Ida M. Tarbell: The Woman Who Challenged Big Business--and Won!

Ida M. Tarbell: The Woman Who Challenged Big Business--and Won!

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Born in 1857 and raised in oil country, Ida M. Tarbell was one of the first investigative journalists and probably the most influential in her time. Her series of articles on the Standard Oil Trust, a complicated business empire run by John D. Rockefeller, revealed to readers the underhanded, even illegal practices that had led to Rockefeller's success. Rejecting the term "muckraker" to describe her profession, she went on to achieve remarkable prominence for a woman of her generation as a writer and shaper of public opinion. This biography offers an engrossing portrait of a trailblazer in a man's world who left her mark on the American consciousness. Notes, bibliography, index.

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  • Format: Hardcover

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780547290928

  • ISBN-10: 0547290926

  • Pages: 288

  • Price: $18.99

  • Publication Date: 07/08/2014

  • Carton Quantity: 16

  • Age(s): 12,13,14,15,16

  • Grade(s): 7-12

  • Reading Level:

    • Lexile Reading Level 1120L

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Emily Arnold McCully

Emily Arnold McCully received the Caldecott Medal for Mirette on the High Wire. The illustrator of more than 40 books for young readers, she has a lifelong interest in history and feminist issues. She divides her time between Chatham, New York, and New York City.
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  • reviews

    "Though Tarbell rejected the term, this will appeal primarily to those interested in the history of muckraking journalism."

    —Kirkus

    * "Readers will not only get a feel for Tarbell, but they'll also get a sense of the changing world she inhabited."

    —School Library Journal, starred review

    * "Illustrated with many period photos, this informative title brings Tarbell and her times into sharper focus for readers today."

    —Booklist, starred review

  • excerpts

    Chapter One

    The Oil Region

    Ida Minerva Tarbell, an eagerly awaited first child, was n November 5, 1857, in a log house on her maternal grandparents’ little dairy farm in Hatch Hollow, Pennsylvania. Ida’s father was far away in Iowa. Her mother’s dreams for the baby daughter were expressed in the names she chose: Ida, from a poem about a women’s college, and Minerva, the goddess of wisdom.

       Franklin and Esther Tarbell had married after a six-year courtship. Esther was liberally educated for a woman of the time, and both had taught school; as a man, Franklin earned four times what Esther did. He had also worked as a welder, a river pilot, and a carpenter. Now he had relocated again, leaving Esther, pregnant with their child, at her parents’ farm. He was making a homestead on Iowa’s fertile soil, so superior to western Pennsylvania’s.

       Ida’s grandmother was a frontier snob, given to reminding Esther that she came from one of the best families and was a descendant of Sir Walter raleigh, of the first American Episcopal bishop, and of a member of General Washington’s staff. Esther would take up this theme with her own children, telling them never to forget who they were.  Franklin was descended from hardy, self-reliant New Englanders who had fought wars and cleared land and were not famous or grand. Earlier generations had moved from Massachusetts and New Hampshire to New York, where Franklin was born, then to Pennsylvania.

       Conditions in 1857 didn’t favor another new beginning. While Iowa’s white population had grown sixfold in a decade, Sioux warriors still attacked settlers in revenge for the loss of their lands. Iowa winters were much harsher than those most immigrants had ever known. Still, Franklin found a great deal to praise about his new surroundings and described the immensity of flat prairie, its birds and flowers, the sight of wagon trains bearing families farther west.

       Franklin was an introspective, judgmental man of powerful religious convictions. The calm demeanor instilled by his Christian faith gave way to manic bursts of activity. He had a great taste for travel and adventure, a sense of fun, and a gift for storytelling that captivated his children. Tall and spare, he was vain enough to cover his early baldness with a wig. While he built their new house, he whistled “from morning ’til night, mischief and tenderness chasing each other across his blue eyes as he thought of [Esther’s] coming, their future together.”

       The Tarbells had expected that their first child would be born an Iowan. But it was not to be. The country entered an economic depression in 1857. In Iowa, railroad lines and construction projects were left unfinished. The Tarbells’ bank collapsed, wiping out their savings. A disheartened Franklin realized he would have to abandon his unfinished house and go back to Hatch Hollow. Unable to pay for transportation, he began to walk the thousand miles through Illinois, Indiana, and Ohio in the fall of 1858. It took him eighteen months. To pay for food and shelter, he taught in rural schools as he went.

       Meanwhile, her adoring grandmother was indulging little Ida Minerva, and no one was competing for her mother’s attention. Her first two and a half years of life were so happy, she remembered them later as a lost idyll. Ida spent her days scampering through pastures bright with wildflowers. Lambs, calves, kittens, and puppies were her playmates. She was developing a precocious passion for freedom and beauty.

       She had never before laid eyes on the ragged man who appeared on the doorstep and embraced her mother. Ida cried, “Go away, bad man!”

       Franklin still hoped to make good in Iowa. He took a job as a flatboat pilot to earn money so that his wife and daughter could move there with him. But the fall of 1859 was one of the great turning points in modern history. The Tarbells’ lives were set on an unexpected new course.

    Petroleum, or oil, as we know it, is organic waste that has been pressure-cooked deep in the earth over millennia and turned into hydrocarbons: oil and natural gas. Seneca Indians traditionally skimmed the inky green substance from ponds and streams and rubbed it on their bodies to treat aches and pains. White settlers, including Franklin Tarbell, learned to use it too, soaking up surface oil with blankets, wringing them out, and applying the stinking ooze to their joints and machinery alike. Some even drank it to prevent colds. A 1755 map of western Pennsylvania labels the area Petroleum and identifies one of the waterways there as Oyl Creek. Oil floated regularly on the creek and was sold as a patent medicine called Seneca Oil. Seeping into the crevices in rock, and often sealed under a layer of salt water, oil was considered an undesirable byproduct released when salt was drilled.

       In the 1850s, whale oil, then the principal fuel for lamps, was becoming scarce, as whales had been overhunted. Coal oil (kerosene distilled from petroleum) was a common substitute, but it was smoky and smelly, and the flame went out when a coal-oil lamp was carried from room to room. A chimney lamp invented in Europe made coal kerosene more practical, but coal oil clogged lamp parts and was unsafe to use in confined spaces.

       After one of a group of investors visited western Pennsylvania in 1853 and reported the region’s promise, a sample of oil was sent to a chemist at Yale University, who determined that oil could be refined into lamp fuel. This made oil a potentially profitable resource. The investors decided to try adapting a derrick used to drill for underground salt to see if it could recover large quantities of oil from deep underground recesses.

       Edwin Drake, an unemployed former railroad worker who had a train pass and therefore could travel for free, was recruited to go to Titusville. On behalf of his investors, he bought a hardscrabble farm in that timbered wasteland to try out the drill. Months of failure followed. The locals thought he was crazy. The derrick he put up was known as Drake’s Folly.

       In August 1859, a blacksmith hired by Drake to operate the drill succeeded in striking oil. Washtubs, whiskey barrels, molasses crocks, anything that would catch flow from the oil fountain, or geyser, were hustled into service. The oil rush—in what was popularly called “Oildorado”—had begun. Just a decade after the gold rush, this new frenzy would outdo it by far, largely determining the course of America’s economic history for the succeeding century and a half.

       Would-be oil prospectors left their farms, law offices, stores, and mills and poured into the region. Farms around Titusville that had recently been bought for $25,000 now sold for as much as $1,600,000. Many were sliced into little pieces and leased to oil hunters for whatever the traffic would bear. It is said that one cunning yokel, offered a 1/4 percent royalty payment for his plot, held out for 1/8 percent, thinking that was bigger. The whole region was up for grabs. Derricks, or drills, appeared wherever a piece of ground could be exploited. The first wells were dug with “spring poles,” simple devices driven into the earth by human and horse power. The oil had to be collected in vessels, then transported to a cobbled-together refinery to be heated to separate it into useful components, such as kerosene. roads were scraped out of the mud, shacks thrown up for men to sleep in. Oil was flowing so fast that prospectors couldn’t collect it all.

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Related Categories

  • Format: Hardcover

  • ISBN-13/EAN: 9780547290928

  • ISBN-10: 0547290926

  • Pages: 288

  • Price: $18.99

  • Publication Date: 07/08/2014

  • Carton Quantity: 16

  • Age(s): 12,13,14,15,16

  • Grade(s): 7-12

  • Reading Level:

    • Lexile Reading Level 1120L

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