| |
From straightdope.com
December 31, 2004
Dear Cecil:
My girlfriend told me that on a recent walking tour of Boston the
guide told her about the Boston molasses disaster of 1919. Seemingly
a huge tank of molasses crumbled under the tremendous weight, sending
a “tidal wave of molasses traveling 35 mph” down the
street, where it proceeded to kill tens of people and many horses.
A little research on the Internet uncovered that such an event seems
to have occurred, but even the most skeptical of Web sites still
relates that the molasses moved at 35 mph. In January, no less.
My question is: In 1919, how could they have possibly measured that
speed? Is it simply another exaggeration in this already hyperbolized
story? Is any of it to be believed? — James, New York
Cecil replies:
Oh, the great molasses flood definitely happened. Twenty-one people
died, 150 were injured, and nearby buildings were reduced to kindling.
Molasses traveling at 35 mph in January is impossible, you say?
If photos of the aftermath and eyewitness testimony don’t
change your mind, you can do like me and check with a professor
at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. After reviewing four
pages of calculations, I’d say it’s clear that when
a 50-foot-tall tank of any liquid gives way, the contents are going
to do more than just ooze.
The blackstrap deluge was no laughing matter at the time. As the
story is told in Dark Tide: The Great Boston
Molasses Flood of 1919 by Stephen Puleo (2003), the sticky liquid was stored in a massive
dockside tank in Boston’s crowded North End. Ninety feet in
diameter with a capacity of 2.3 million gallons, the tank had been
hastily constructed in 1915 by a subsidiary of the United States
Industrial Alcohol Company. The firm shipped molasses, a by-product
of sugar refining, from Caribbean ports to plants in the U.S., where
it was distilled into alcohol, used back then in the manufacture
of gunpowder and other munitions. Demand had increased sharply with
the outbreak of war in Europe, and USIA hoped to cash in.
Construction of the tank had been overseen, or more accurately
gazed stupidly at, by Arthur Jell, a bean counter with no technical
background who was unable even to read blueprints. Anxious to
complete the tank in time for the arrival of the first molasses
shipment, Jell forwent the elementary precaution of filling it
first with water to test for leaks. Once molasses was pumped in,
the tank leaked so copiously at the seams that neighborhood kids
collected the drippings in cans. When an alarmed employee complained,
Jell’s response
was to have the tank painted brown so the leaks wouldn’t
be so noticeable.
With the war ending and demand for industrial alcohol plummeting,
USIA decided to distill molasses into grain alcohol for liquor before
Prohibition killed the market for good. On January 12 and 13, 1919,
a tanker filled the huge vessel almost to the brim. Two days later,
at about half past noon, the tank gave way with a roar, sending
a wave of molasses variously estimated at 8 to 15 feet high in all
directions. Many nearby were drowned or crushed when buildings fell
on them. A massive hunk of the steel tank was flung into an elevated
rail line, collapsing the tracks only seconds after a train had
passed. Rescuers were hampered by the knee-high tide of congealing
goo; the last victim, a deliveryman, wasn’t found for 11 days
— he and his truck had been swept into the harbor. For decades
afterward it was claimed that central Boston smelled like molasses.
How fast did the initial surge of molasses travel? Experts and
eyewitnesses agreed on 35 mph, but we needn’t take their word
for it. I consulted with Gareth McKinley, professor of mechanical
engineering at MIT, and established that the theoretical maximum
rate of flow for a (roughly) 50-foot column of liquid, ignoring
density and viscosity, was 38 mph. Surprisingly, molasses’s
stiffness would have slowed things only a bit — making certain
assumptions about Reynolds number and whatnot that I expect some
gratitude for not sharing, the flow rate would have been mostly
a function of inertia (i.e., mass) rather than viscosity. Bottom
line: 35 mph was a pretty good guess.
An inquiry found the disaster was due to inadequate construction;
USIA paid out more than $600,000 in damages — at least $6.6
million in today’s money. The timing gives one pause, though.
In September 1918, a few months before the flood, the Red Sox won
the World Series, an event that, in light of its subsequent rarity,
surely constituted a major disturbance in the force. Now the Red
Sox have given fate the finger once more. Come January, Boston fans
noticing a distant rumble and a funny smell will have to wonder:
Is that just the subway, or is it payback time again?
CECIL ADAMS
|