Here is poem written about my grandfather [[Cox-27540|Leslie Record Cox Sr. (1893-1952)]] in 1951. He was a mechanical engineer at Bell Labs in New Jersey
25 Years Service
Bell System
When you have to build a circuit to do a brand-new job
And rack your brain for ways and means of doing it
You draw up diagrams until your head begins to throb
And look for simpler, fresher ways of viewing it
Then when you’ve fought it through and have the problems well in mind
Each new approach some difficulty blocks
In this dark hour, the lowest ebb in all your daily grind
You take your thoughts and spill them out to Cox.
Cox takes his feet down of the desk, a twinkle in his eye
He never had a problem quite like yours
He doesn’t know if he can help, but guesses he can try
And fills and lights his pipe while he explores
The difficulties you are in and what you really want
The fundamental principles involved
That simple clarity of his, no problem seems to daunt
Some of your worries are already solved.
The back of an old scratch pad from a disorderly file
Soon comes alive with crooked marks which show
The basic elements that you have sought for all the while
And from them, the direction you should go
You find when Cox has finished that you still have much to do
The circuit is by no means all designed
But now you see some of the possibilities thought through
Regaining confidence once left behind.
The conversation may of course take any sort of turn
To Cox, the universe is all one piece
The little things you never thought about at all, you learn
Fit into one great plan. They may release
A flood of sound philosophy on subjects near your heart.
Nutrition, of the care of pets, or how
To wallpaper a room successfully, or take apart
A watch. His nimble wits no bounds allow.
And now we gather here to pay our homage to this friend
Who makes us think, when bright ideas are needed.
His sunny optimism, common sens and courage blend
In one great guy in measure unexceeded.
So on this anniversary of twenty-five short years
Of combatting the Bell System’s hard knocks
We wish him joy and happiness with one accord: so here’s
A toast from each of us to Leslie Cox.
October 5, 1951
DBP