THIS IS A PIECE OF HISTORY that needs
to be set in type before it vanishes into the dusty corners of time. The
story’s theme is printing—the “art preservative of all arts.” But the focus
is on a group of legendary characters who called themselves tramp printers,
craftsmen who traveled the world at will, wandering from town to town—sometimes
from country to country—as freelance artisans of typography. Pride, dignity
and uncompromising independence were their badges. Skills, artistry, and
solidarity with fellow printers, were their tools.
As years increase the distance between old, traditional
printing methods and new, computer-generated photographic or laser beam
techniques of producing printed material, the secrets, traditions and close-knit
fraternalism of printers are fading into the past. Since “hot type” printers
have all but disappeared, it’s not surprising that itinerant tramp printers
are also extinct.
Before we go any farther, let’s define the term
tramp printer. The origin is obscure, but please understand that “tramp
printer,” has nothing in common with the terms “hobo,” “bum,” or “tramp”
in the sense of someone who doesn’t work, can’t work, or won’t work. On
the contrary, a tramp printer was a craftsman who traveled about the world
in search of work.
In the United States and Canada, for over a century
and a half (possibly even longer) the term “tramp printer” described an
itinerant typesetter who preferred to travel from print shop to print shop,
rather than work at the same job for life. For most of tramp printers,
this was a temporary lifestyle, for eventually a good job and a community
they liked, would lure them to abandon traveling and take up residence
for the rest of their days. Some, of course, preferred the adventures
of the road, and made a career of traveling and printing. These were the
true "tramps," the others called "tourists."
Typically,
a tramp printer was highly skilled, capable of demanding high wages, and
above average in literacy. He was the archetype of Robert Service’s “race
of men that don’t fit in.” Many were addicted to drink, as well as to travel,
and often held a cavalier attitude toward responsibility. For any frivolous
reason, tramp printers could quit a job and move on, because they were
-- as Robert Service so correctly pointed out -- “always tired of things
that are, and want the strange and new.”
An interesting aspect of this free spirit was
that membership in the typesetters’ labor organization, the International
Typographical Union, made traveling almost absurdly easy. A system of substitutes
and overtime sharing ensured that at least some work was available. Yet
all tramp printers were not union members. Non-union workers — particularly
those skilled in “country-weekly” publications — also enjoyed the freedom,
mobility, and dignity their trade provided. They had the additional advantage
of knowing all phases of printing, for in a small shop one needed to be
skilled in presswork, stereotype, and bookbinding—as well as knowing how
to run and repair a Linotype. They proudly called themselves “all-round
printers.” Since small-town weeklies were chronically desperate for help,
printers knew full well they could quit one job and find another one without
missing a day’s work. Country printers also held a bargaining position
and power over their employers; if the only printer in a one-man printshop
quit, a publisher knew he’d find himself in deep, deep trouble. Consequently
country printers were usually accorded great respect from employers.