W.K. Kellogg Foundation “I’ll Invest My Money in People” A biographical sketch of the Founder of the Kellogg Company and the W.K. Kellogg Foundation
“I’ll Invest My Money in People”
Published by the W.K. Kellogg Foundation Battle Creek, Michigan Tenth Edition, February 2002
Revised and reprinted 2000,1998, 1993, 1991, 1990, 1989, 1987, 1984. First edition published 1979.
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 90-063691 Printed in the United States of America Table of Contents
Part 1 – W.K. Kellogg’s House
Van Buren Street Residence 5
Part 2 – The Philanthropist
“I’ll Invest My Money In People” 29
Beginnings 30
The Sanitarium Years 45
The Executive 48
Success and Tragedy 51
The Shy Benefactor 63
The W.K. Kellogg Foundation 70
A home is not a mere transient shelter. Its essence lies in its permanence, in its capacity for accretion and solidification, in its quality of representing, in all its details, the personalities of the people who live in it.
H.L. Mencken, 1929
Part 1 W.K. Kellogg’s House
Van Buren Street Residence
W.K. Kellogg. The man’s name, spoken or written, almost a half-century after his death, is associated with entrepreneurship, creativity, vision, and humanitarianism. Those are big words. However appropriate they may be,
5 they probably would have been shunned by Mr. Kellogg—the developer of a worldwide cereal industry and an international foundation that is dedicated to helping people to solve societal problems. He shied from any hint of praise for himself. With a candor that matched his devotion to action and outcomes, he was known to turn aside compliments, flattery, or acclaim. Elsie Hoatson Elbon, W.K.’s nurse for many years dur- ing his later life, commented: “I never heard him brag about the many things he had done for oth- ers. Not ever.” Tributes made him uncomfort- able, as proved by his own remarks. In 1931, for instance, he wrote in a business memo: I object seriously to being referred to as the Cereal King (by) the editor of (a national newspaper)…He used the word philan- thropy several times. I asked him to cut it out and to take out the apple sauce. That same year he advised his grandson: In conversation with people forget the word “I.” Keep your feet on the earth and your head up, but not too high in the sky. Be humble. For a man of W.K.’s wealth, his residence at 256 West Van Buren was anything but grand or showy. It had 4500 square feet of living space (counting the basement), making it no larger than most of the homes in the immediate area. It was a two-story structure, again, like most of its neighbors. But it differed from other nearby houses because of its simple design and stucco exterior. This contrasted with the prevailing popular, ornate, gothic frame styles.
6 W.K.’s house, like the man, was free of trap- pings, even restrained. Its personality matched well the simpler tastes and preferences of its owner. It had an aura of stability and durability about it that caught and held the eye and the interest of any passerby who took the time to give it more than a random glance.
From about 1911 until 1990, the house on West Van Buren stood directly across the street from McCamly Park. Between 1918 and 1924 it was the home for Mr. Kellogg and his second wife, Dr. Carrie Staines. There they occasionally entertained visitors, frequently hosted family gatherings that brought three generations of Kelloggs together around the dinner table or the Christmas tree, and on sultry summer evenings sat on the open front porch of the house and drank ice-cooled lemonade and listened to the music that floated across to them from the band concerts in the park.
The house sat just east of the nearby Kellogg Hotel (later named the Hart Hotel) and only a short walk northwest to the Kellogg Inn on Champion Street, where the early offices of the Foundation would one day be situated. Many of the city’s streets were only hard packed ground, looking like well-traveled country roads, as did Van Buren in front of the Kellogg house in its beginning years. Horse-drawn buggies and wag- ons could be heard at all hours of the day, clack- ing along, driven by husky fellows who easily delivered 50-pound blocks of dripping ice to homes and businesses along their routes, and white-jacketed men carrying rattling wire cases of glass bottles filled with cream and fresh milk, haulers and movers of every sort going about their work. Added in was the regular clanging
7 racket of the electric streetcar as it moved up Washington past the Sanitarium to Ann Avenue, then across to Wood and finally, retracing its own tracks, rumbled down Washington to Main Street on its trip back toward the hub of town. There were few automobiles on the roads, though the number was growing noticeably. Soon Van Buren boasted an impressive, paved surface of macadam. The end result was a cacophony of noise and activity in a busy, thriv- ing Battle Creek. Viewing it from the Kellogg front porch was to watch a living picture of pros- perity, vitality, and progress. When Mr. Kellogg walked in his backyard and looked up beyond a tall, wood frame house situated on Champion Street, he could see the sprawling, six-story Battle Creek Sanitarium stretching two city blocks into the distance. Again and again, that view surely recalled for him the two and a half decades of 14-hour work days, myriad duties, and low pay he had endured at the “San,” conditions that unques- tionably left profound impressions. A former vice president of the Kellogg Foundation, Leonard White, recalls: “All through his life, including the 25 years he worked for Dr. Kellogg at the Sanitarium, W.K. was generous. He saw to it that people who needed extra help received it, that bills were forgiven. All during the Depression he saw to it that his employees had coal for their stoves when they needed it.” Russell G. Mawby, former chief executive officer of the Kellogg Foundation and chairman of its board, pointed out that W.K. believed “sometimes charity such as food, clothing, and shelter is necessary. But he felt that usually the
8 John L. Kellogg, Jr. and Will Keith Kellogg II, grandsons of W.K. Kellogg, shown in the driveway of the Van Buren Street residence. They are wear- ing uniforms of the Citizens Military Training Corps (the high school equivalent of ROTC). The year is approximately 1926.
9 s other son. ’ After W.K. Kellogg After W.K. The time was 1926. moved to the Kellogg Inn, John L. Kellogg, and his mother, Jr., (both shown here) lived in the Van Buren house, as did Keith Kellogg II, Will Hanna
10 s West ’ W.K. Kellogg W.K. Van Buren Street resi- Van dence shown here near the Battle Creek Sanitarium.
11 Preparation to move the 100-ton house began in early March 1990.
12 s ’ s short ’ On the morning of journey through down- town. Kellogg March 24, W.K. house began it
13 Power lines and telephone lines were lowered ahead of the house as it moved past familiar landmarks along city streets, restricted from normal traffic usage. The utility lines were then restored in its wake.
14 15 Nearly four hours the house relo- later, cated in the downtown area, the steel girders are removed
16 Throughout the summer of 1990, con- struction continued around the house as the ground was cleared for its perma- nent location.
17 By late September, exterior work was nearing com- pletion. The fieldstone wall, which edges the city’s Linear Park path, was in place.
18 The now-classic decor of the early 1920s is recre- ated in the living room. A grand piano and Oriental rug, similar to those of Mr. Kellogg, are accented by a graceful statuette of a young woman. The stat- uette actually was owned by Mr. Kellogg.
19 Restored to its original beauty, the dining room reflects its own historic time. The tall breakfront belonged to Mr. Kellogg.
20 This elegant, recreated bedroom now holds some of Mr. Kellogg’s possessions. The armchair beside the desk, the elephant sculpture on the mantle, and the paintings all were his. Other fur- nishings are authentic to the period.
21 Viewed from the Foundation’s headquarters site in October 1990, north across the Battle Creek River, the house blends serenely with its surroundings.
22 23 The front porch and sunroom of the Kellogg House today look out across a low fieldstone wall toward the nearby river in downtown Battle Creek.
24 most good could be done by helping people to help themselves. The main thing is to give them the opportunity to do that which is important to them, rather than doing it for them or telling them what they ought to do.” Mawby said, “That belief became the purpose of the Foundation Mr. Kellogg created and, like the Van Buren Street house, it has stood the test of time.” Norman Williamson, Jr., grandson of W.K. Kellogg, described the house as he remembered it: On the front was an uncovered porch where one could sit in good weather .…Immediately behind the porch was a sunroom that reached to the second story. The entry from the street was directly into the living room. It was large, for it extend- ed the entire width of the house with win- dows on both the east and west and a sunroom to the south. There was a Lalique glass replica of a black cat that served as a doorstop. There also was a ceramic Boston terrier with a jewelled collar, and in the 1920s W.K. acquired a player piano. He recalled a passageway from the living room to the dining room. He said that enroute you passed a bathroom on the left and a stairway to the basement on the right. The dining room was commodious, like the living room, extend- ing the entire width of the house. It contained a dining table with chairs to seat a dozen or more people. Service from the kitchen was summoned by a floor button at W.K.’s place. Williamson said the kitchen had a refrigerator “which produced the miracle of ice cubes. At home we had only the customary icebox that had
25 to be ‘recharged’ regularly by the iceman.” And, for him, the basement was the “most fascinating to all of us children” because it had a small bil- liard table which also “converted into a sofa to provide extra seating space for such exciting occa- sions as Christmas Eve gift exchanging.” The maid occupied the apartment over the garage; the chauffeur lived in W.K.’s former house nearby on Champion Street. After W.K. completed his Kellogg apartments (the Inn), he moved there in 1924 but, Williamson said, he vacillated between his sixth floor suite and his former residence. Eventually, the house was occupied for several years by Hanna Kellogg (first wife of W.K.’s son, John) and her two sons, John, Jr., and Keith. The house became the property of the Kellogg Foundation in 1987. It had been vacant for 12 years, its empty rooms providing a refuge from the weather for adventurous birds that found their way down the fireplace chimney, its dark windows gaz- ing blankly out at a changing neighborhood. On March 24, 1990, the former home of W.K. Kellogg was moved from its location on West Van Buren Street to the downtown site of the Kellogg Foundation’s corporate headquarters. The renovated house provides a base for the Foundation’s Expert-In-Residence program. This program brings acknowledged authorities to Battle Creek on a short-term basis to conduct seminars and workshops in areas of interest to the Foundation’s programming fields. With its understated charm and elegant practicality care- fully restored, the Kellogg House continues to serve in the quiet tradition of its original owner.
26 W.K.’s longtime friend and physician, Doctor George Slagle, said, “Will Keith Kellogg was a great man. What he did for the city of Battle Creek you can read all over town—the Ann J. Kellogg school and so very much more. He was a ‘go-getter.’ He was a dynamo hidden beneath a rather calm exterior. He was a tremendous devel- oper and he made Battle Creek what it is.”
27 28 Part 2 The Philanthropist
“I’ll Invest My Money In People”
The W.K. Kellogg Foundation exists because of the interweavings of fate. Tenets of visionary religion, the flux of business, the rivalry between strong-willed brothers, the success of a health spa and the unexpected discovery of a flake cereal— these are what shaped this story. The focus, however, still is on the singular W.K. Kellogg himself. Born in the 19th century, he was one of the 20th century’s great movers of ideas and shakers of tradition—men like Andrew Carnegie, Henry Ford, Bertrand Russell, J.C. Penney, Bernard Shaw, and Charles Stewart Mott, who had the driving force and will for several lives, and who entered their later years at the peak of their powers. While possessing extraordinary business acumen, Kellogg was painfully shy. Yet he had faith in the public’s ability to know a good prod- uct when they see it.
29 Beginnings “I Never Learned to Play”
The first of the Kellogg family to migrate to America was Joseph Kellogg—born in 1626 to a long line of Scottish and English Kelloggs—who settled in Hadley, Massachusetts, where the Kellogg family prospered for nearly two cen- turies. One of Joseph’s descendants, John Preston Kellogg, left Hadley in 1834 with his wife, Mary Ann, and two sons to move to Flint, Michigan. John Preston Kellogg was a devout Christian but was well aware of human needs on the earth- ly plane. He was much disillusioned with medi- cine as it was practiced in that primitive envi- ronment. When Mary Ann died of tuberculosis, John sought something firm in which to believe. He became an abolitionist and often sheltered slaves fleeing to Canada. It was not enough. Kellogg married Ann Janette Stanley and in 1849 their two-year-old Emma Frances suc- cumbed to a misdiagnosed case of lung inflam- mation. Further disgusted with poor medical ser- vices, Kellogg found solace in the Seventh-Day Adventist faith, which considered personal health of prime importance. Smoking tobacco, drinking alcohol and eating meat were taboo. When the Adventists set up a publishing office in Battle Creek, Michigan, John moved his fami- ly there and established a broom factory. The Kellogg family grew as the Adventist faith mushroomed in Battle Creek. In 1866 the Adventists set up the Western Health Reform
30 Institute in the city, where Merritt G. Kellogg— the family’s firstborn—was to become a physi- cian. Another physician son, John Harvey Kellogg, was destined to run this same institu- tion as the Battle Creek Sanitarium and shape it into one of the then most famous health spas in the world. However, the name of Will Keith Kellogg, born April 7, 1860, was to become far more familiar to millions of the world’s early-morning hungry. I was my father’s seventh son born on the seventh day of the week and the seventh day of the month. My father was a sev- enth child and the name ‘Kellogg’ has seven letters. It was W.K. Kellogg’s lifelong whim to stay in rooms on the seventh floor of hotels and with room numbers ending in seven. But he wasn’t a joking man normally. To look at Will Kellogg’s poker face in photographs of his youth, one would conclude correctly that he was serious- minded. Enlisted into the broom trade early, W.K. Kellogg was a salesman with his own territory by the age of 14, at which time he started paying his way in the world. Hard work, long hours and the Adventist regimen—and certainly the strict upbringing characteristic of pioneer family life— molded a young man whose outlook was toward self-betterment. “As a boy, I never learned to play,” he was to say, and he often regretted his inability to smile or laugh easily. He might chuckle, but you were lucky to catch him at it. After all, it was a tough
31 life. Illnesses and death plagued the Kellogg fam- ily. Three other children died, and Will barely survived malaria. He also had little schooling. But Will did read extensively—even after a diffi- cult start: When I was a boy in school, the teacher thought I was dim-witted because I had difficul- ty reading what was on the blackboard. I was 20 years old before I myself found out what was the matter: I was nearsighted. A proper medical examination would have settled that the day I entered school. Since then, I have often thought of what science can do for underprivileged chil- dren if they can be taken in hand at the proper time. Seeking experience in the broom trade, teenaged Will went to Texas, but city life there repelled him. Open sewers alongside Dallas’ streets disgusted him, for his concern about health—like his family’s—was ever zealous. He decided he had learned enough in the Texas school of hard knocks, and headed home. Will knew what he needed to know, and when—and he wouldn’t waste time while learning it. In 1880, impatient Will enrolled in a business course and completed in four months what took other students an academic year to finish. That same year he married Ella Osborn Davis, and as a responsible husband heeded his brother John’s offer of a job at the Battle Creek Sanitarium.
32 The house where W.K. Kellogg was born on April 7, 1860.