The Silicon Jungle by David H. Rothman
6. How do the students learn? Through instruction manuals, mainly, or
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through early experience at the keyboard? Do they suffer through
irrelevant exercises, or do they start right away on assignments
similar to their jobs? In fact, do they start immediately on their
normal work, as some training experts recommend? Do the students work
with teaching disks? And are the disks interactive, as Adam Green, the
training expert, correctly recommends? Do the disks, in other words,
require you to type in a thoughtful response?
“How much?” also figures here. Consider the cost of a good training
program versus your losses from misused or underused people. In the
future you may want an office filled with people conversant with
WordStar or dBASE, but don’t shrug off valued employees who can’t even
play an Atari game. Tutor them if need be. Bend. You needn’t be
sentimental, just practical. Don’t waste the Mahony Advantage, as I’ll
call it; don’t throw away a mixture of background and experience that
silicon won’t ever fully replicate.
Unfortunately, Jim Mahony’s employer didn’t take full advantage of the
Mahony Advantage.
Mahony, a white-haired man with a ruddy face like Tip O’Neill’s, was a
popular local columnist at my old paper, the _Journal_, in Lorain, Ohio.
He barely survived computerization. In fact, he barely survived. He
suffered a heart attack that may or may not have been brought on by the
added stress. His ordeal is a preview of what some companies may expect
as small computers—or terminals like Mahony’s—become requirements
instead of options in many businesses. It is a fitting argument for
tutoring or other adjustments for key employees. Within the newspaper
industry—more computerized than most fields by now—you’ll find few Jim
Mahonys today. But many other businesses are now wasting the Mahony
Advantage.
At the _Journal_, readership surveys showed Mahony’s column was one of
the main draws. He was a native of his steel town, a perfect
counterpoint in a newsroom dominated by young outsiders. He’d worked for
the _Journal_—whether as a newsboy or an editor—since he was ten. The
only break was time off for World War II service. Indisputably, on local
matters, he was a human data bank. “There’s nobody who knows this town
and the people and the relationships, the marriages, like Jim,” said
Bill Scrivo, an ex-managing editor. “You just can’t store this kind of
material. He knew who was a phony and who was likely to mislead you.”
Jim doubled as the news editor (on the _Journal_ the news editor’s job
was more of a copy-desk function than an executive one in the fullest
sense), and over the years he may have saved the _Journal_ thousands of
dollars in lawyer’s bills from the libel suits that never were filed. He
knew, say, that the Phil Smith caught in a gambling raid was not the
prominent black minister with the same name. If nothing else, his vast
knowledge of Lorain, Ohio, and its people made the paper more credible.
And Mahony loved the traditional newsroom as much as he did his city—the
big, black wire-service tickers, the bulky Remingtons and Underwoods.
“A ticker gives a newsroom that certain flavor,” he told me. “You hear a
bell, and that means an important story is about to be released and it
puts you on the alert, makes you news conscious.” And typewriters? “I
figured they were the backbone of newspapering all the way through.”
Mahony obliterated, however, at least two of them. He would strike the
keys so hard that the letters would fly off the arms. Appreciating the
man more than the machines, his colleagues cheerfully wheeled in
replacements.
Dapper Dan, however—Mahony’s name for a young computer expert with some
flashy sports coats and a fondness for jargon—wasn’t so accommodating.
“His word was God’s,” Mahony said, “and he pressured us. He felt that
the pupil should be stepped into a more advanced bracket. And evidently
he misjudged the person who was possibly of an older era and not
familiar with the computer field. He never appeared news interested. It
appeared his whole life was wrapped around computers.”
“The training consisted of sitting down two hours every other day in
this little room,” recalled Dick DiLuciano, the former editor handling
state news, “and then we’d be told that when you hit this button, this
activates this diode or that diode or whatever the term. And finally I
decided they were wasting their time telling what happens when we hit a
button. We didn’t have to know that. All we had to know was what buttons
to hit to get our story into the computer and get it typeset.” Mahony
himself complains that the paper didn’t start him out with real news
stories on the terminal. Instead, he did boring exercises similar to
those in typing manuals. “It was much like a batter in major league
baseball taking batting practice,” he said. “You just stayed there while
they threw curve-balls at you more or less.”
“The only thing Jim really put into the computer on the job itself was
headlines and his column,” DiLuciano said, “but he really was getting
frustrated and distraught. And I bumped into him in the washroom one
day, and he was about to cry. He said, ‘Dick, I know I’m going to lose
my job, because I can’t learn how to work that damn computer.’” He
almost did lose it. Jim was out sick several months, and he had to leave
his news editor’s post. The _Journal_ let him continue the “Mahony’s
Memos” column but assigned him to the “morgue,” the library, to file
away old clips. The library was in a room apart from the city desk. No
longer was Mahony so handy to editors wanting to know, say, if a home on
East Twenty-eighth Street is on the “East Side” of Lorain. (It
isn’t—contrary to what a story said.) Were it not for the mishandling of
Jim Mahony’s training, he might still be vigilantly editing.
What could have been done to keep Jim Mahony there? Jack LaVriha, a
cigar-chomping newspaperman of Mahony’s generation, had an idea. Why
couldn’t the paper have hired a tutor for Mahony—maybe a journalism
graduate familiar with computers who was waiting for a reporter’s job to
open up? The young grad could have entered Mahony’s stories on the
terminal, learning city-room ways while Jim gradually mastered computer
ones. Computers and older people can get along fine. Even without a
tutor LaVriha himself was one of Dapper Dan’s star pupils, and today,
though retired, he still drops by the newsroom to write press releases
for community groups on the computer.
Distilled, here are some lessons from the _Journal_’s experience with
computer training:
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