, 1927.

    ²Wilson inherited $250,000 from his grandfather. In purchasing power, this would be about $4 million in current dollars.

    ³McKelvey, page II-5.

    CHAPTER 3

    THE THIRTIES

    Haloid had a most unusual experience during the Depression: After taking a small loss in 1929, it prospered. The two engines of Haloid’s prosperity were a demonstrably superior photocopy paper, Haloid Record, and the Rectigraph Company, which it acquired in 1935. Haloid Record, introduced just as the decade began, represented two-thirds of the company’s $1.5 million in sales in 1931. It was developed over five years by a Haloid chemist named Homer Piper. Haloid Record gave the company and its sales force a clearly superior product to sell at such a good profit that, unlike most companies, Haloid’s earnings increased through the hard years of the Depression, and while other companies were laying off workers and going part-time, Haloid employees were working overtime.

    During the 1930s, as Wilson later observed: The old products would have bankrupted the company. Fortunately, Haloid Record met strong demand and taught us all a lesson: The greatest strength against adversity is to have a stream of new innovations all the time. As Wilson repeatedly reminded his associates, the only reason any of them were at Xerox in the glory days of the 1960s was due to the creative work of unique individuals—Chet Carlson with xerography and Homer Piper with Haloid Record—who had the strong motivation to create innovative new products or new ways of doing business, often after overcoming daunting adversities. In future years, when emphasizing the vital importance of innovation and new products, Wilson often remarked, These two cannot be overestimated. Without Homer Piper’s invention of Haloid Record—an invention by one man—we might not have survived the Depression. We learned a lesson which was never forgotten: The best way to fight recession is to be ready to introduce new products.¹

    Haloid Record was a vital advance, but it surely would not be very long before competitors—perhaps even mighty Eastman Kodak—developed comparable competitive products. Wilson clearly recognized that, over the long haul, as a me-too maker of photographic paper, Haloid was in an increasingly untenable strategic position. Little Haloid could never win over the long haul, in direct competition against such formidable giants as DuPont, Agfa, and Kodak. Haloid was the classic polar bear on an iceberg heading toward the equator. Wilson saw Piper’s success as an object lesson. He would often recall with respect: "Homer Piper showed those of us who later worked on xerography that you can lick any technical problem—provided you never give up!"²

    Wilson persistently looked for new products—partly because he understood the grave risks of standing still and letting others take the initiative in technology, and partly because he understood the reciprocal value of gaining a technological advantage for his company. To achieve substantial success, Haloid would have to get into a different and better business. As Wilson succinctly put it to his coworkers, We’re going nowhere—fast!

    In addition to learning that Haloid was in an increasingly dangerously weak strategic position, Wilson also learned about operations and, in particular, about sales and developed a keen, lifelong interest in this part of the business. He learned about the life of a salesman, the role of compensation, and how much a salesman depended on having good products to sell. He absorbed a first-hand lesson he often repeated: It is the customer and the customer alone who will ultimately determine whether we succeed or fail as a company.

    Competing with Eastman Kodak, one of America’s technology and marketing giants—and setting up shop in Rochester, which was where Kodak’s headquarters were located—would have been absurd presumption for Haloid except for one vital irony: Kodak was so very strong that it was too strong. Kodak was an obvious monopoly, and antitrust initiatives had been good, popular politics ever since the days of Teddy Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson. Any lawyer would have advised Eastman Kodak to allow, even encourage—and if necessary, make certain—that at least a few companies could be cited as competition. It was preferable that they be direct competition and, ideally, in Kodak’s own backyard. As a small firm, Haloid was perfect for this role: Its very existence was ideal legal evidence that Eastman Kodak was not really a monopoly. And for community relations in Rochester, it would certainly do no harm to have good relations with a popular local politician like JC Wilson.

    Another lucky break for Haloid had been forming in an Oklahoma City abstract office where George Beidler worked as a clerk. Dissatisfied with the tedium of copying documents by hand, he conceived of producing them by photography. Since Rochester was the center of photography, Beidler went there to construct the first photocopying machine in 1906. He then returned to Oklahoma City where

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