Last week, I recounted some of my favorite stories about a former KC Star Publisher Jim Hale, who died in 2003. (Here’s the link, in case you missed it.)
The post drew a lot of readers and a lot of comments. When I wrote that piece, however, I knew of at least one person in Kansas City who was a lot closer to Hale than I. And that is Mike T. White, development attorney with White Goss Bowers March Schulte & Weisenfels. Shortly after Hale arrived in Kansas City in 1977, he hired White to represent The Star in most business matters. White held the job for many years, and he developed a close personal, as well as business, relationship with Hale.
At the time I posted the blog, I sent Mike an e-mail, asking him to comment on the Hale post. He said he would, and yesterday, Christmas Day, he pulled together some of his recollections and sent them on to me as a “comment” at the end of my Hale story.
Well, it didn’t take a genius to see that Mike’s recollections deserved much higher billing than the comments section of a week-old post, so I’m taking the liberty of publishing them as a “guest blog” for your reading pleasure.
With that, Heeeeere’s Mike!
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I met Hale in 1977, when Capital Cities Inc. brought him here from The Fort Worth Star Telegram (from which Wesley Turner, another former Star publisher, recently retired as publisher). He brought Gerald Garcia with him to serve as executive editor. Garcia’s main role was to trim excess people from the payroll to make the papers lean and mean. (Editor’s note: In one bloody day alone, Garcia herded 20 or more long-time Star editorial employees into a room and fired them. They didn’t need sympathy, though, because most left The Star as millionaires, having scored big when Cap Cities paid $2 for every $1 of Star stock they owned.)
I started representing The Star in 1979. One of my first assignments was to defend a regulatory action by the EPA against The Star because it was discovered that we (the paper) had polychlorinated biphenyls (a banned carcinogen) in some of the electrical transformers in the building. While this was going on, I was surprised to open the paper one morning to read a story about it in which an enterprising reporter simply went around the building interviewing anyone who knew anything about it. I complained to Hale, saying “Good Lord, when you are in litigation, it’s not a good idea to have your employees talking to the other side.” He told me there was not a damned he could do about it. “If I tried to tell a reporter what to write, they’ll all quit,” he said. “You’ll just have to live with it the best you can.”
We settled the case.
When the society editor, Elsye Allison was fired, she sued for age discrimination. We tried the case to a jury in federal court. Elsye’s lawyer tried to intimate that Hale was having an affair with a young, attractive anchorwoman at one of the local television stations. She was married to another young, attractive anchorman who looked like a movie star.
I had Hale sit on the front row while she testified. That killed their theory. All I had to say about that in closing was “Really?” Afterward, Hale told me that he thought that was the first jury trial The Star had won in the last 40 years. I guess their losing streak started with the WDAF antitrust case in the 1950s. Hale always felt bad about firing Elsie, and she literally, but unintentionally, haunted him: After that trial, he said he ran into her everywhere he went and that he would see her driving down the street in her beat up, old Thunderbird.
I remember the episode that you recounted about O.J. Nelson getting fired. Actually, O.J. tells this story better than anyone, and with a great deal of self-deprecation. There was another person (I can’t remember who) involved, and both were sitting in Hale’s office when Hale said to Executive Editor Mike Waller, “And these two assholes should be fired!”
I think O.J. just kept coming to work until Hale started to speak to him again, as if nothing had happened.
I think the guy that asked you to leave the Chamber of Commerce Board meeting was Dino Agnos. Hale hated going to those meetings anyway and absolutely detested attending the dinners because everyone read their speeches. He thought if they were going to write the speeches out word for word ahead of time, they should just send them to him and he could read them in his spare time. The final straw was when they sent him a list of Chamber of Commerce members who were delinquent on their dues. He said, “They want me to call some guy that owns a body shop and tell him to pay his dues. Not gonna happen.”
He would much rather sit around and drink Usher’s Green Stripe Scotch with Charlie Price (the late Charles H. Price II, who was a former U.S. ambassador to England) and the late John Latshaw (a Kansas City investment banker and businessman who died in 2010). That went on until Hale got a little put out with Latshaw after Latshaw called to tell him that he had just bought the prize steer at the American Royal and that Hale owed him half.
Hale thought very highly of Arthur Brisbane. In 2000, when discussions began about the new production plant, Art asked me to handle the legal side. It was very clear that the paper could have saved $10 million to $15 million by building the plant in Lenexa, and Tony Ridder (Knight Ridder c.e.o.), couldn’t understand why, from a business perspective, that wasn’t a no-brainer. Art stuck doggedly to his guns, reasoning that the paper had editorialized against urban sprawl and excessive economic incentives and that it would’ve been hypocritical in the extreme to just look at the bottom line. Furthermore, the incentive package that we finally negotiated was just enough to pay for the excessive costs for building the plant where it is today — which was very difficult. I told Art I could have negotiated a better deal, but he turned it down.
I agree with you that Hale was a character and a reporter’s publisher. That comes as no surprise given that he had about every job in the newspaper business as he rose through the ranks. He was also very successful. But let’s not forget that he took over the papers at a very opportune time, when profits could be increased by adopting modern technology; eliminating The Times (the morning edition of The Star); and raising the price. Brisbane, on the other hand, had the misfortune of being at the helm when the Internet really began to take off.
Hale did two things that, while simple, exemplified his style: He had the first paper off the press delivered to his door every morning, and he signed every non-payroll check.
More later, when I get time.
Jim:
I have enjoyed both your Parts l and II on Jim Hale and fine recollections about him from Mike White, Dan Margolies, Julius Karash, Don Hoffmann and others. Mr. Hale–the way I always addessed him–had a great sense of humor, but at the same time, you wanted to stay on his good side. He came down to the newsroom constantly to talk to reporters, creating a genuine sense of communication and trust between them and the publisher’s office. He knew the newspaper business from the ground up and could run the presses as well as anyone. Before he even reached his office, his sleeves were rolled up ready to work. He treated everyone the same. If a janitor and a banker were on the elevator with him, he would shake hands with both, treating each with the same respect.
I remember well the lawsuit involving Elsye Allison, as I was subpoenaed to appear along with several other Star colleagues. I was told to wear brown because it was a “sincere” color. It was a sad day for Elsye. She was beaten badly but as has been said, Mr. Hale felt great sympathy for her. Before the trial, I heard that he offered to pay to put her sons through college (she had 3) and do other acts of kindness. Elsye didn’t accept this and pushed for the trial.
A terrible mistake. Jim Hale was a tough newspaper man but he had a good and generous heart.
When I was asked to take over as society editor and leave the travel editor post, I refused because I was not interested. The offer came up again and O.J. Nelson, my editor, suggested I better comply the second time. I asked Mr. Hale if I could cover the African American and Hispanic communities on the society pages, where they deserved to be and virtually had not been previously. He agreed totally and I was allowed to proceed without any rules or direction from him. For 18 years, until retiring, I tried to cover the entire community and in the process learned so much and made many friends which I have to this day.
It was a blessing.
It was good to see a comment from Don Hoffmann, a humble hero in the eyes of his loyal Star colleagues who miss him greatly and wish they could see him, particularly on Wednesdays for lunch at the Brooksider Bar & Grill.
Sincerely,
Laura Hockaday
Good stories, Laura…I didn’t know about the two offers to become society editor. But you sure did a great job of “integrating” that dimension of the paper. One of your legacies to our paper.
About Don…some people — like you and I — go out waving the masthead and wanting to recall everything about our days at the paper. Others, like Don (and Jim Fisher and Bob Lynn) just melt away and are seldom heard from again. Different styles, different ways of moving on.
For me, I’ll never get it out of my system…I still have this dream, regularly, that, although I’m retired, I’m back as a reporter temporarily and that the pressure is on to produce a specific story. I keep telling my editors, “Now, you know, I’m retired and that I’m through at the end of the week.” But, of course, the editors have the lash out and are showing no mercy. It’s “Get the story!” And I’m stuck…
Jim, Laura and Mike,
Thanks for the memories, and especially from the three of you that I have shared activities with!
I know there are more stories to write and legacies to create and remember!
Welcome to 2013! Stop the Violence.
Bob Mayer
Thanks Jim and Bob,
Happy New Year to you both.
Cheers,
Laura
This is great stuff!
Once again I feel a burning desire to watch old episodes of Lou Grant.
Laura, it’s always nice to read your recollections of yesteryear at The Star. And Jim, I’ve had a similar “dream” myself, which is to say I keep hoping that one of these days the 30ish daughter of my former boss, now departed these five years, will call me up and say, “Hey, Rick, we could really use your help down here and the apartment above the office is still available for your use during the week. Please come back.” But the phone never rings and the “good old days” that didn’t seem so great at the time become more and more of a distant memory. Where is my Hollywood feel-good ending?
Don’t wait for the phone to ring, Rick…Call her up and say, “Happy New Year!” and, by the way, what’s shaking at the office. I’m still ready and rarin’ to go.
And then, if she takes you back, vow to yourself that you’re not going to let working for women bother you…
My biggest knock on “The Glass House” (The Press Pavilion at 16th and McGee) is that it may well have had a hand in “inspiring” the design ultimately selected for the Sprint Center, which I think is one of the uglier buildings in all of downtown Kansas City. Well, it’s a new year, and Star watchers can only hope that the news coming out of “The Castle” (the HQ at 18th and Grand) will be much better this year than it was last year. Hey, I’m suddenly in the mood for one of Laura’s famous bourbon balls.