(ilass Book COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT 7 »K 8 rx-ET --OF FXEST W>rERE 'WT. A.P or- !THDOOE.3 WIftx OPEn- PX.A.CZ, a/trr i^Pic DOOR "V\rA^ JSOT OPEN a o o o c "o o V -C H Ho/M-rui^' 9/UJc r Complete Story of the V^olIinwoodochoolL/isaster And How Such Horrors Can Be Prevented By Marshall Everett The Well Known Author and Descriptive Writer Full and Authentic Story Told By Survivors and Eyewitnesses ! E^mbracing a Flash=light Sketch of the Holocaust, ^ Detailed Narratives by participants in the Horror, Heroic WorK of Rescuers, R.eports of the Building Experts as to the responsibility for the Wholesale Slaughter of Children Memorable Fires of the Past, E,tc., E,tc. Dangers in other School Buildings all over the United States. Profusely Illustrated with Pho= tographs of the scenes of death, before, during and after the Fire. Photographs of the Children Sacrificed Copyright 1908 by The N. G. Hamilton Publishing Co. Published By The N. G. Hamilton Publishing Co. Cleveland. Ohio. 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Little did they think of the fate awaiting them when they left their happy home the morning of March 4th, when they met their deaths in the fire. They were 14, 9 and 6 years respectively. ANNA AND ROSIE BUSCHMAN. Children of Mr. ami Mrs. Leonard Buscliman, 5415 Lake Street, who perished in the fire. They were 11 and 9 years of age. CLARA AND FLORENCE LAWRY. The beautiful twin daughters of Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Lawry, of Euclid Beach, Ohio, sweet little girls had to be sacrificed in the fire. They were 13 years of age. These CONTENTS. Publisher's Preface 9 Author's Preface 13 CHAPTER I. Fire discovered in school building at North Collinwood, which is filled with children — Futile efforts of the janitor and a few of the larger pupils to check the flames — Spread of the fire — Alarm sounded ; efiforts of the teachers to march the children out of the doomed structure — Beginning of the panic — Heartrending screams and shrieks alarm the neighborhood as the children find escape cut ofif — Frantic rush for the doors, which are closed and check the mad- dened little ones in their dash for life and liberty — Chil- dren fall in heaps within an inch of safety — Lives crushed out as the frantic and terror stricken trample on the fallen — Vain efforts of the teachers to stay the awful panic — Faces appear at the windows, only to fall back into the raging furnace and become part of the fire itself. . . .33 CHAPTER n. Men and women rush to the scene — Mothers fall on their knees before the fire and weep and pray — Men curse and fight in their efforts to reach their imprisoned little ones — Pathetic scenes as dying children call to their parents, who are only a few feet away, yet powerless to aid them in their agony — Desperate efforts of the teachers to force open the doors which keep the children prisoners in the burning structure — Thrilling scenes of rescue by ladders — Leaps for life — Drops to death and leaps to uncon- sciousness — Maimed for life — Blinded by the awful heat 18 CONTENTS — Heroes develop by the score, yet they can do nothing to save the scores that are perishing before their eyes. .46 CHAPTER III. Mother saves her child for a moment only to see him die — Lad stretches out arms for aid — Tried to drag boy out but flames conquered — Cleveland fire fighters arrive but are too late — Frantic men and women rush forward to meet it — Floors of building collapse with ominous roar — Burst of flames and sparks shoot out — Flames rage most fiercely in cellar — Work in ruins begins — Blackened forms of children in pinafores found — Bodies placed in rows in morgue — Identifications made bv trinkets. .. .54 CHAPTER IV. Victims trample comrades to death in vain efforts to escape — Walter Kelley, a newspaper man, who lost two children, says one of rear doors was locked — Exit jammed full of fighting, panic-stricken children — Many killed by being trampled on — Scores rush for windows and several are killed — Caught like rats — Father and mothers, crazed in eft'orts to rescue children — Children rush into fiery fur- nace — Hallways too narrow to accommodate scholars running out — Three little girls die in jumping 60 CHAPTER V. Fathers and mothers pray and curse as their children perish — Maddened, they dash towards flames, to be restrained by friends — Force often used — Big man raves, "my babies are in the fire" — Firemen with rakes and shovels turn up blackened bones and skulls and masses of charred flesh — Horror strikes men taking out scarred bodies — Dead forms of children passed to ambulance men — Driven to to morgue — Human charnal house causes men to shudder — Bodies are numbered — Identification made ........68 CONTENTS 19 CHAPTER VI. Strong men weep as they tell how their children died — Father relates how little daughter burned to death — Child helped mother with breakfast dishes — Waved good-by as she started for school — Sobs on seeing charred babe — "Mister, help me out pleads little girl — Baby hands reach out for help — White ribbons flutter from doors of almost every house — Man toys with penciled paper of dead daughter — Baby cries for sister who was dead 72 CHAPTER VII. Flames sweep over hall while women stand helpless — Many fall fainting to ground — Water pressure insufficient to send stream high — Firemen's ladders would not reach to top floors — Task not for volunteers but for ambulance men — Police unable to keep back crowds — Girl of ten protects brother of six from fire with shawl until both perish — Few at top of struggling mass saved — Cries for help fearful to hear — Hurl stones through windows — . .81 CHAPTER VIIL School building inadequate to accommodate all pupils and many studied in the attic — Pupils become panic stricken on sight of smoke — Victims between ages of six and fif- teen years of age — Frenzied by screams of crushed and dying many rush into death trap — Save scholars by smashing windows 85 CHAPTER IX. Pathetic scenes enacted at the temporary morgue — Room murky and stifling with odors of burned stufif and silent save for sobs — Charred feet protrude beneath blankets — Grief written on every face — Mother finds child and bursts into tears while strong men join in weeping — Tags placed on bodies — Some curse, some gaze stoney eyed upon twisted, charred shapes of children before them ; some rave like madmen and some laugh like lunatics 92 20 CONTENTS CHAPTER X. Rich woman loses baby — Wealthy and poor, alike in grief, console each other — Bodies taken from morgue as identi- fied — Grief-stricken father fights ambulance driver — Mad- dened father would throw himself under a train — Child identified by teeth — Screams of despair, wrenched from mothers on finding trinkets of babes — Woman who made boy go to school overwhelmed with anguish, sobbing and shrieking — Crowd sways in sympathy — Grandfather kisses girl's feet ' ' 110 CHAPTER XI. Teachers tell of horrors — Attack made on janitor, and police guard is set — Tales of the survivors — Children fall and others topple over on them — Crush terrible — Door said to be usually open, but this time fastened at the top — Few fire drills held and smoke and flames quickly put children into panic which meant death 120 CHAPTER XII. Girl who discovered fire tells investigators she told janitor of the blaze and says she opened door — Janitor asserts build- ing was not overheated — County prosecutor listens to tes- timony to find whether or not there was a criminal act — Door found closed — Never told to ring fire alarm — X( boys seen smoking in the building, but girls were plav- ing : ^ 128 CHAPTER XIII. Teachers tell of attempts to save pupils and why they are unsuccessful — Flames leap over their heads in mad scramble for door and children pile up in hall — Blaze tells bell is not drill gong — Principal denies there was rubbish in closet where fire started — Boy tells thrilling experience — Smoke and heat strike terror into children — Fire blocks stairs, but heroine teacher waits until last — Crowds of men to the rescue but work is checked by fire 138 CONTENTS 21 CHAPTER XIV. Misery, hopelessness and g-loom reign everywhere in ColHn- wood — Little children make big sacrifices — Three babies lost from one home — Two white faced girls cling to sob- bing mother trying to comfort her for loss of child — Bravery of girl — Pall over every house — Frantic women tear hair — Small children pushed beneath pile — Narrow- ness of corridor catches scholars in pen — Teacher dying amid corpses — Exciting race made by firemen — Boy gives life to save others — Ambulances do good work 149 CHAPTER XV. Mothers cry for children and beg for help — Teachers pursued in rage by bereaved — Child thrown from window — Girl saved by sickness — Boy says stairs crashed on crushed scholars — Baby cried for *'papa." 177 CHAPTER XVI. Women show courage — Tiny girl holds out hand for help in vain — Hands burned trying to save children — Lad identi- fied by a ring — Boy who aids family perishes in the fire — Lake Shore officials aid — Scream for help which does not come — Drags little daughter from heap of dying; .... 182 CHAPTER XVII. Dead in fire disaster buried — Entire village in mourning — Hearses line all streets of village — Old man weeps on seeing white hearses pass, although he had none in the building to die — Full realization of horrible disaster comes with funerals — One of saddest services was held for Janitor Hirter's children, three of whom died in fire — Police guard him, but none molest man while he is bury- ing his dead — Father bowed' with grief and mother mourns for her dead — Child shows her love for plav- mate 190 22 CONTENTS CHAPTER XVIII. Stumps of unknown children are buried — Blackened bodies of unidentified dead are placed in one big grave and mourned for by many weeping mothers — Flag placed at church entrance and candles are put at head of coffin — Sixteen white coffins in a row — Service held for 12 at once — Hearses too few to care for dead — Two women faint — Hundreds gathered in sorrow 197 CHAPTER XIX. Caskets lie in tiers in ambulances — Hearse after hearse passes down the dismal streets — ^lany dazed by the tragedy pay no heed to funeral corteges — Mothers and fathers bowed in anguish — Three caskets with a son and two daughters lie in a row 206 CHAPTER XX. Safety of all school children in the land rest in the strict en- forcement of the building laws — Better schools urged for protection of pupils — Lower buildings, fire proof con- struction, wide stairways, fire escapes separated from the buildings themselves and opening off every room sought — School houses must be carefully and regularly inspected — Employes must be watched — Fixing responsibility and Dunishment of negligent believed to be a preventive. . .212 CHAPTER XXI. Newspapers comment on the disaster — Tall buildings are de- cried — Horror should teach lessons and lead to improve- ment of buildings — Disaster might have been prevented, it is thought — Probe should go deep and every provision made to empty schools quickly and prevent panic — Fact should be drilled into the minds of a people prone to for- get 221 CONTENTS 23 CHAPTER XXII. Lack of discipline and unreadiness to meet emergency says one paper — Fancied security leads to laxity and danger — Furnaces a deadly peril — Close watch should be kept on heating apparatus — Automatic doors urged, to open when fire gong sounds — Thousands of structures thought to be defective and in need of reconstruction 228 CHAPTER XXIII. Model school house designed to save children from death in fire — Towers at each corner arranged so that there can be exits from each room — Emergency exit in center — Stairways are not winding but straight 237 CHAPTER XXIV. Lest we forget the Collinwood horror we should prick our memory to demand better schools — Children depend on us for protection which it is our duty to give — Plans should at once be made to prevent other such holocausts and death of innocents 240 CHAPTER XXV. List of the dead in terrible Collinwood school fire 247 CHAPTER XXVL « Earthquake and fire descend upon San Francisco and the Sur- rounding cities of California, causing enormous loss of life and property— Shock of death comes in the early dawn — People flee from their beds in terror to face crashing walls — Heaving earth shatters gas and water pipes, releasing noxious fumes and kindling countless fires in the ruins of the once beautiful "Fairy city of the Golden Gate" — First shock followed by worse terrors — Furious flames sweep over doomed citv — Firemen baffled bv lack of water — Dy- 24 CONTENTS namite used in vain — Dead abandoned to the advancing cyclone of fire — night falls on a scene rivaling Dante's "Inferno" — Vandals and ghouls appear — Looting and riot- ing add to hellish scene — Police powerless ; troops called — Corpses everywhere — Man's utter helplessness demon- strated — Denizens of foreign quarter battle with fury of fiends — Mobs tight at ferries, while dreary procession of refugees trails southward to escape 269 CHAPTER XXVII. Wave of flame greets Chicago theater audience — Few realize appalling result — Drop where they stand — Many heroes are developed — Dead piled in heaps — Exits were choked with bodies — Survey scene with horror — Find bushels of purses 284 CHAPTER XXVIII. Terrible Boyertown fire caused by the explosion of lamp used to light scenes in amateur theatricals — Scores burned to death, suffocated or crushed in mad panic to escape.. . .294 CHAPTER XXIX. Boat, the General Slocum sinks in river in New York and more than 1,000 perish — Women throw babes overboard and leap after them — Life preservers rotten or are filled with lead — Bodies washed ashore for days — Jail sentence for offenders — Sundav School picnic ends in terror and death .' 300 CHAPTER XXX. Thrilling incidents of terrible disasters of historv and horrible loss of life '. 304 CHAPTER XXXI. The Johnstown Flood 316 PUBLISHERS' PREFACE. Amid sobs and groans, from white, trembling lips comes the story of the fearful disaster at North Collinwood, Ohio, where 172 innocent children and two heroic women teachers went down to death in the ruins of the school- house, which was swept by flames. To tell the awful story in cold type gives but a faint idea of the horror of it all ; yet, in order that the lives of other children and other teachers may be protected and safeguarded, it must be told in detail, and the human suffering and anguish that came to men, women and children through this fire painted, as only those on the spot can paint it, pictured in words that thrill. By experience we learn. Some day our children will be safe when once inside the schoolhouses of the country — but not until public officials realize that many of the build- ings are now but tinder boxes, ready to flare up at the faintest spark of fire, and destroy all who are unfortunate to be caught within the walls. As the author of this work has well said, this great disaster has hastened the day when all of our public buildings — theaters, halls and schoolhouses — will be safe ; when we can rest secure while our loved ones bend over their desks, or watch a mimic world depicted on the stage. God speed the day when soul-harrowing tragedies of the sort enacted in North Col- linwood shall be a thing of the past ! In presenting this book to the public the publishers do so with two thoughts uppermost in their minds. First is ♦^he thought that the details of the ereat holocaust should 26 PUBLISHERS' PREFACE be perpetuated in another way than only in the minds of the parents of the children who lost their lives, in order that those who read may realize to the utmost that "we know not the hour of our end;" and second, that school officials and building department heads throughout this broad land may realize that upon them rests a fearful re- sponsibility. In their keeping are hundreds of thousands of human lives — lives of men, women and children, who, believing that the buildings are safe, blindly trust them- selves in the structures that have been erected for public gatherings. Lessons like the one from North Collinwood sink deep into the hearts of men. It is an old saying that "we never learn except by bitter experience" — God knows the offi- cials of North Collinwood have learned by sad and bitter experience, experience that has robbed scores of homes of all the happiness it ever will know, that only by constant watchfulness and perfect building methods can safety be obtained. Without going into detail as to the responsi- bility for this horror — that will be left for those directly concerned to determine — it is enough to say that someone is to blame for the fearful loss of life and the resultant misery that has made heavy the hearts of thousands. It is the aim of the publishers to give this book an educa- tional value that will secure for it a place in the library of every home in the land, and to fill its pages with informa- tion and word pictures that will live forever, carrying to the heart of every man and every woman the necessity of protecting the little ones from the dangers seen and un- seen, that threaten them on every hand. It will bring home to the thoughtless the fact that "in the midst of life we are in death," and that only by securing perfection in PUBLISHERS' PREFACE 27 the art of building can we properly protect the people from possible harm. The book contains not only the story of the Ohio dis- aster, but the history of other great disasters, thus making it a valuable reference work for the student. It portrays in vivid manner the causes that lead to great fire panics and shows at a glance the large number of human lives that have been lost in the various disasters in the several corners of the world. Ranking next to the Iroquois thea- ter fire in Chicago, in which hundreds of children lost their lives — and for which it has been decided in the courts that "no one was to blame" — the North Collinwood disaster will remain always in the minds of man as one of the greatest horrors of the century. As this work is the only authentic and permanent rec- ord of the horror, wdiich desolated scores of homes and brought a thrill of sympathy to the great, glowing heart of the world, the publishers hope and believe that the work will prove of great benefit, in that it will point out, in tales of the utmost pathos and dramatic intensity, the necessity for building our schools and our other public buildings so perfectly that fires cannot start in them, or, if fires do start, so fireproof that nothing but a small blaze, danger- ous to no one, will result. As this book goes to press thousands of building in- spectors, thousands of high officials and thousands of school directors throughout this broad land are moving with one accord along the line of making the buildings safe, and closing those which are found wanting in the proper appliances. One lesson of the North Collinwood description has startled the world. It is to be hoped that no second lesson will ever be needed ! THE PUBLISHERS. AUTHOR'S PREFACE. For generations the awful holocaust at North Collin- wood, where 172 children and two teachers lost their lives in the destruction of the school building by fire, will be remembered with feelings of horror. It w^as a veritable carnival of death. Caught like rats in a trap, without a chance to escape, the hapless victims were trampled under foot, smothered, and then half consumed by the fiery flames that swept over them. The story, sad and thrilling in the extreme, w^ill deal wMth the vain fight made by the victims to escape the awful fate that awaited them, of the desperate efforts of heroic men and women to snatch from the jaws of death their own loved ones, as well as the loved ones of other fathers and mothers, and of the shocking scenes that were enacted in the pretty little suburb of Cleveland, Ohio, on the 4th day of March, 1908. Standing beside the red-hot embers of the schoolhouse and watching weeping men draw from the ruins shapeless masses that were once laughing, happy boys and girls, I witnessed a scene so terrible that my pen almost refuses to write the sickening story of the disaster that brought grief to every family in the little village, and which depopulated the town of young people. Fathers and mothers all over this broad land weep with the bereaved parents and bow their heads in shame to think that in this trreat and gflorious countrv such a AUTHOR'S PREFACE 29 slaughter of innocents could be possible. Long before the smoke had lifted from the funeral pyre, long before the last charred body had been dragged from the red hot ruins, long before the last victim had been laid in old mother earth, town and state officials were at work to place the blame for the disaster. That blame rested on someone was certain, but who was the guilty man? That was the c|uestion. Fixing the blame would not bring back from the grave the 172 human beings that went down to death when flames shot through the handsome building, nor would placing upon the shoulders of an individual, or upon the shoulders of a group of individuals a burden of guilt, assuage the grief of the stricken parents, nor dry the tears of the people of the country, to whom the horror was brought home with startling directness as they thought of their own loved little ones in the crowded schoolhouses of the cities and the towns. From m<^n and women who were on the spot before the flames had claimed their toll of death and before the last despairing shriek of the last child to die had chilled the blood of ?11 the spectators I have obtained most of my facts, and to them I am deeply indebted for the vivid scenes described in this book, which is destined to be a permanent and historically correct record of the most awful and sickening disaster ever known in the history of the state of Ohio. The task of assembling the vast amount of data is not easy, as every line tells of death and human suffering, the equal of which is not often written in his- tory. True, there have been other great disasters, with fearful loss of human life, but in this case those who went down to death were children, most of them on the very 30 AUTHOR'S PREFACE threshold of life. They had everything before them, no regrets back of them — their pathway to honor, fame and riches was broad and smooth, yet in the twinkling of an eye they were laid low by the fiery hand of Death, and the hopes of their parents shattered in an instant. While it is the intention of the author to make this work a fitting memorial to the dead, and to record the details of the tragedy in words that will live forever in the minds of thousands of sorrowing persons all over the country, it is his hope and firm belief that great good will at the same time be accomplished, in that the needs of other schoolhouses from one end of the land to the other will be shown, and the necessity of at once taking steps to remedy the defects, and to render such loss of life in case of fire impossible, pointed out. Indeed, even as these words are written, officials of cities, towns and villages in every portion of the United States, aye, even in Europe, are at work, with breathless haste, making such changes in the school buildings as will give the children there a chance for their lives should flames sweep the structures. To the many persons who have aided me in preparing this work, w^ith a heart full of sorrow for the bereaved parents, and a prayer for the dead, I dedicate this book to the memory of the victims of the fire which brought the nation to its senses and forced it to realize that hundreds of its schoolhouses are little else than fire traps, ready always to claim the -lives of innocent children. MARSHALL EVERETT. North Collinwood, Ohio. MOTHER DRAGGED FROM CHILD. SHE STROKES BURNING HAIR OF DAUGHTER SHE COULD NOT SAVE. One of the faces in the wall of those who blocked up the rear door of the Lake View School was that of Jennie Phillis, ag^ed fifteen years. Mrs. John Phillis, who lives a few door:- from the school, was one of the first to get to the fire. She lecognized Jennie immediately. Volunteers had formed a cordon about the door, but the agonized mother broke through and rushed into the passageway. "Oh, Jennie ! Please come out !" begged the mother. *T can't, ma. Oh, help me, if you can !" The woman seized both of her daughter's hands and pulled with all her strength. She could not, however, drag Jennie out from the crush. She turned to the men who were in the passageway and begged them to help her. One man pulled with the mother at Jennie's arms, but they could not move her. "It's no use, ma," said the girl, "I've got to die !" Mrs. Phillis became resigned to her daughter's fate. She held the girl's hand and the two talked for some minutes to- gether. The fire crept up through the mass of heads. A tongue of it blew over Jennie's head. It began to scorch her hair. Then the mother thrust her bare hand into the flames. She stroked her daughter's hair and kept the fire away as iong as she could. "Oh, thank you, ma," breathed the dying girl. It was the last she said. They dragged the mother from out of the smoke and flame. It was found that her hand with which she had stroked the fire from her daughter's head was burned to the bone. IH MEMOKY or ''''''''%'/M, "I^E UNIDENTIFIED -— SlSTTlK/tfC^C) :pead Clol,L]IiWOOl> CHAPTER I. THE STORY OF THE FIRE. FIRE WRECKS BIG SCHOOL— CHILDREN PERISH BY THE SCORE. In a horror without parallel in the history of American schools, 172 children and two women teachers lost their lives when Lake View School, North Collinwood, Ohio, burned on the morning of March 4, 1908. Ten minutes after the fire was discovered half the families in the pretty little suburb of Cleveland were in mourning, and the na- tion, informed by telegraph of the soul-stirring disaster, was in tears. Three little girls coming from the basement saw smoke. Before the janitor sounded the alarm a mass of flames was sweeping up the stairways from the basement. Before the children on the upper floors could reach the ground floor egress was cut off and they perished. It was all over almost before the frantic fathers and mothers who gathered realized that their children were doomed. School officials believed at first that an incendiary started the fire. They were forced to that conclusion after eliminating all other possible causes. There was no gas in the building. No heating pipes ran through the lumber closet under the stairs where the fire started. There were no electric wires in the closet. With the call for fire engines calls for ambulances were sent in. Every ambulance in the eastern end of Cleveland was pressed into service and wagons were used to haul the dead. 34 THE STORY OF THE FIRE Rescuers were present by the hundreds, but they could not save the Hfe of one of the children jammed in solid masses, as in the case of the Iroquois theater fire, Chi- cago, at the foot of the stairways. The victims ranged in ages from six to fifteen years, and the story of their fate is one of the most heartrending that the world has been called upon to heed. From the minute that the fire bell clanged out the alarm, the doom of the children was sealed. The building was a fire trap. It was insufficiently pro- vided with fire escapes. It had but two exits, one of which, at the critical hour, was found to be barred. There was lax discipline in the institution. And, finally, the fire department of the village was utterly unable to cope with the situation. Panic was primarily responsible, however. Had the 300 little ones been able to preserve their presence of mind scores that went down in the roaring flames might have escaped in safety. As it was, dozens were crushed to death before the flames reached them in the terrified rush for safety. Dozens more were killed in frantic leaps from windows. The remainder were swallowed up in the flames, carried down into the raging furnace in the cellar of the building fifteen minutes after the first alarm was sounded, and while agonized parents dashed helplessly about on the outside, restrained by force from dashing in when the floors of the burning building collapsed, further rescue became abso- lutely impossible. There was no panic at first. The children on the first fioor passed out safely. They supposed it was only the regular practice until they entered the lialls. Then they THE STORY OF THE FIRE 35 saw the smoke rising from the front stairs. They cast frightened glances at it, but maintained order. Many of the children on the third floor were saved. The flames spread so quickly that by the time the children on this floor had entered the hall the smoke and sparks were coming up the stairs in great puffs. Miss Laura Bodey, who had charge of the single room on the third floor, kept her head and started the children down the stairs. When they reached the second floor the flames rushed upon them. Miss Bodey called to the children to follow her. She led the way to the fire escape through a room on the sec- ond floor. Most of the children obeyed her and were saved. Some, however, had broken away and fled down the stairs. They were caught in the deathtrap. Nearly all the children on the second floor perished. Their teachers led them to the stairs in the rear, for the front stairway was enveloped in flames. At the sight of the fire the children took fright at once. They started pellmell down the stairs and into the narrow passage that led to the outside doors. The first few escaped. Some of those following tripped on the stairs and rolled to the bottom. Others behind them ran over the tangle at the bottom of the stairs and crowded into the passageway, fell over the prostrate bodies and made the confusion greater. Then the children began dropping over the banisters to get to the passage. Those who had fallen on the stairs began to get up and in an instant the entrance to the passage was blocked. Not yet had the flames spread to the passage. 36 THE STORY OF THE FIRE Happy in Morning. In what contrast were the beginning and the end of the day. The morning came with the sunshine of the early spring. ^Mothers, starting their children off to school with kisses, lingered in the doorways of their homes to feel its sweet breath. Out of sight up the street the children passed, skipping, laughing, throwing their books at one another in the light heartedness of childhood and the joyousness of the day. The school bell rang; the last of the pupils hurried to their rooms. As soon as all were in their seats the day was begun with prayer. The echo of the "Amen" died away and quickly came the clatter of the schoolroom as classes were begun. Scarcely more than an hour had passed, when the alarm of fire silenced the droning voices and chilled the blood of the teachers, who alone understood. The pupils thought it was fire drill and began an orderly exit. Pupils Saw The Smoke. Then someone saw the smoke that came pouring up the front stairway and in an instant the orderly lines broke and there was a wild scramble for safety. Those who fled down the front stairway got out safely. The rush down the back stair- way, however, was greater. The first child, close pressed by the others, fell as he reached the inner doorway. Those coming behind stumbled, went down and barred the way for the rest. Of the double doors at the bottom of the stairs, one was held by a catch at the top. The other was unlocked, but closed. The children following the first few who fell had no THE STORY OF THE FIRE 37 time to push open the door. Like an avalanche the rest swept down upon them, screaming and struggling, the stronger trampling the weaker in their frantic desire to get to the door only to be themselves borne down. Ax Would Have Saved Many. Outside the rescuers labored impotently to break the wedge and extricate the children. They smashed the glass in the partitions on both sides of the door, but the woodwork, ex- tending upward about two feet from the floor, balked their efiforts. An ax would have saved many lives, but none was at hand and none could be found. Men desperately kicked against the doors and battered them with their fists until their hands were bloody, but it was useless. And then, as they began to see how futilely they were work- mg, the rescuers saw the flames licking their way down the stairs. In the agony of that moment was the sorrow of a lifetime. Women fought their way to the doorway, grabbed at arms and legs and pulled with a frenzy of the maddened. On the top of the heap a little girl lay. Her legs were caught in the jam, but her arms were free. She stretched them out im- ploringly. "Please, somebody, oh please, somebody, get me out," she begged. Two women seized her by the arms and strove to tear her away from death. Men helped. And then came the flames, hot upon the gasping choking pile. They beat back the rescuers and in a trice enwrapped the heap. Features shriveled at their touch and the life in the little bodies went out. The news of the fire reached the furtherest corner of Collin- wood quickly. From the Lake Shore shops, where the fathers 38 THE STORY OF THE FIRE of many of the children are employed, the men ran at the first call. Mothers rushed from their homes, their faces white with terror. The sight of the burning' building turned dread into frenzy. The first few men and women, those who reached the school before fire lines were established, seemed to realize that with them rested the responsibility of saving as many as they could, but those who came afterward, when all hope was gone, enacted a heartrending scene. Women beat their breasts and tore their hair; men ran about wildly. One mother, her only son lost, w^ent insane and, raving, w^as taken to her home. Others were too stunned to cry ; they could only mut- ter over and over the names of their dear ones who perished. Lacking in no possible feature of terror, agony or torture was the fire which swept through the crowded school at Col- linwood. The fire swept through the halls and stairways of the build- ing like a whirlwind, laughing at fire drills and attempts at discipline. Ten minutes would have cleared the building of its population. But the ten minutes were lacking. Sw^eeping up under the front stairway the flames cut oflf that exit entirely after one room full of pupils had passed out. This threw the great seething mass of frightened pupils into the back exit of the building. In that narrow stairway and vestibule, penned like rats in a great trap, poured the mob of children, fighting, screaming, pushing. Down on them poured others, jumping down over the banisters, climbing over each other's heads, in the last des- perate attempt to reach the doorway. Nearly all the children were killed in the mass at the first floor door. This door was finally opened by men outside, but THE STORY OF THE FIRE 39 a wall of flame had formed across it. And most of the chil- dren there were already dead. A group of distracted mothers fought with the firemen, try- ing to drag the bodies from the tangled heap. The father of one victim pulled the arms from the little body of his daughter in his struggle. The homes of people living near the school were turned into temporary morgues. Glenville hospital cared for seven bodies. Fire Finally Out. The fire was about out at 1 :30. Firemen still played water on the ruins where several bodies were entombed. The fire started in the basement from an overheated fur- nace. It was discovered by Janitor Fritz Hirter. Classes were reciting. Thought it Was a Drill. Up in the third floor, the attic, the littlest ones were at work. Miss Anna Moran, principal, was in her office on the second floor when the sharp alarm rang out. She rushed to the door. Down the hall long lines of children were marching in straight lines. Their teachers were beside them. Some of the little ones were laughing. They thought it was a fire drill. At the lower floor they saw flames shooting up from the basement. They screamed, and there was a rush for the front door. Miss Catherine Weiler, second grade teacher, was on the second floor, and tried to keep her children in line. When the rush began she leaped into their midst, com- manding them to keep cool. She was dragged into the human current of bodies and crushed to death. Miss Grace Fiske, a 40 THE STORY OF THE FIRE third grade teacher, tried also to stop the rush. She was fa- tally crushed. Their heroic efforts were in vain. The vanguard of the dreadful rush jammed against the big door. Those behind pushed in. The first little bodies were crushed into almost unrecogniz- able masses. One little lad leaped up and walked over the tangled heap of bodies to safety. Others tried to follow. They piled up, higher and higher, till they suffocated. Most of those near the door were not burned to death. They were either crushed in the panic or suffocated. Cut off from escape by the mass of bodies at the front door the children on the second and third floors tried the windows. The little ones who were reciting in the attic rooms, were cai- ried down the fire escape, many of them. Ladders Wouldn't Reach. The others, too late, opened the windows and screamed piteously for help. By this time the Collinwood fire department was on the scene. They found their ladders were insufficient to reach the third door. The children were trapped, without hope of escape. It was then that there followed the worst horrors of the fire. The little ones went insane with fear and ran down the stairs till they met the upsweeping flames, and perished. Cleveland Helps. Mapes' and Shepard's ambulances had been called. They loaded up from the ghastly heap at the front door and dashed THE STORY OF THE FIRE 41 away. Hogan's ambulances came, received their freight and left, to return later for more. The Cleveland department came with its aerial ladder. This reached the third floor and many were borne down to safety. By this time the flames had mounted to the third floor. The first and second floors fell away. At 11:30 only the walls of the building were left standing, and the screams of the helpless, trapped children, died away forever. Crazed by horror, Fritz Hirter, the Janitor, could remember little of what happened after the fire broke out. Three of his four children in the school were among the dead. "It was sweeping in the basement when I looked up and saw a wisp of smoke curling out from beneath the front stair- way," he said. "I ran to the fire alarm and pulled the gong that sounded throughout the building. "Then I ran first to the front and then to the rear doors and threw them open, as the rules prescribed. Crazed by the Horror. "What happened next? I can't remember. I see the flames shooting all about and the little children running down through them screaming. "Some fell at the rear entrance and others stumbled over them. I saw my little 13-year-old Helen among them there. I tried to pull her out, and the flames drove me back. I had to leave my little girl to die." Oscar Pahner, a lad of 11, was one of the heroes of the fire. Though his face was terribly burned and he sufl'ered terribly from burns on his arms and hands, the boy rushed clear to 42 THE STORY OF THE FIRE the Collinwood fire department to inform them of the holo- caust. When he found them gone he hurried back to the school building and tried to dash into the burning building to save his little sister, Edna. The boy was in a serious condition at his home. When the alarm of fire spread through the building he left his seat in a room on the second floor and dashed towards the rear door downstairs. It was closed by the dead bodies of the pupils. The lad then ran into a room on the first floor, broke a window and escaped. Teacher Dies. At the bottom of what was the stairs of Lake View school lay the heap of little bones. For it was there almost every one of the 39 children in Miss Catherine Weiler's second grade on the second floor were killed and under them lay the larger skeleton of their teacher who lost her life in trying to save the little ones. Just before the fire was discovered children were singing one of their little songs. The windows were opened to let in the sunlight. No one smelled the smoke in the hall. Suddenly the school bells rang. ]\Iiss W'eiler rushed to the door. In an instant she had the little ones on their feet. Care- fully she marshaled them down the stairs, but the entrance was clogged. The first floor children were fighting to get through. There was no chance, except by the fire escape on the second floor. She tried to take them back. She pushed them — pulled them. They wouldn't go. She then threw them from the windows. She stood among them until the stairs fell and they were thrown into a heap at the bottom. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 43 Miss Anna Moran, principal, who was in her office on the second Hoor when the fire alarm rang in said : "I ran out into the hall and beheld the most pathetic sight my eyes have ever seen. The little children were marching past my door in perfect order, heads up and feet keeping time. "Their teachers were beside them, keeping the lines straight. The little ones were smiling and happy. "They thought it was a fire drill. "A moment later the vanguard reached the first floor. They saw the flames leaping up from the basement. They screamed, broke ranks and ran for the front door. It would not open. The mass turned to the rear door. It would not open and it was shut. "Those m front tried to open it but the ones in the rear pushed against them, and the little bodies were crushed to death. Others suffocated. It was too dreadful for words." Took Out Children. John Leffel, who lives near the school, tells of efforts to save the children piled up at the rear entrance. Leffel is 24. "I ran to the school when I saw the smoke. The rear en- trance, where the storm doors blocked up the arch, was heaped up with little bodies. "I seized the first children I could reach and dragged them out. "I was the first there. In a few moments tw^o or three other men were workmg by my side. "Some of the children seemed half suffocated. Some were unconscious. I did not stop to look. I seized them by the arms or legs or bodies and tossed them out behind. 'T guess there were others to pick them up and carry them 44 THE STORY OF THE FIRE out of the way. The flames were rushing upon us and I knew we had only a few moments left. "Some of the children were still piled up in the entrance when the heat and smoke drove us back from them." A. Hansrath, clothier, whose store was near the school, arrived when children were jumping from the windows. He caught three who jumped from windows of the second floor. Others were caught in the arms of two or three men who stood near him. When the flames were discovered the teachers, who seem to have acted with courage and self-possession and to have struggled heroically for the safety of their pupils, marshalled their little charges into columns for the "fire drill," which they had often practiced. Unfortunately the line of march in this exercise had always led to the front door, and the children had not been trained to seek any other exit. The fire came from a furnace, directly under this part of the building. When the children reached the foot of the stairs they found the flames close upon them, and so swift a rush was made for the door that in an instant a tightly packed mass of children was piled up against it. 200 Maddened Children. From that second none of those who were upon any portion of the first flight of stairs had a chance for their lives. The children at the foot of the stairs attempted to fight their way back to the floor above, while those who were coming down shoved them mercilessly back into the flames below. In an instant there was a frightful panic, with 250 pupils fighting for their lives. Several parents succeeded in getting hold of the out- THE STORY OF THE FIRE 45 stretched hands of their loved ones, but they could not break the grip that held them from behind. When the fire finally reached the prostrate mass, there was nothing to do save to take one last look. Death Fight is Heart Rending. The shrieks of the entrapped children, agonized, blood chil- ling cries, died away. There was a gurgle of sound — then quiet. For a few moments the rescuers were powerless to move, stunned into silence. Suddenly a grey haired man dropped to his knees in the mud. "Oh, God, what have we done to deserve this?" he moaned, with arms outstretched toward heaven. Women, bareheaded and breathless, came running across the fields. They sought their children. They had not yet reached the building when they saw the old man kneeling. As of with one thought they threw themselves down in the mud and prayed to God to spare their little ones. As the words rose the dull sound of the fire engine came back as if to mock them, and the hissing of the flames as if to sneer at their misery. When darkness fell Collinwood was bereft. Crushed and awed, it lay under a pall of sorrow. Here and there silent figures moved. The day of doom was nearing an end — there were no more tears left to shed, little more consolation feft to give. If the neighbors met it was not to say, "How sorry I am," but "How many have yovi lost?" Few the homes where death did not strike through relatives or friends. CHAPTER II. THE WAY OF ESCAPE BLOCKED. CHILDREN CROWD INTO PASSAGEWAY, WHERE THEY ARE DESTROYED. When the fear-maddened children first wedged into the passageway that led to safety they were all standing. But the others surged from behind and as those in front struggled to free themselves they fell. This continued until the passage was blocked to within a foot of the top. Only the faces of the children could be seen from the outside. Behind the human partition were scores of other children crowded against the barrier in a moaning huddle. Then the fire swept down upon them and they perished as their helpless and frantic parents looked on. An alarm had been turned in. and the news of the fire having spread through the village, fathers and mothers came rushing to the schoolhouse, screaming, smashing at the windows, hurling themselves against the doors, and as frequently being forced back by the intense heat which the flames threw off. There were but two fire engines in Collinwood and they proved practically useless. The ladder company was of no use, its ladders failing to reach the windows where the imperiled children were trembling on the brink. A frantic message was sent across the wires to Cleve- land: "Send help. Collinwood school is burning." And the crush at the door of the schoolhouse grew in its monstrous proportions, while the flames burned steadily THE STORY OF THE FIRE 47 on. It was here that dozens of acts of heroism were per- formed that shine out in the awfulness of the scene. Andrew Dorn, who lived in the neighborhood was early on the spot. He had a daughtef in the school. As he reached the door he staggered back in horror. In some way the door had been forced open a few inches - — just a few pitiable inches, through which nothing but a frail little child could thrust its hand. The man faced a score of these little hands, torn, mangled, bleeding, stretched out in mute supplication, while from behind there came the saddest chorus that man has ever heard. Dorn hurled himself against the door. Others joined him in the effort. The weight of a dozen men against the stout oak paneling sufficed only to move it an inch at a time, for behind it were the compact bodies of a hundred children upon whose slender bodies the flames were al- ready feeding. But they got it open finally, and among the mass of agonized faces that gazed beseechingly at Dorn was that of his own little daughter. With a maddened cry he plunged into the mass. Move it he could not, though his daughter's voice weakly ap- pealed to him. In his frenzy he seized hold of her arm and pulled and pulled. The flames were already upon them, and he succeeded only in pulling the child's arm from its socket. She fell back into the struggling mass, and he saw her no more. Dorn fled with a piercing shriek. Wallace Upton also had a child in the school. He was in the band of heroes with Dorn, and he remained there with the fire leaping over him until he was carried away with fearful burns. 48 THE STORY OF THE FIRE He did not know that he saved his child and with her eighteen others, whom he dragged from the mass of vic- tims, one at a time, and passed out to the eager helpers who thronged the place. All the while the Collinwood firemen were doing their best, and the frantic mothers and fathers and other rela- tives and friends of those in the burning building were dashing about practically helpless, praying for the appear- ance of the Cleveland fire fighters. By the windows above, when the wind would clear away the smoke temporarily, the faces of the children could be seen in a background of flames. Now and then one of them w^ould fall or leap out. Again there would be cries of "Hold on." Ambulances clanged up — scores of them, and automo- biles, wagons, carriages — all pressed into service to carry ofif the dead and injured as they were picked up from beneath the walls or dragged out of the mass that still struggled at the half-open doorway. The Lake Shore Railroad shops were shut down and the employes sent over to join in the work of rescue. Other employes followed suit. The flames were bursting from every opening in the building. Mothers and fathers who strove to rush into the building had to be restrained. One big man, his eyes glaring fiercely, broke away time after time and sought to enter the structure. "My kinder are there," he shouted. Bystanders finally had to throw him down and hold him to prevent him from going to his death. Still no ladder, no skill in fire fighting — and every min- ute meaning the loss of another human life. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 49 The second floor contained the rooms of Miss Catherine Vx'eiler, second grade teacher, who was crushed to death, JMiss Lulu Rowley, third grade; Miss Mary Gollmar, fourth grade, and Miss Anna Moran, principal and sixth grade teacher. The top floor contains an auditorium, an attic and the fifth grade, taught by Miss Laura Bodey. One fire escape de- scended from the auditorium down the north side of the building. Each of the rooms contained from thirty to forty children. Miss Fiske had forty-four, Miss Weiler thirty-nine. Miss Rose had the smallest children, those who started to school three weeks ago in the middle of the year. The heaviest losses came in the rooms of ]\Iiss Moran, the principal ; Miss Gollmar, Miss Rowley and Miss Lynn, Miss Fiske and Miss Weiler, where nearly three-fourths of the chil- dren perished. These were the children who attempted to get out by the fearful back stairway. The casualties were lowest among the youngest children on the first floor and Miss Bodey's whose pupils came down by the fire escape. Parents Hurry to School. Miss Rose Lynn and Miss Irvine started to lead their pupils out by the front entrance, but were driven back by the flames before more than half of them got away. Holding the little ones in check as much as they could, they led them back into the rooms, where they helped them from the windows. Neighbors and parents hurried to the school building, where they caught the pupils as they jumped. Heroic rescues and narrow escapes become commonplace, as the friends and par- ents fought for their little ones. 50 THE STORY OF THE FIRE On the second floor the teachers tried to take the children down the front and back stairways. Those who tried the first, liurried them to the back to find the passage blocked by hun- dreds of children, already beginning to mass and get blocked up. Then ensued the dramatic fight of the day, the children struggling for the back stairways, the teachers trying to con- trol them, and trying in vain. ]\Iiss Gollmar got a few of her pupils back into her room and got down the fire escape with them. The other teachers, except the two who were killed, got out that way. But the children, uncontrollable, jumped and threw them- selves over the stairways on the mass below. The pressure from behind carried all those ahead down to the first pit. The sea of children surged and beat and stormed against the doors below. With the first call of fire came a call for help and relief. Every ambulance company in Cleveland and Collinwood sent every available wagon to the fire. Inspector Rowe sent out a detail of police under Capt. Schmunk and Lieut. Doyle of the thirteenth precinct. When the fire gong sounded at the Lake Shore shops, the foremen ran into the shop crying: "The schoolhouse is on fire. Everyone who has any chil- dren drop his tools and run for the building." Cried, "Jump, Jump." Men and women tried to rush into the building to rescue the children, but were driven back. Others stood underneath windows and encouraged the little ones to jump to their arms. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 51 Finally the police established a fire line and began the work of rescue. As the flames receded from the rear end of the building they exposed a great charred mass. Around it were blackened rafters and ashes and charred wood. The ambulances lined up in a great semi-circle around the back of the building and the drivers assisted the firemen in recovering the bodies. While part of the workers shoveled away the debris, the others felt around in the water with their rubber boots for the bodies. As fast as they were found they were hoisted out and hurried to the temporary morgue. Fire Department Late. The alarm of fire was rung at 9 :45 o'clock in the morning. Twenty minutes, according to the accounts of those who were witnesses, elapsed before the department arrived. The equipment of the village fire department was one en- gine, one hose company and a small ladder truck and one team of horses. There were no regular firemen and only twenty volunteers. Other horses were impressed into service and the fire de- partment was sent to the schoolhouse. The chief of the local department, George C. Hammel, was at work in Cleveland at the time of the alarm. He arrived one hour later. When the fire department arrived firemen say that the pressure was too light to supply the two lines of hose. An alarm was sent in by a woman to engine house No. 7 in Cleveland. Chief W^allace was telephoned and he imme- diately ordered engine company No. 30 and a truck company to respond to the alarm, under the command of Battalion 52 THE STORY OF THE FIRE Chief Fallon. The first equipment to arrive from Cleveland was the engine, a hose cart and an auxiliary truck. Robert GalloTvay, an employee of the Lake Shore shops, who was present at the fire soon after its start, said that twenty minutes elapsed before any firemen were on the scene. John \\'arson was the first Collinwood fireman to mount a ladder. Smoke overcame him and he was taken down in a comatose condition by his comrades. "The outer doors at the back of the building were open, both of them, but one half of the double inner doors was closed," said Patrolman C. L. ^^^ohl, of the Collinwood de- partment. "The inner door was opened before the children became wedged in, how^ever. The narrow corridor is what caught them. "I rushed into the little outer halhvay with Mr. Down and attempted to pull some of the children out, but it was of no use. I couldn't move one of them. Three times I tried to get them, but the heat was too great. Into A Fiery Furnace. "I pulled my thick hat down over my ears, turned up my coat collar and went in again. It was terrible. The fire was coming out over the children in a solid wall. As I think of it now^ I can't remember hearing them scream, although I re- member the aw^ful pain reflected in their faces." "Miss Gollmar, a teacher, tried to rescue the children, too but I held her back. If I hadn't she, too, would have been burned." Wohl's hat was burned on the top where he had held his THE STORY OF THE FIRE 53 head down toward the fire, his coat was scorched, and his hands blistered, mute testimony to his unavailing bravery. Miss Pearl Lynn, teacher of the first grade on the first floor, had a narrow escape from death. She was among the few who were pulled from the heap at the foot of the rear stairs. Most of her pupils perished. "The fire gong sounded at exactly 9 :30 o'clock as the classes were changing," she said. "The children stood up at once, thinking it was simply for fire drill. I gave the order to march, but when the doors opened into the corridor, smoke rushed in. Rush for Rear Exit. "The children all ran for the rear exit. Children from the second floor were tumbling down the stairs and blocking the way. My children crowded into them and so did those from two other rooms on the first floor. Miss Rose's pupils were the only ones in the school who escaped through the front door. Flames shooting up from the basement shut ofif the rest and they all rushed to the rear. "I saw that one of the doors was shut and tried to get to It, but was borne down by children crushing from above. Miss Rose tried to unlatch the door but failed. Then Mr. Hirter, the janitor, came and forced it. I knew nothing after that un- til Mr. Dorn dragged me outside." Escapes with Coat. "I heard three bells. Then I got my coat, hat and rubbers, climbed out of the window to the fire escape, ran down one story and jumped." CHAPTER III. A MOTHER'S AGONY. MOTHER SAVES HER CHILD FOR A MOMENT, ONLY TO SEE HIM DIE. Across the street from the burning building lived Mrs. Clark Sprung. Her boy was in the school. When she arrived on the scene at one of the windows she saw the face of her son. He stretched out his arms for help. The mother ran across the street and secured a stepladder which she placed against the wall. Climbing up, she reached out and was barely able to catch the boy by his hair. With all her mother-strength she sought to drag him to safety, but at the moment of victory the fire conquered. It burned the boy's hair off in her hands and the lad fell back into the flames. Tragedies like these, acts of daring bravery, of sacrifice, abounded on every side, while the fire swiftly spread the pall of death over nearly every home in the village. Suddenly a shout of joy went up. The Cleveland fire fighters had been sighted, in the van the ladder wagon, with ladders that would reach those above. The driver was on his feet, lashing his horses into a mad gallop. A hundred frantic men and women rushed forward to meet it. They did not wait for the apparatus to stop. The ladders were dragged off and eager hands carried them forward, but — Again, in the hour of victory, the fire conquered. It had not been burning more than half an hour. There were still many precious lives that might be saved — they were THE STORY OF THE FIRE 55 in the windows above there, little ones, six years old, seven, eight, with arms outstretched. Ten minutes before there had been a chance. Now, as the rescuers were in the act of rearing up the ladders, there came an ominous roar, a burst of flame, a shower of sparks, and the floors of the building collapsed. Those who heard the wail — low, plaintive, yet piercing — will never get the terrible ring out of their ears. It was the requiem. It rose above the crack of flames, the crash of timbers. With it went all hope of saving any life that still remained in the building. Down there in the cellar the flames raged most fiercely. From the crowd came in response an echo of agony and despair. ]\Ien and women gathered about in weeping groups while the firemen poured water on the flames. Another hour and it was possible to begin work in the ruins with picks and delve in the blackened mass for the little ones in pinafores and Norfolks who three hours be- fore, kissing mamma good-bye, with "shining morning faces, had crept unwillingly to school." Firemen and employes from the Lake Shore shops turned morgue keepers. The railroad company turned over one of the buildings nearby to be used as a tem- porary morgue, and thither the charred and broken little bodies were removed as fast as they could be dug from the ruins. They were placed in rows in the railroad shop. Identifi- cations were made only by means of clothing or trinkets. The fire had swept away nearly all resemblance to human features in the majority of instances. A line of men was formed, backed by half a dozen 56 THE STORY OF THE FIRE ambulances. As the bodies were untangled from the debris they were passed along to the stretchers and thence to am- bulances. As fast as a load was obtained it was driven away to the improvised morgue, to be succeeded by another within a short time. The hour had come to count the cost of somebody's blunder — "ten at a time." The cost was reckoned in the lives of little children, and the first squad of ten fathers and mothers w'ere let through the big gate to the Lake Shore shops. The cost was tabulated neatly, ready for the counting — rows or rows of charred bodies wrapped in blankets and laid out on the floor of the warehouse. Ten at a Time Seek Dead. Ten fathers and mothers counted the cost, and their places were taken by ten more fathers and mothers, and ten more, and yet ten more, until the awful tale was told. By 4 o'clock 165 bodies had been brought to the warehouse, and many identified. But to go back a little while. The Lake Shore shops at Col- linwood have been called the model railroad shops of the world — the biggest and the best. Wednesday morning every department there was running smoothly m its accustomed groove. Word came that the schoolhouse had been burned down and that all or nearly all the children had died in the flames. At a signal every wheel in the model railroad shop stopped. And every superintendent and foreman of every department took advantage of the lull to make a short speech. They were all practically alike, and were as follows : THE STORY OF THE FIRE 57 "Men, the school is on fire. Some of you have children there. There will be no more work today." A machine shop foreman in overalls came running to the warehouse with a verification of the first reports. "Hardly a one got out alive," he said. "I just came from there. It's bad enough when grown folks die,, but when it's kids — yours and mine — little kids that were laughing and whispering and studying their lessons only an hour ago " He did not finish. Already order was taking the place of disorder. A master mind somewhere had taken command. The system that makes this the model shops was working with the same efficiency on a labor of humanity. A railroad shop contains everything a railroad can possibly need. And that means everything. It even means stretchers and sheets and blankets, for railroads have their share of dis- asters. And it was providential that these things were to be had and that a master mind was there to order their distribution. The company's physician, Dr. Williams, was among the first at the fire. He ordered the removal of the bodies from the smoking embers to the warehouse. Ambulances Busy at Grewsome Task. The ambtilances galloped back and forth until their horses were white with lather. The bodies were laid in rows on the ground floor, between the shelves and heaps of castings, and covered with blankets. A railroad man was given charge of each row. On the sec- ond floor a temporary hospital had been established, with four nurses. Then when everything was in readiness, the word was given to the gate tender. 58 THE STORY OF THE FIRE And ten at a time they came, while the great crowd with- out pressed their white faces against the pickets and waited. There was an escort at the gate to take them to the ware- house. They entered by a certain door. The escort changed, and they inspected first this row, next that one, and so on, to the last body in the last row. They went out by another door and through the gate, and ten more came. With them went men who checked off names on lists, and when a body was identified it was covered with a white sheet. By night time there were more white sheets than blankets. And so the cost was counted. A woman came, wild eyed and breathless. She all but stumbled over a body. The row stretched from wall to wall. She steadied herself and w^ent resolutely to the task. Shuddering, she passed from form to form, until she came to the next to the last. A suspender buckle glistened in a mold of burned cloth. First Victim to be Identified. Voiceless, she bent and picked it up and kissed it. And the name, "Mills Thompson." was checked off the list. Another woman came. "That's Flenry's sweater," she said, and a check mark was placed after the name of Henry Schultz, nine. They would have led her away, for there were grew- some sights that were not good to see, but she said : "That's only one," and went on looking^ A man came, leading a little girl by the hand. The man walked with averted face. "I dare not look." he said. But the little daughter was braver. The search was long, and the child's face was white and drawn when it was finished and she said to her father: THE STORY OF THE FIRE 59 ■'This is Irene's skirt, daddy." And Irene Davis, fifteen, was numbered among the iden- tified. The identification was made by her younger sister, Helen. The work of identification was necessarily slow. In rare cases were the faces of the dead recognizable. The identity of most could be told only by the clothing, and perhaps a dozen bodies were nothing but charred flesh and bone. An aged Polish woman searched for her dead boy. In her haste she brushed others aside. "Leave me alone," she said. "Do you think I would not know my boy?" Woman Keeps Courage to End. So they left her alone until they found her crouched at the feet of a blackened and shapeless thing that once had been a boy of ten. On its breast lay a silver watch. The woman knew the watch, because it had been her husband's, who was dead. It had gone to the boy as a legacy. She moaned and shivered on the floor. Another woman, cast, perhaps, in a different mold, marched unfalteringly along the rows of bodies. Her husband followed her. In his eyes were tears ; in hers none. Both were well and fashionably dressed. Presently she halted and pointed with a gloved hand. The man nodded miserably. The woman, in the calmest of voices, instructed an undertaker concerning the disposition of her son's body. Her face was expressionless and stony. "Come on," she said, and turned away, followed by her husband. But when they reached the outer air she fainted dead away. CHAPTER IV. IN THE DEATH STRUGGLE. VICTIMS TRAMPLE COMRADES TO DEATH IN VAIN EFFORTS TO ESCAPE. Walter C. Kelley, a newspaper man, two of whose chil- dren were in the building, was one of the first upon the scene. He said the rear door, one of the two exits, was locked. The children rushed for the front and rear doors. The front exit soon was jammed full of fighting and panic- stricken children. Many who reached the exit first escaped, but those, the greater number, who followed choked the doorway. Those who fell were trampled upon, and many were killed in this manner. Those behind turned and made for the windows. Some upon the second and third floors jumped from the windows and escaped. In this way three or four were killed while others were more fortunate and escaped WMth slight injuries. The greater number of those who met death were cut off from escape by the smoke, which blinded them. Caught like rats in this manner, they fell with the lower floor, amid the blazing timbers, to the basement below. There the little bodies could be seen writhing in their last death struggle. A few minutes after alarm was given the school was surrounded by fathers and mothers, who were frantic in their dazed efforts to rescue their children. Very few THE STORY OF THE FIRE bl were saved from among the children who were behind the jam at the front door. The others escaped with slight injuries. The fire from the basement, in addition to filling the schoolrooms with smoke, which caused the first alarm, leaped up the stairway to the first, second and third floors. When the children rushed from their rooms to the hall- ways they rushed into a fiery furnace. It was in the hall- ways and at the main exits where the greatest number met death. The hallways were narrow and could not accommodate the large number that attempted to rush through them to reach the main door. Three little girls met instant death in attempting to jump to safety from the third floor of the burning build- ing. They were ]\Iary Ridgewa}^ Anna Roth and Ger- trude Davis. The greatest loss of life was caused by one of the exits being closed, to wdiich point scores of the children rushed. Their escape was blocked by a door that is, it is charged, opened inward. In this manner they were delayed in reaching the other door and windows. It is believed that as a result of this stampede alone scores of children lost their lives. After the fire had been somewhat reduced piles of charred little bodies were still visible in the doorways. In the rear door bodies burned beyond recognition lay piled five feet deep. A man who reached the school building shortly after the fire broke out declared that the back door was locked. He attempted to break down the door, but failed to do so. He then smashed in the windows with the aid of 62 THE STORY OF THE FIRE other men and rescued a number of children by dragging them out. The flames shot up throusj^h the central halls with terrible rapidity. The children were terrified beyond all control and the teachers, although they struggled bravely to marshal their charges out of the building in something like order, were utterly helpless. Those who were familiar with the building and were early on the scene'believe that most of the loss of life was due to the fact that all of the rooms were dismissed at once. Pupils pouring down the stairs made for the doorways, al- ready full of children escaping from the lower floors. The exits were soon choked. The desperate ones behind pushed and struggled for their lives, driving the human wedges the tighter in place. Persons living across the street, who were the first to reach the burning building, said the lower halls were already filled with flames when they arrived. Thev helped out such children as they could reach, but were forced to see many beyond their aid perish miserably. The doors and windows were packed with terrified little ones, whose panic left them helpless to escape. Man\- children descended the fire escapes, but feared to jump on reaching the bottom. They were pulled down to make room for others. "As long as T live I will remember the terrible scene that confronted me. the despairing little children, arms out- stretched, begging for protection from the awful wall of fire that was sweeping down on them," declared Mrs. W^alter C. Kelly, as she turned, heartbroken, from the long line of dead THE STORY OF THE FIRE 63 at the improvised morgue, where she and her husband were searching for the bodies of two of their children. Mrs. Kelly was on her way to Willoughby with a contractor, where Mr. and Mrs. Kelly intended building a summer bunga- low. Mr. Kelly, who is marine editor of the Cleveland Leader, recently moved into Collinwood and their children had not been attending the school long. As Mrs. Kelly was about to cross Collamer avenue a little girl rushed up to her. "'Fire, school fire," was all the breathless and frightened little one could say. Sees Smoke Arising. "I looked back at the school house," said Mrs. Kelly, "and saw smoke, and knowing my little ones were in danger I ran to the building and joined a frantic and screaming crowd of men and women at the rear of the building who were trying to rescue some of the pupils. I pushed my way to the front and found children jammed in a mass in front of the door. There they stood, arms outstretched, the flames beating down upon their heads and swirling about their bodies. "They were silent, most of them. The heat had become so intense when I arrived that they were stifling and their agon- ized screams were stilled. The outside doors of the vestibule were wide open, but the inner doors were closed. "The panels had been broken out and we could reach through and seize the children. Children Piled Up. "The lower part of the doors were intact and behind them, piled up almost breast-high, were the children. "It was terrible to think that we could reach them with our hands and yet were unable to drag any of them out. 64 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "The little ones looked up into our faces and the mute appeal and agony expressed in their countenances I never will forget. "I seized one little girl by the hands and pulled. Her hands were blistered and burned and presented the appearance of raw beefsteak. "I exerted all my strength, but she was wedged so fast in the mass of children that her flesh slipped through my hands. "Despite every effort those who were frantically trying to rescue the children failed utterly. Couldn't See Her Own Boy. "The hair of most of the children was burned off, their clothes were afire ; their faces, upturned, were glazed over by the furious blast of flame which poured over their heads, and, with hearts wrung with agony, we were forced back from the door and stood idly by as the little ones perished. "It was awful, a terrible sight. I knew that while T stood there trving ineffectually to aid the doomed tots my Richard was there. I could not see him. but I am sure he saw me." Late in the afternoon ]\Ir. and Mrs. Kelly identified the body of Walter C. Kelly. Jr.. seven years old. The body of the older boy, Richard Dewey Kelly, ten years old. also was found at the morgue. Of their three children only the youngest, Gilbert, too young to attend school, survives. Breaks News To Wife. John Leonard walked homeward from the Lake Shore morgue where on a stretcher, among the dead, lay his two little ones. His step was slow and tears coursed down his cheek. He was thinking how he could break the news to his wife. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 65 "She has a weak heart," he sobbed. "It may kill her." As he neared the house he forced a smile. Three little nieces came to meet him. "Where's Louise?" asked a 5-year-old. Leonard lost his self-control and burst into tears. He mounted the steps. "They're dead — my babies are dead," he cried. Mrs. Leonard screamed and fell fainting into her husband's arms. With a wild cry, Leonard reeled, and, his wife in his arms, fell to the floor. He, too, had fainted. All The Teachers Heroines. There were nine teachers in the Lakeview school. Two of them died with their children. They were Miss Katherine Weiler, 2217 East 81st street, and Miss Grace Fiske, Orville avenue, Cleveland. Miss Fiske died among the first, shielding the little six-year- old first grade pupils in her charge from the flames. Her room was burned first of all. Some of the children escaped through the window, and she could have done so, but insisted on waiting until her charges, or some of them, could be saved. Sacrifices Her Own Life, Miss Weiler deliberately plunged into the struggling mass of children on the stairway, though she knew the way to safety, and rendered up her life in exchange for the safety of a score of little ones, whom she bodily hurled back toward the fire escape, down which they fled. The last seen of her was, as her clothing blazed, she re- peated : ^ THE STORY OF THE FIRE "Quiet, children, quiet : go back to the fire escape." Then she died. Miss Pearl Lynn, another teacher, was pulled from beneath the mass of children by Patrolman Wahl, and carried away un- conscious. Miss Ethel Rose, teacher, saved all but three of her Z7 pupils, and escaped herself. Loses Half Her Flock. Miss Ruby Irwin lost half of her flock. She ordered them to rush through the flames to the front doorway. Those who refused stayed back — and died. All who fol- lowed her escaped unscathed. Her judgment had been good. Misses Moran. Gollmar and Rowley escaped through the windows of their rooms. Miss Laura Bodey alone maintained the order of the fire- drill, and standing on the fire escape, after flight through the halls was rendered impossible, lifted her children to safety. Only five or six of hers perished, and those broke from the lines and leaped into the death-trap at the foot of the stairs. "We had been having fire drills about once every month," said Miss Lulu Rowley, one of the teachers. "The children knew the signal well ; so when the gong sounded Wednesday in my room on the second floor, the pupils all closed their geographies and stood up. "I ordered a child at a desk in the rear of the room to open the door. It was when smoke poured into the room that I realized that this was more serious than our ordinary fire drills. "I was standing in the middle of the room at the time, help- THE STORY OF THE FIRE 67 ing one of the pupils with her work. Despite my caution to keep quiet, some of the children started to cry 'fire.' Immedi- ately there was a rush for the door. "At the foot of the stairs the passage through the front door was cut off by the flames. The other entrance in the rear was jammed shut with children from the other rooms who had left their rooms earlier than those in mine. "I called to my class to file into one of the rooms on the first floor. Only a few obeyed, and these I lifted to the windows. Even then some of them would not jump until I pushed them. "I ran back into the hall to call more children. By this time the smoke was so dense that I could not see 10 feet before me. Only A Few Obey. "Most of my pupils are foreigners. I always found them more obedient than the American children, but they were too panic-stricken to mind me. They rushed headlong at the back door. They could not get through. "Seemg that I could not save any more, I jumped through one of the back windows.. "At our last fire drill three weeks ago, the children in my room filed out of the building in about a minute. But with the front door cut off by flames, it was impossible to follow our usual drill." CHAPTER V. PARENTS UNABLE TO SAVE. FATHERS AND MOTHERS PRAY AND CURSE AS THEIR CHILDREN PERISH. Fearful scenes were enacted while the schoolhouse burned. Fathers and mothers raved, cursed or prayed. Many tried to break through the crowd and some got so far as to dash toward the flaming doorways. A big man in overalls and jumper was restrained by force. Explain- ing in broken English that his "babies" were in the build- ing he struggled desperately with the three men who held him. Finally they threw him to the ground and sat on him, forcing his great form down in the ankle-deep mud. The building was destroyed, only the outside brick walls remaining standing. The floors and roof fell into the interior early in the fire, making the rescue of bodies intact absolutely hopeless. As soon as firemen and volunteers could get close enough attempts were made to pluck bodies from the death heaps at the doors. It was found that the flames had practically incinerated the bodies. Firemen with rakes, forks and shovels turned up blackened bones, little blackened skulls and masses of charred flesh, but bodies recognizable as such were no longer to be found. The fire had swept away nearly all resemblance to hu- man features in the majority of instances. Distracted par- THE STORY OF THE FIRE 69 ents soon began to gather and the work of identification of the blackened and mangled corpses began. The task of taking out the blackened bodies was one of horror. A line of rescuers was formed, backed by half a dozen ambulances. As the bodies were drawn from the debris they were passed along to the stretchers and thence loaded in the ambulances. Mercifully covered with blankets, the pitiful sights were veiled from the crowd of curious that stretched about the entrance to the structure. As fast as a load was obtained it was driven away to the improvised morgue, to be succeeded by another within a short time. The sights of the human charnel house caused the men delving into the mass of burned flesh to hesitate, but the work had to be done and done quickly, so their feelings had to be smothered for the time being as they tenderly handled all that was mortal of the little ones. At the temporary morgue in the Lake Shore shop the scenes increased fourfold in the intensity of human suf- fering as fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters passed up and down the lines formed of scores of corpses. To facilitate identification the bodies were numbered as they were received at the morgue. After the bodies had been taken to the temporary morgue they were laid in rows of ten. The first identification was that of Nels Thompson, a boy who was identified by his mother, who knew his sus- pender buckle, Henry Schultz, nine years old, was known only by a 70 THE STORY OF THE FIRE fragment of his sweater, his face having been trampled into nothing. The third identification was that of Irene Davis, fifteen years old, whose little sister pointed out a fragment of her skirt. Among those who sought vainly through the morgue for their children was Mrs. John Phillis of Polar street, whose fifteen-year-old daughter was among the dead. Her attention was called to the fire by her four-year-old son, who called her to come to the window, ''and see the children playing on the fire escape.", Mrs. Phillis ran to the schoolhouse and found her daughter among those penned in around the front door. She took hold of her hands, but could not pull her out. "I reached in and stroked her head," said Mrs. Phillis, "trying to keep the fire from burning her hair. I stayed there and pulled at her and tried to keep the fire away from her till a heavy piece of glass fell on me, cutting my hand nearly off. Then I fell back and my girl died before my eyes." Dale Clark, eight years old, was identified by a little pink bordered handkerchief, in which he had wrapped a new, bright green marble. The body of Russell Newberry, nine years old, was made known by a fragment of a watch chain. Hugh Mcllrath, ten years old, who was killed in the fire, was the son of Charles G. Mcllrath, chief of the Collinwood police. He lost his life in the effort to save a number of smaller children. When Chief Mcllrath reached the burning building he saw his son leading a crowd of younger children down the fire escape. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 71 From the bottom of the escape to the ground was a long leap, and the children refused to take it, in spite of young Mcllrath's efforts. Some of them turned back into the building, and young Mcllrath hastened after them to induce them to come out again, but was caught by the flames before he could do so himself. Glenn Sanderson, a boy of twelve, met his death in plain view of a large crowd which was utterly unable to help him. He was on the third floor, in the school auditorium, in which were a number of pieces of scenery. The floor beneath him was on fire, and young Sander- son swung from one piece of scenery to another, trying to reach the fire escape. He managed to cross the stage about half wayj when he missed his grasp and fell into the fire. % 'In A ' ;W' ' '*i* : . U uZt^2--'^ CHAPTER VI. THE TERRIBLE STORY. STRONG MEN WEEP AS THEY TELL HOW THEIR CHILDREN DIED. A father stood on the street in Collinwood after the fire and told a neighbor how his little girl, nine years old, was burned to death. He told how she had helped her mother with the break- fast dishes. He told how she had laughed and waved her hand to him as she skipped off down the street for school on the fatal Wednesday. He told how she looked when they got her out, her poor little body charred by flames, twisted in agony. He laid his face in the arm of his shabby overcoat and sobbed. The word "Wednesday," marking the day when scores of children had died in the flames of their school, merely startled those whom the fire did not leave stricken and hysterical or dazed. Realization of the horror came in the plain, heartrend- ing stories that passed from man to man in the streets and from one home to another. It was learned then how some little boy, the snub-nosed youngster who passed the house every morning rattling a stick against the fence pickets, met death ; how he was taken out with his little legs twisted, stiffened, charred, his arm thrown up across his burned and blackened face. A hush of pity fell. The silence of death, an awful, wholesale death of little children lies upon the town. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 73 One story is that of an unknown little girl among the many heaped up against the closed rear door. The flames were at her back when she pressed her face to the crack of the door and pleaded: "Mister, help me out." William Davis, aged twenty-four, 615 Westropp ave- nue, could hear her. He threw his weight against the door and tried to force it open, back through the piled-up bodies. She could almost touch him. Her face was to the crack. Her hair was scorching. Her baby hands reached out pleading, "Mister, help me." Something fell from above on Davis' head and stunned him. Before others could reach the child she had fallen back among the dead. Whose little girl? No one could answer this question. To every stricken parent, to every one whose child was saved, to all who heard this story, the thought occurred: "Suppose my child was at that door reaching out and pleading, 'Mister, help me !' " At almost every other house along the streets white ribbons fluttered from the door-knobs. At one house three bows of white marked the number of the dead. At the table there at noon a father sat silent, with eyes staring ahead, and saw nothing. The food be- fore him lay untasted. At the side of the table were their chairs — three ; in a corner, the skates of the young boy ; on a rack behind the door hung the cap and cloak of his little girl — all dead. In the man's toil-roughened hands lay a sheet of paper with figures penciled over it. At the top was the name in a slow, rounded hand, Alice. 74 THE STORY OF THE FIRE The night before she sat by him at the table when the supper dishes were cleared away. He helped her with her lesson. It was a hard lesson for the little girl. He thought how pleased she had been when they got it right at last. He thought how she looked when she sleepily kissed him goodnight and went upstairs to bed. He thought of how she looked that last morning when she started to school. Slowly, while his eyes were still staring straight ahead, he folded the bit of paper that had been his little girl's and laid it away in his pocket. The baby in his high chair pounded the tray with his spoon. "Papa," baby cried in childish prattle. "Papa, when's Alice coming home?" The man could not speak. Tears rolled down his fur- rowed cheeks. He hid his face in his arms on the table and sobbed aloud, his shoulders shaking. In the front room the bodies lay side by side. And there beside them, crying, the mother knelt. They two, to- gether at the morgue, had claimed their dead. They passed along the long lines of charred, twisted little bodies. The mother pitched forward fainting when they at last found their third. Just across the street from the burned school was a little candy and school supply store. It was closed. In the windows lay displayed the slate pencils, rulers, tops, marbles, balls and chocolate rats, licorice sticks and all- day suckers — things for which children spend their pen- nies. Such things as these fell from the pockets of charred THE STORY OF THE FIRE 75 clothes at the orgue when the bodies were lifted for re- moval. It was school time at 8:30 a. m. Thursday. BUT THERE WAS NO SCHOOL IN COLLINWOOD. At the regular hour children came out on the streets. Habit or fascination drew them to the ruins, where their playmates had perished. Fights Fire as Son Dies. The fire had its tragedy for Charles G. Mcllrath, chief of the Collinwood police force. He was one of the first to arrive at the burning building. He was at the police station when the fire broke out and received the first news of the fire over the telephone. As soon as he turned in the alarm he jumped into a passing wagon and ordered the driver to rush him to the school building. The flames had gained considerable headway, however, be- fore he arrived and the heat was so intense that he was un- able to enter the building where his three children, Hugh, fourteen ; Benson, seven, and Viola May, nine, were at school. A large number of children ha*d made their escape from the building, but he did not know whether his children were alive or dead. Duty came before everything else. He had to take charge of the police force and he had no time to examine the bodies as they were carried from the building. For six hours he remained at the building keeping the crowd back and answering the questions of hundreds of anx- ious fathers and mothers. His stolid face did not betray his anxious heart and only when pressed did he say that he feared that his children were lost. During the afternoon he learned that his daughter Viola 76 THE STORY OF THE FIRE May and his son Benson were safe. His eldest son was still missing, but he was unable to search for him until 6 o'clock. Then he hurried to the Lake Shore shops, where the dead bodies were taken, and after a long, nerve racking search he found the body of his son. Finds Dead Son. "It's Hughie," was all he said. Brushing back the tears that welled into his eyes he hurried back to the ruins of the charnel house and remained on duty until far into the night. Frank J. Dorn, a member of the school board and chairman of its building committee, was in the kitchen of his home wdien the school bell gave the alarm. \\^ithout waiting to put on his hat or coat, he ran to the building. He and Charles \\all, a special policeman, were among the first to reach the building. The children had begun to fall at the rear door. Together they dragged many to safety, among them Miss Pearl Lynn, a teacher in the first grade, who had fallen and was being trampled under foot by the excited scholars. "The fire had not much headwav when we reached the school," said Frank Dorn. "The flames were burning in the front part of the hall and had shut ofif escape from that way, but the rear entrance was still free and the children were pouring out. "One child fell and the others, mad with the panic, and borne on by the force of those behind them, fell over their prostrate companions. One of these was Miss Lynn. She was nearly unconscious when we got her into the open air and her clothing was badly burned. "I could see my little girl in the rear of the crowd. She was with Blanch ^Mcllrath, Chief IMcIlrath's daughter. I called to THE STORY OF THE FIRE 17 them to come on and I would pull them over the heap of chil- dren. I saw them turn and go up the stairway. That was the last I saw of my girl. Blanch Mcllrath was saved. ]\Iy little one is dead." Ten-year-old Mildred Schmitt, her skirts in flames to the knees, ran screaming from the building. Someone in the crowd smothered the flames, but not until the little form was blistered and blackened. "Papa, papa," moaned the child, and breaking his way through to her, the father sprang to her side just as she was being placed in an ambulance. Her mother had fainted at sight of the child's agony. "You'll go with me, won't you, papa?" the little girl moaned. "Yes, right with you," said the father, choking down his sobs. Mildred was taken to Glenville hospital, where sht died a few hours later.- Face and Hands Blistered. Henry Ellis, 4613 Westropp avenue, Collinwood, a real es- tate man, was one of the first to reach the doomed building. He was aroused by a boy running down the street and crying "Fire." With L. E. Cross, superintendent of the Lake Shore roundhouse, he ran to the scene. Together they attempted to rescue some of the children, jammed in at the rear dooi. Ellis remained at his post till his face and hands w^ere blistered. "It was the most heartrending sight I ever saw," said Ellis, his hands swathed in cotton. "When I reached the school the smoke was pouring from the first and second story windows. The front door appeared to be closed, and behind it I could see the flames coming through the floor. "Cross and I went to the rear. Back of the open door was 78 THE STORY OF THE FIRE the most pitiful sight I ever saw. The memory of it I will carry to my grave. "There they lay, five or six deep in the open door. They had almost reached a place of safety, and, rvmning down the stairs, had evidently fallen over the forms of their prostrate com- panions. Back of them were other children. The fire had already reached them. I could see over the mass before me ; the flames caught first one and then another. "The fire was creeping up on the children in the rear. I saw one girl, who could not have been more than ten or ^welve, protect her little brother, who was not more than six years of age. He cried for help and clung to her hand. She com- forted him and covered his head with a shawl she was wear- ing. Flames Near Children. "The flames were growing closer, and the moans of the children mingled with the creaking of the fire. The little girl drew her brother nearer to her. She saw that there was no help. Together they knelt down on the floor. That was the last I saw. The fire caught them after that. "Cross and myself and others worked at the rear door. The children were lying in a heap on the floor and when I first came there I thought it would be no task at all to get most of them out. "After we had attempted to release the first girl we saw what was before us. They were crowded in, one on top of the other, as a cord of wood is piled up. It was impossible to move them. We succeeded in saving a few who were nearer the top, but that was all. "The children, and they were mostly girls, were patient. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 79 They did not cry out for help. We worked as rapidly as we could. We would grasp a child by the arms and strive to disengage him from the compact mass. In most cases it was impossible. "The fire swept on through the hall. It sprang from one child to another, catching in their hair and on the girls' dresses. The cries of those in the rear were heartrending." When the first rumor of disaster reached Mrs. Mary Lau- bish, of Kent street, she rushed from her home bareheaded. Over the frozen pavement she flew, slipping, panting, fall- ing, still running on. Her sole thought was for her only boy, Clarence, ten years old, a bright fourth grade pupil. The woman dashed into the press of the people before the burning building. "My boy," she said imploringly. "Where is Clarence?" Before bystanders could speak her question was answered. The boy, alive and uninjured, rushed into her arms. Fainting with the excess of joy the mother sank to the ground and had to be carried away. At the first alarm Clarence had run to a second story win- dow and jumped. He escaped without a scratch. Depicts the Horror. Miss Colmar said: "It was awful. I can see the wee things in my room holding out their tiny arms and crying to me to help them. Their voices are ringing in my ears yet, and I shall never forget them. When the alarm gong rang I started the pupils to marching from the building. When we started down the front stairs we were met by a solid wall of flame and clouds of dense smoke. We retreated, and when we turned the children became panic stricken and I could not 80 THE STORY OF THE FIRE do anything with them. They became jammed in the narrow stairway and I knew that the only thing for me to do was to get around to the rear door, I suppose, and help those who were near the entrance. When I got there, after climbing out of a window, I found the children so crowded in the narrow passageway that I could not pull even one of them out. "Those behind pushed forward, and as I stood there the little ones piled up on one another. Those who could stretched out their arms to me and cried for me to help them. I tried with all my might to pull themjDut and stayed there until the flames drove me away." Tells of Horror. Another teacher, Miss Pearl Lynn, narrowly escaped death- She was carried toward the rear entrance by the rush of the panic-stricken pupils, and fell at the bottom of the stairs, with numbers of the children on top of her. She lay unable to rise because of the weight of the bodies upon her. She was dragged from the mass of dead children just in time to save her own life. One of the scenes of supreme horror that attended the fire occurred at the rear doorway of the building before the fire- men arrived. This door is said to have been closed and some say that it was locked. The children were piled up high against it, and when it finally was broken down, by those out- side, and because of the fire that had partly burned and weak- ened it, the women who had gathered on the outside saw be- fore them a mass of white faces and struggling bodies. The flames swept over the babes while the women stood helpless, unable to lift a hand to aid the children. ]\Iany of the women were unable to withstand the sight and dropped fainting to the ground. CHAPTER VII. EFFORT TO RESCUE CHILDREN. SUPREME MOMENT OF HORROR— DOOR TO SAFETY IS CLOSED. One of the scenes of supreme horror that attended the fire occurred at the rear doorway of the building before the firemen arrived. This door, like the one in front, opened inward, and it was locked. The children were piled up high against it, and when it finally was broken down by their weight and because of the fire that had partly burned and weakened it the women who had gathered on the outside saw before them a mass of white faces and struggling bodies. The flames swept over the aisle while the women stood helpless, unable to lift a hand to aid the children. Many of the women were unable to withstand the sight and dropped fainting to the ground. The fire department was late in reaching the building, and when it came the apparatus was inadequate, and the men were volunteers, there being no paid fire department in the suburb. The water pressure was not sufficiently strong to send a stream to the second story windows. Moreover, the firemen had no ladder that would reach to the third floor. The volunteers did what they could, but within a few moments after their arrival the task was one for ambu- lances alone. The police were utterly unable, through lack of num- bers, to keep away the crowd that pressed upon them, and 82 THE STORY OF THE FIRE the situation soon became so serious that a number of the more cool headed men in the throng took it upon them- selves to aid in fighting back the crowd, while others worked to help the firemen and the police. The flames had spread with such terrific rapidity that within thirty minutes from the time the fire was discov- ered the schoolhouse was nothing but blackened walls surrounding a cellar filled with corpses and debris. The firemen dashed into the blazing wreckage, and worked in the most frantic manner w:th the hope of sav- ing a few more lives. They were unsuccessful, for none was taken alive from the ruins after the floors collapsed. Fragments of incinerated limbs, skulls, and bones were found almost at every turn, and these things were piled together in a little heap at one side of the building. George Getzien, superintendent of the Collinwood Tele- phone Company, was in his buggy fewer than 200 feet distant from the school when he saw the fire eat its way through the front of the building. In relating his experi- ence he said : "I went to the rear door and tried to force an entrance. Aided by Policeman Charles Wall, we managed to get in, but both of us were driven out by the fire. "There were no children near the door at that time, as I remember it. We ran around to the front door, but could not force it open. j\Iy opinion is that it opened inward. The fire was so hot that within fifteen minutes after I saw the flames we could not remain near the building." Henry Ellis, real estate dealer, was one of the first to reach the building. \\'ith him was L. E. Cross, foreman of the Lake Shore and Michigan Southern roundhouse. Together they attempted to rescue some of the children THE STORY OF THE FIRE 83 jammed at the rear door, and Ellis remained at the work until his hands and face were badly burned. "When I reached the school," he said, "the front door was closed, and below it I could see the flames coming through the floor. "We knew we could save none of the children there, so Cross and I went to the rear. The door had been broken open and the children lay five or six deep, the fire had already reached them, and I could see the flames catch first one and then another. "I saw one girl, who could not have been more than ten or twelve years old, protect her little brother, who was not more than six. He cried for help and clung to her hand. "She encouraged him and covered his head with a shawl she was wearing to keep the flames away. The fire caught them in a minute and both were killed. "Cross and I thought that the work of getting the chil- dren out would be easy, but when we attempted to release the first one we found it was almost impossible to move them at all. "We succeeded in saving a few who were near the top, but that was all we could do. The fire swept through the hall, springing from one child to another, catching in their hair and on the dresses of the girls. Their cries were fearful to hear." From the upper floors of the school building two stair- ways offered exit. One of these led to the door in front, the other to the door in the rear. It was in this last place that the lives of the little ones were lost while would-be rescuers stood helpless. The scenes that were enacted in the front hall never will be known. 84 THE STORY OF THE FIRE The door at this side of the building never was fully- opened. But a dense pile of little bodies that lay in the l)lackened wreckage beneath this point, the feet, the hands, the limbs and the skulls that were scattered about formed a complete index to the horrors that had taken place. Crowding in among the first rescuers at the fire came the mothers. Some of them could see their children in the crowd. The children who had been keeping up an incessant monotonous scream, shrieked louder at the sight of their mothers. A few of the women stood close to the stairway holding the hands of the little ones until the flames drove them away. When the fire forced the mothers to leave their chil- dren they stood about for the most part wailing and clasp- ing their hands. A few hurled stones through the windows in the hope that the crash of breaking glass would suggest to the chil- dren a possible avenue of escape. CHAPTER VIII. A FIRE TRAP. SCHOOL BUILDING INADEQUATE TO ACCOM- MODATE ALL THE PUPILS. The Lake View School of North Collinwood was a brick structure, 2^^ stories in height. Under the stair- way in the basement in front of the building was located the furnace. Owing to the mild weather there was less fire than usual. On the first floor four rooms were in use when the fire broke out. The children on this floor, with few excep- tions, escaped. They believed the ringing of the fire gong was the usual fire signal and marched out in order. The pupils on the second and third floors became panic-stricken and rushed to death. Singular lack of foresight was shown in the construction of the school building, for it was provided with but nar- row halls; and the covered fire escapes on the outside, cus- tomary on school buildings, had never been installed. The school was overcrowded and quarters had been provided for the younger children in the attic. Strange as it may seem, more of the pupils escaped from this part of the schoolhouse than from any other. The children were under good discipline, they had beerr practiced frequently in the fire drill, their teachers with- out exception retained their self-possession, showing great courage in the face of imminent death, and vet more 86 THE STORY OF THE FIRE than half of these little ones died horribly because of faulty building arrangements. Inside the building was a shell, which burned with al- most inconceivable rapidity. The entire interior was a mass of smoking ruins lying in the cellar within thirty minutes after the alarm of fire was sounded. There was but one fire escape, and that was in the rear of the building. There were but two stairways, one lead- ing to a door in front and the other to a door in the rear. There were in the building at the time the fire was dis- covered between 310 and 325 pupils. They were under the control of nine teachers, all but two of whom escaped. All of the victims were between the ages of six and fifteen years. The school contained between 310 and 325 pupils, and of this entire number only about eighty left, the building unhurt. When the teachers were informed of the existence jf the fire they promptly formed the pupils in columns of march, according to the fire drill, which they had so fre- quently practiced, and started them for the door. They had trained the children to march always toward the door in front and instinctively the columns headed that way and the children unknowingly were by their teachers literally marched into the very face of death. When the head of the column was nearing the front door a rush of flames met it. Some of the children dashed at the door in the efifort to open it, while others turned and fled wildly up the stairs. The door was double and one side was held by a spring. The column above knowing nothing of the fire on the stairs below, kept pressing dcwn and within a few seconds there was a jam, panic and struggle on the stairway and THE STORY OF THE FIRE 87 behind the half-closed front door that nothing could stop and which cost the lives of all who were caught within it. As soon as the alarm was given in North Collinwood Mrs. W. C. Kelley ran from her home, which is not far from the schoolhouse, to the burning building. The front portion of the structure was a mass of flames, and frenzied, by the screams of the fighting and dying chil- dren which reached them from the death trap at the foot of the first flight of stairs, and behind that closed door, Mrs. Kelley ran to the rear, hoping to effect an entrance there, and save her children. She was joined by a man whose name is not known, and the two of them tugged and pulled frantically at the door. They were unable to move it in the slightest, and there was nothing at hand by which they could hope to break it down. In utter despair of saving any of the children, they turned their attention to the windows, and by smashing some of these they managed to save a few of the pupils. "They could have saved many more," said Mrs. Kelley, **if the door had not been locked. Nobody knows how many of the children might have made their way out be- fore any aid had reached there, if the door had not been locked. "If half a dozen men had been there- when I arrived at the schoolhouse, perhaps they might have broken down the door, but I could do nothing, and the flames spread so rapidly that it was all over in a few minutes." Those who survived the terrible catastrophe had heart- felt praise for the heroism of some of the women teachers in their efforts to save the children from death, especially Miss Catherine Weiler, who lost her life, and Miss Grace 88 THE STORY OF THE FIRE Fiske, who labored with almost superhuman efforts to save the pupils under her care. She was badly injured. Miss Weiler's body, covered by a huge pile of her dead scholars, was found just inside the rear door, through which a frantic fight was made to escape. Miss Catherine \Veiler lost her life in a vain effort to mar- shal the pupils of her class and lead them to safety. She died in the crush at the rear door. Her room was on the second floor, and when the fire alarm sounded she marched her pu- pils out into the hall, thinking it was only a fire drill. There the truth dawned upon both teacher and pupils, and control was lost. The children in their frenzy plunged into the struggling mass ahead of them. Miss Weiler attempted to stem the rush, but went down under it. and her body was found an hour later piled high with those of the pupils. Miss \A>iler formerly lived in Detroit and was educated in Toledo, Miss Fiske was taken out horribly crushed, but died. Whole Town on the Scene. The suburb of Collinwood contains about 8,000 persons, and within half an hour after the outbreak of the lire nearly every one of them was gathered around the blazing ruins of the schoolhouse, hundreds of parents fighting frantically with the police and firemen, who were busily engaged in saving the lives of the children and doing their best to extinguish the fire. The police were utterly unable through lack of num- bers to keep away the crowd that pressed upon them, and the situation soon became so serious that a number of more cool-headed men in the throng took it upon themselves to THE STORY OF THE FIRE 89 aid in fighting back the crowd, while others worked to help the firemen and the police. The flames spread with such terrific rapidity that within 30 minutes from the time the fire was discovered the build- ing was nothing, but a few blackened walls surrounding a cellar filled with corpses and debris. The firemen dashed into the blazing wreckage, and with rakes, forks, shovels and their bare hands worked in the most frantic manner with the hope of saving a few more lives. They were unsuccessful, for none was taken alive from the ruins after the floors collapsed. Fragments of incinerated limbs, skulls and bones were found almost at every turn, and these things were piled together in a little heap at one side of the building. The great majority of the little bodies that were taken out were burned beyond all possible recognition. And it is no small part of the sorrow which bore down the people of North Collinwood that positive identification of many of the chil- dren was never made. Besides the children who were killed inside the building three little girls, Mary Ridgeway, Anna Rolth and Gertrude Davis were instantly killed by leaping from the attic to the ground. Anguish after Fire. Anguish and anger were Collinwood's the day after the fire. The day of horror past, the townspeople turned to tlic reckoning. Directly they placed the blame against the faulty construction of the inner door, wrathfully against the feeble fire department, more bitterly against the politics that made such inadequate protection possible. 90 THE STORY OF THE FIRE When the alarm was sounded the only team of fire horses the town owns was dragging a road scraper, more than a mile away. While frantic and helpless men and women were wasting their futile strength trying to break down the rear door and the partition on both sides, the ax that would have saved many lives was lying idly in the fire station, and the team-of-all-work was plowing through mud knee deep on itb way to where it should have been. Many Lives Sold Cheaply. It would have been a simple matter, say those who were first on the scene, to have broken down the door, cut away the partition and released at least part of the mass of children that clogged the passageway — if there had been an ax at hand. Sc^■eral men ran to near by homes in quest of one, but they came back empty handed. At last the fire department reached the school. First came the hose wagon, drawn by horses borrowed for the occasion, I-'rail and anticjuated. it squeaked and rattled as it struck the numerous ruts in the mire of the road. It would have been a laughable sight under other circumstances. In time, fol- lowed the wheezy gasoline engine and the hook and ladder, for even such a long run could not kill the team-of-all-work. The engine once in action, spluttered and halted, the hose leaked and the water pressure was admittedly abnormally low. And this was what the fire department depended upon to protect a town of 7,000 inhabitants, forty-three miles of streets and property worth several millions. For months Collinwood talked of becoming a part of Cleveland. Under the administration of Mayor Sherman, THE STORY OF THE FIRE 91 who preceded Mayor Westropp, the town voted for the step. But the Sherman regime was not to be ousted without a fight. It had a month of life after it was sentenced to fall and after the people had declared their wish to be taken into the larger city. In that month the anti-annexationists de- voted themselves to obstructing the carrying out of the plan and perpetrated a successful political trick, delaying action. In this situation Collinwood was stagnated. No money has been spent on fire protection that could be saved, for once in Cleveland, the town no longer would have to depend upon its own resources. The dust and rust have been allowed to gather on the superannuated fire apparatus. "We have little money and we must economize," said Mayor Westropp. Appeal for Protection Futile. It was only a week or so before the fire that an appeal was made to the council for better protection on the north end of the town, in which the ill fated school building was located. The petition was "placed on file." And in its grief, Collinwood recalled all this. "If we had our way this never would have happened," was the lament. Irony in Hall of Dead. What irony there was in the bringing of the dead to this place, dedicated to the housing of the town's fire department. "Protection No. 1" was the legend in gilt letters on the lit- tle old hose wagon in the rear of the room. "Protection No. 1." Stricken fathers and mothers looked at this and then at the pathetic rows of bodies. CHAPTER IX. THE MORGUE'S SAD STORY. MANY PATHETIC SCENES ARE ENACTED AT THE TEMPORARY MORGUE. Hundreds of dramatic scenes were enacted at the tem- porary morgue where the bodies of the fire victims were taken. A long, wide room was divided into corridors by goods, hastily piled up. A murky room, stifling with its odor of burned stuff. A silent room — save for the shuffling of feet and now and then a sob. Along each corridor lay blanl^ets which covered little heaps. Here and there a shoe or a charred foot protruded, telling what was concealed beneath. Here and there, too, a white sheet, which told that some child had been identified. Walking through the aisles was a group of men and women — the men with bared heads, the women with shawls over their heads — on their faces — who can describe the looks there, some with tears, some with dry eyes — walked past each body and looked as the attendant drew away the blanket. Grief was written there — and hope — and greater and greater grew the hope as the terrible review revealed not the body of the loved ones. Then came the terrible moment when the mother and father found the body of the child they knew was dead yet hoped was not. Strong men on guard joined tears with the stricken ones. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 93 Such was the scene at the Collinwood morgue. Such was the scene again and again enacted as the groups of parents were admitted to the hall of death. All afternoon, all night and when dawn broke the next day, the mothers and fathers of Collinwood stood at the doors of the Lake Shore storehouse awaiting their chance to find their dead. As each body was laid upon the f^oor, a tag was at- tached to the blanket telling whether the corpse was that of a boy or girl. This saved much unnecessary uncover- ing of the bodies. The system of identification was perfect. The entire personnel of the Lake Shore of^ces was in charge and escorted the parents through the aisles. Time and again, a mother, having found her child under a blanket would throw up her arms and sink unconscious. Fathers were affected diiiferently. Some cursed. Some gazed stony-eyed upon the twisted, charred shape before them, the light of reason having deserted their eyes tem- porarily. Some raved like madmen. One poor fellow was led away by stout men, jibbering unintelligibly. Some one laughed and a silence so intense that it was deathlike fell upon the hundreds within hear- ing. The stricken mothers were carried upstairs, where nurses and physicians administered such aid as was calcu- lated to dull the stiletto stabs of agony. Police Captain Schmunk, after the fire, asked Inspector Rowe for ten more policemen to help handle the crowd about the morgue. The Cleveland Young Women's Christian Association at once sent out 100 women to 94 THE STORY OF THE FIRE assist in caring for the injured and to prepare for the funerals. A legal light over the burned body of one of the fire victims was for a time threatened by the child's father and his divorced wife. As a result the little corpse lay for two days in a Collin- wood morgue guarded by an officer under orders of Coro- ner Burke. The child was John Rush, six years old. A year ago his father, L. W. Rush, was divorced from his wife Effie. With the decree of separation the court gave the mother the custody of the child. Later the wife has married Clin- ton Taylor, an employe of the Lake Shore. The body was identified by his foster father. Rush, the boy's real father, claimed the body, but the mother refused to surrender it. The father said he would get a writ of attachment if necessary. Before the funeral, however, the trouble was settled. In addition to the frightful list of dead, fresh grief came to the suburb soon after the fire with the announcement that several women, mothers of children lost in the fire, had lost their reason. Mrs. Bertha Robinson of 5078 Forrest avenue, at- tempted to kill herself. Her two little girls, her only children. Fern, twelve, and Juanita, seven, were burned to death. Testimony taken at the morgue established beyond a doubt that the school building was a veritable lire trap. Evidence showed that one of the inner doors at the west entrance was closed and fastened, while children were piling up against it in the passage ; that wing parti- tions in the vestibule narrowed the exit by at least three THE STORY OF THE FIRE 95 feet ; that there was but one fire escape, and that its use never was taught as a part of the fire drill. Survivors among the teachers testified that only two or three minutes passed between the time of the alarm until all escape was cut off. The building was a fair sample of the kind of school con- struction in use in small towns. The halls and stairways were inclosed between interior brick walls, forming a huge flue, through which the. flames shot up with great rapidity. Identifying the Dead. The scene was awful at the temporary morgue in the general store house of the Lake Shore shops. Row on row of charred corpses, headless torsos with blackened flesh, half naked bodies with splintered bones protruding, crumbling stubs of hands crossed before unrecognizable faces, some bodies mere heaps of bones and rags, others more grewsome in their human guise. Such was the awful spectacle that awaited the eyes of frenzied parents, who after hours of waiting, were admitted to claim their dead. In a moment the quiet of the charnel house with its scores of silent guards was broken by the screams of dis- tracted parents. Cries, moans, but most terrible of all laughter, maudlin laughter, the laughter of madness, made the flesh of the watchers creep. They were identifying their dead. A woman would, faint as she recognized in some blackened bit of flesh the daughter whom she had kissed goodbye as she left for school a few hours before. A strong man would fall into the arms of a watchful guard, mumbling the name of the child whose clothes he had just recognized on some headless hump. But there could be no delay. Other mothers and fathers waited their turn to find their dead. As the bodies were iden- i 96 THE STORY OF THE FIRE tified kind but firm guards carried or led the sorrowing parents | away. Others would then be admitted. Another heart- I rending scene would follow. And thus the afternoon wore away and the night. At midnight 56 unidentified bodies were moved to the town hall. In the improvised morgue in the Lake Shore storehouse, love, hate, grief, despair and the in- toxication of liquor all added to the horror of death. Men cursed, calling down imprecations upon the unknown authors of their misery, women knelt in an agony of grief over the forms of dear ones, the naked walls of the storehouse echoed to the wails of love, mother love, father love, for the children who would never hear them more. Men and women with haggard, listless faces and glassy, staring eyes were led awa}- semiconscious. Mercifully Become Unconscious. Merciful unconsciousness gave many a short respite. Red- eyed men drunk with alcohol staggered among the dead de- manding tlieir children. They were identifying their dead. In this inferno, soft-voiced women volunteers moved about like ministering angels, giving aid and comfort where they could, soothing fainting women and relieving the scene of much of its horror. Volunteers from the Lake Shore shops and offices did everything in their power to keep hysterical men and women in check. Not all the searchers cried aloud. Some there were who passed silently before the rows of bodies exposed in their blankets. Some cooed over the dead like a mother rocking her child. "It's a little plaid, blue and red." one woman murmured as she moved unaided along the rows of dead touching their clothing and peering at their faces. "He has pretty little fingers," "I'm glad he kissed me when he left this morning." THE STORY OF THE FIRE 97 And then the watchful guard saw her crumble in a heap as she recognized in a little nude figure, her child. "My God, that's my boy," she screamed as she sank into the guard's arms an inert mass, every vestige of consciousness gone. It was a common case. She was carried to the second floor where a corps of 20 physicians waited to attend to those overcome. She was given a hypodermic injection of strychnine sulphate to revive her. In a few minutes she again awoke to the realization of the disaster that had befallen her. She was put in an auto, one of several waiting for that purpose, and taken to her home. She had identified her dead. A man entered the morgue supporting his wife by the arm. They had lost a girl. Neither uttered a sound or shed a tear as they were led through the aisles of dead. As the guard un- covered a face or held up a bit of dress for them to see, the man held out his hands, palms outward, to signify that his had not been found. The woman gazed steadily at the dis- figured bodies as in a dream. The man hesitated at one tan- gled heap. "Look in his pockets," he said calmly as one might ask for a match. A list of spelling words, uncharred was disclosed. The man gazed at them many seconds as if rooted to the spot. 'T saw those this morning," he said utter- ing each word separately. His wife turned to him. He looked at her. "Take me away." she whispered. They walked out together. They had identified their dead. A woman, shrieking like a lost soul was led in by two guards. She was a foreigner, with toil-stained hands. As each body was shown her she cried at the top of her voice. Over and over she repeated her boy's name. 98 THE STORY OF THE FIRE She clawed at the tattered remnants of clothing on more than one little form. "Oh, Henry, Henry," she shrieked. "He isn't here. He is in a hospital somewhere. He isn't here. He isn't here." But he was there. A silver watch ticking peacefully told the story. She recognized it. The body was headless. The arms and legs were charred to a crisp. With a cry animal like in its ferocity, she threw herself upon the torso. On her knees, with hands uplifted to heaven, she prayed in her native tongue. When the guards attempted to lift her she clung to the form of her boy, gibbering, a mad woman. She had iden- tified her dead. A strong man, his eyes bloodshot from weeping, and shiv- ering in every limb, moved along the rows of distorted bodies, supported on either side by a guard. His mouth open, so limp it seemed he must fall at every step, he bent over the bodies, reeking with the odor of burnt flesh. "Oh, God, I have nothing left in the world. Let me die, too," he sobbed, his voice strangling in his throat. His three children were among the dead. Identified by a Shoe. One more was found, a boy. He recognized the body by the shoe. The man continued to sob. He paid no particular at- tention to the body. Half led, half carried, he moved along the rows. Another child and then the third was found. The girl he knew by a bracelet encircling her fleshlcss wrist. The third child, a boy, he knew by his clothes. Without pausing, without noticing the dead, he was led away, still crying dis- tractedly, "Oh, God, let me go, too. Why did I live to see this day?" He had identified his dead. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 99 These are but types of the kaleidoscopic views of human misery and sufifering that passed through the death house Rich and poor, young and old, white and black — class, caste and color were forgotten. All were united in a common ob- ject, the search for their dead. Many were there who after hours of search could not identify their children. Relatives in particular who sought to take the harrowing trial of identifica- tion from the parents were unable to recognize the little ones. Some took pieces of clothing home to see if the parents could identify them. Railroad Men as Heroes. During all the scene of agony and death the employes of the Lake Shore offices did valiant work in caring for the searchers. Under the direction of Dr. W. H. Williams, Lake Shore sur- geon, and Harry ^McNeill, deputy coroner, everything was done that was possible to help in the work of identifying the dead. Seventy-five Lake Shore office men acted as guards over the bodies and escorts for the searchers. A band of Col- linwood women cared for those who were overcome. The railway Y. M .C. A. furnished sandwiches and coffee to the workers. Battle With Dead. To the workers the scene lost much of its gruesomeness be- cause of the number of* the dead. One body, one sorrowing mourner more or less made little difference. It was like a battle, the very number of slain made the sight less appalling. The clanging of ambulances as they rushed up for their freight of identified dead to convey them to their morgues, ■was mingled with the raucous calls of the workers who 100 THE STORY OF THE FIRE checked off each body carried from the building. When the bodies were identified the name. age. and address of the child were placed on a tag attached to a blanket. When an under- taker removed the body the tag was turned over to IMcXeil, who thus kept account of all unidentified bodies. Late in the evening a constant procession of stretchers, blankets and baskets was being employed to carry out the dead. Most of the bodies were taken to private morgues. Bodies Covered and Tagged. Rival solicitors for undertaking establishments thrust the cards of their firms in the hands of weeping parents who had just identified their dead. Several solicitors were cautioned as being over anxious to get business. Bodies began to ar- rive at the improvised morgue soon after 11 o'clock Wednes- day morning. Ambulances brought from one to seven bodies. Some of the bodies were so disintegrated that they were car- ried in baskets. All were wrapped in blankets and laid in rows along the aisles of the storehouse, a building 250 feet long and 100 feet wide. All the bodies were covered. Tags were attached to each blanket bearing a number. Xo one was admitted until all the bodies possible to recover before the fire was extinguished were brought in. The list increased until every aisle in the building was lined with rows of smoking figures. Only One Identified. At 2 o'clock in the afternoon only one child had been posi- tively identified. Irene Davis, fifteen, whose father, W. B. Davis, works in the storeroom recognized his child when the body was brought in. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 101 By orders of Deputy Coroner McNeill and Dr. Williams, assisted by a dozen Lake Shore officials, a few of the 500 anxious relatives that had been detained by a cordon of police at the entrance to the works on Collamer avenue, 200 yards away, were admitted. They were met at the door of the morgue by volunteer Lake Shore men, who led them along the aisles of dead. A man stationed over little groups of six or eight bodies helped them to inspect the remains. As they found the one they sought, the name, age and address of the child was placed on the tag attached to the blanket. A piece of 'white canvas was put over the identified body, which was removed to an undertaker's room as soon as one was employed. Many Bodies Removed. One hundred and three bodies had been identified and re- moved by midnight, when McNeill ordered the remaining un- identified bodies taken to the town hall on Collamer avenue. There they kept them until identified. Many, after spending hours searching among the bodies, could not find their loved ones. John Grant, 5806 Arcade street, searched with his wife the entire number of bodies, but could not find their daughter, Earla, who was lost. At the entrance to the Lake Shore yards the crowd of hun- dreds held back by the police surged angrily against the gate, threatening to break it every minute. Roy Lowey, 16 Arcade street, whose two twin sisters, May and Clara, twelve, were among the missing, leaped over the fence. He fought franti- cally with the police who sought to restrain him. His father, Jesse Lowey, who had been admitted to look for his daughters, joined him, beside himself from grief. 102 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "Don't you touch my boy," he yelled hoarsely. "I'll kill 3'ou all," he raged, as the police strove to restrain the sobbing boy from rushing with his father back to the morguue. Both v.ere carried by main force from the yard. There were not a few who sought admission to the morgue out of mere morbid curiosity. Several of these made their way into the yard only to be thrown out roughly by the police. Many Families Hungry. The sadness of bereavement was not all the sorrow of Col- linwood. There was the sadness of hunger, of hopelessness, of the madness that means suicide. Many of the bereaved families were Greiners. They were poor. They did not know the customs of the land. Many of them did not speak the language. And many of them were working only part of the time or not all at. It was privation for them to give their last pennies to buy books for their lit- tle ones and clothe them so that in the presence of the Ameri- can children they would not be ashamed. The Collinwood town committee in its rounds of mercy, entered these humble homes and found destitution that made bereavement more keen. But the parents did not ask for charity ; they did not think of fire or food. Poverty Adds to Suffering. The committee went to the comfortless home of Airs. Mary Maknic, 4811 Charles street. There was no an- swer to their knock. They opened the door and found no one in the chill, Ijare room. A sound came from the kitchen, and there stood Mrs. ]\Iaknic. disheveled, with staring eyes and set face. I I 1 THE STORY OF THE FIRE 103 She held a knife in her hand. As she caught sight of the visitors she grasped the handle convulsively, lowered the weapon, and then darted the point toward her throat. They caught her arm just in time, and wrested the knife from her hand. Then the rigid body grew limp, and she sank in to the arms of the men, muttering incoherently in her own tongue. Little Mary Missing. They caught the word "Mary." Her Mary was "missing" —a charred little mass, perhaps, among the "unidentified" at the morgue. There was no food or fire in the home of Mary PopoviC: 4709 Charles street. And there were no children. There had been two. The mother was sitting huddled up in a rocking chair, a ragged shawl over her head, and her face buried in her arms. The eyes that glanced furtively at the visitors were blood- shot, and the quivering lips were thin and blue. But she did not ask for food or fire. Her thoughts were food enough, and there was fire in her veins. At daybreak a man, shivering and wan, knocked at the door of Father M. Pakiz, pastor of St. Mary's church. He had no overcoat, no gloves. He was John Oblock of 424 Spruce street. All night he had roamed through the streets of Collinwood — to the morgue, to the blistered walls where the schoolhouse had been — tramping, tramping, through the slush and mud. He had a little daughter in the morning, and in the evening he could not find her. And so there was nothing for him to do but walk, and walk, and maybe somewhere, he thought, he might see or hear something of his little girl. 104 THE STORY OF THE FIRE John Oblock was not the only father who tramped all night through the streets of Collinwood. The streets are turned to mire with the wandering of men and women. All night, Ob- lock dimly remembered, men had passed and repassed him. Sickening Scenes. All day long in the fire shed adjoining the town hall the people of Collinw^ood toiled in their second sickening day — a day of aftermath — the day of identification of the charred, blackened and half naked dead. Over and around the others a continuous crowd passed and passed, passed again and again, trying and trying, many of them in vain, to find some clew that would establish the identity of their loved ones. Those bodies that were left at the end were the survival of the unfittest. Many w^ere burned to the bone, clothes entirely gone, often headless, footless trunks, mangled beyond possi- bility of recognition. But still the crowds of anxious men and women passed in the pathetic review. "If I could but know that what is left of my boy was in my own hands," mourned a mother. "I can't bear to leave nis body if it is here. I must find it, must find it." Lost Three Children. There were those who had lost three children, but had only found two, or one. There were those who had lost two and could identify but one. Mothers and sisters and brothers came to aid in the search. Sometimes they brought tiny un- derwear and stockings to match with the torn clothes on the limbs of the unidentified dead. Outside held back by ropes and a squad o£ police under the THE STORY OF THE FIRE 105 command of Capt. Schmunk of the Cleveland police, was a constant crowd of friends and curiosity seekers. They could be told apart at a glance. Those who had lost relatives were haggard eyed. As the fathers and mothers went in the other relatives waited outside, hanging on the ropes, watching for a favorable word. Their faces told tragic stories. As for the others — they stared, boldly, constantly, calling each other's attention as they caught glimpses of suffering and anguish, craning their necks as the ambulance men came out with bundles in hand, and drove quickly away to the private morgues keeping count, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty- three. Protects Sorrowing Relatives. Deputy Coroner McNeil placed a shield before the door to protect the sorrowing relatives from the gaze of the curious, but it had no effect on their numbers. Every car from the city brought its load. As fast as one group went away satisfied, anotner crowded into the place. The crowd of searchers was quieter than that of the first day, when the first great anguish of death and loss had left them staring disheveled, laughing, shrieking, tearing hair, faintmg, maddened by their loss. As the hours rolled on, and they examined body after body, they became dulled, the pain nerves were deadened. Only trembling hands showed the tumult within when the poor, bereaved ones compared clothing, examined shoes, searched for trinkets — a marble or a watch. They talked comparatively calmly. They had seen so many bodies, had been nearly sure so many times. Only once in a while would there be a shriek or a burst of hysterical weeping as a father or a mother threw themselves 106 THE STORY OF THE FIRE on the dingy floor, clutching a trinket or a bit of cloth that had made them sure. Sadly filing out of the morgue at the end of the day were those who had failed, who had to go away leaving their ba- bies lying on the floor among the unrecognizable masses of the unknown. Street Scene of Grief. Death's hand laid heavily upon Arcade avenue. In seven- teen houses, fifteen in a row, and three adjoining each other across the street, nineteen are dead. The presence of wdiite crape on the doors along the street is almost monotonous. In the parlor of the third house from Park avenue, 5704, stood a white casket in which lie the remains of Norman Shep- herd, twelve. F"rom that house of the dead stretches a long, unbroken line of homes, with its corpse in every parlor. Next door at 5718, was the body of ]\Iildred Cunningham. Then comes that of Earle Grant, thirteen, at 5806; Dilc Clark, nine at 5812; Florence Clayton, eight, at 5816; Wilfred Hook, eight, at 5908, and Mabel Sigler, ten, 6012. In the seventh house, 6212, there were three dead — Caroline Kern, ten ; Rudolph Kern, twelve, and .\nnie Kern, nine. Next door, at 6124, was the body of Willie Smith, nine. Death, alw^ays erratic, then jumped across the street, taking four in three adjoining houses. There was Edward Kanowski. seven, at 6215; Don Rush, thirteen, at 6107, and Helen and Clara Ritz, sisters, eight and seven, at 6007. The same age, chums since babyhood, their fathers brothers and partners in business, death did not divide them. Two lit- tle charred bodies were identified side by side in the morgue, by the sister of one of the boys. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 107 Mr. and Mrs. H. E. Gould live at 5416 Maple street, Collin- wood. Their boy was Albert Gould. Just opposite at 5412 Poplar street, live Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Gould. Raymond Gould- was the pride of that home. The two boys were al- most exactly the same age, eleven years. Tuesday evening they spent together at the home of Albert, playing games until 10:30. As usual Wednesday morning they went to school together. The news of the fire com- pletely prostrated the two mothers. A sixteen-year-old-sistcr of Albert was sent to identify the bodies. She found them side by side. Raymond was identified by his cuff buttons and Albert by his shoes and sweater and a crumpled wet paper Jn his pocket, covered with writing in his childish hand. The fathers of the boys, contractors, are engaged in the erection ib buildings in West Virginia. They were telegraphed for. Saturday at the home of Mr. and Mrs. H. E. Gould on Maple street the double funeral of the boys was held. Mother Shopping During Fire. Mrs. Schwans of 597 Adamson street, Collinwood, who lost three children, Edwin, twelve; Hulda, eleven, and Freddie, eight years old, was shopping in Cleveland when the fire broke out. Her eldest boy, Rudolph, she had left at home with the baby. "The newsboys on tiie car calling out the special was the first I knew of it," said ]\Irs. Schwans. "When I came to the school they were taking the children out. Oh, if I had not gone awa}' ; but I could not have saved them anyway," she moaned as she rocked back and forth. The poor half crazed mothers did not know how to try to identify their dead, looking in restless terror first at one 108 THE STORY OF THE FIRE burned little form and then at another. "Look carefully now," an attendant begged of a poor foreign woman who sought her child. "I could tell my boy's coat ; it was a little plaid coat," sobbed one mother, while another thought her boy's little new red sweater with braid on the front would serve to lead her to her own. "I was ironing when I heard the alarm," said ]\Irs. Rostock of 5315 Lake avenue, who lost a boy, Amiel, aged fourteen, and a little girl, Lillian, six. I ran over to the building in my bare feet ; but oh, I could not see them, and to think of my little, little girl." Three other children are living, all boys. There was joy at the home of ]\latt Drecek, 4th street Mon- day before the fire. There was poverty ,too — Drecek, like hundreds of others in the Collinwood Greiner settlement, had been working but two days a week lately. But there was joy, anyway. It was this — a baby had come. Mary, thirteen ; Lena, twelve; John, ten; Amelia, nine; Clara, five, and Paul, three, all clustered about and gazed rapturously upon the little pink and white bundle that their mother so proudly displayed to them. Joy Flees Home. That was Monday. The joy fled Wednesday. In the terri- ble fire that ravaged the Lakeview school building and took a toll of human life that has appalled the world, ]\Iary and Lena died. John and Amelia climbed out of a window and lived. But the terrible fact remained — Mary and Lena were dead. They never would see baby again. Drecek tried to keep the terrible news from his wife, but THE STORY OF THE FIRE 109 the children told her in spite of him. She swooned at the news. Neighbors brought a doctor — he said that she lay- between life and death. The husband was down at the morgue when that happend, vainly hunting his Mary and Lena in the long rows of black- ened corpses. He stayed all afternoon, he stayed until after midnight, when they transferred the unidentified from the Lake Shore shops to the town hall. Then he hurried away again. He ate no breakfast, there was hardly enough for the children. At noon he had been unable yet to pick out the bodies of ]\Iary and Lena. He went outside — and fainted in the street, from hunger, ex- haustion, worry and grief. Revived, he refused to leave. "Fm going to get my Mary and my Lena," he wailed. Between his sobs, he told some- one of the "kinder" and the woman at home and of the new baby. In a few minutes the relief corps had sent a physician and a nurse out to the little house on 4th street. They sent out provisions too. Drecek wouldn't eat. They let him stay there in the street. CHAPTER X. RICH WOMAN LOSES BABY. 'TERRIBLE BEYOND ALL DESCRIPTION!" CRIES DR. WILLIAMS. . "This is a terrible thing; awful beyond description," said Dr. Williams, as he stood and watched the throng of anxious relatives moving disconsolately from body to body. "Are there no injured in the hospitals? I've lost my baby, my darling boy," moaned a well-dressed woman who stepped out from the line of people moving slowly past a row of bodies. Upon being told that there were few injured and that she had better persevere in her search she joined the mournful proces- sion again. The morgue was a great Icveler. Women richly attired, wearing furs and other tokens of comparative wealth, mingled with women of plainly foreign extraction, with shawls thrown over their heads and garments betokening the pinch of pov- erty. They consoled one another. Strong Comfort the Weak. The weaker, on the verge of hysterics, were comforted by the stronger, regardless of social position. The men. most of them tearless, but grieving none the less, were silent for the most part upon attaining the object of their search. As fast as the bodies were identified they were placed in charge of the undertakers and were taken from the building, the coroner seeing every body removed and collecting the tags upon which the identifications were marked. In this way an accurate tab was kept on the bodies and the identifications. The scene at the morgue was particularly heartrending to the employes of the Lake Shore Railroad, who were engaged THE STORY OF THE FIRE 111 in escorting the stricken parents and relatives through the rows of corpses. Many of the dead children were known to them and in many cases the parents were fellow workmen. Dr. Williams was particularly grieved by the terrible affair, as he knew personally nearly three-quarters of the boys and girls whose bodies were before him. Work was suspended in all of the Lake Shore shops to give those employees whose loved ones were victims of the fire a chance to visit the morgue. At 5 :30 o'clock workingmen from other shops in Collinwood flocked to the warehouse with their wives and until well on into the night the inspection continued. Some of the women, loath to leave until they had discovered some trace of their children, begged to be allowed to continue tlie search far into the night, but when most of the corpses had been identified the morgue was closed to visitors and the bodies remaining were taken to the town hall. Father Fights Official. A grief-crazed father fought with an ambulance driver for a sight of his two little children who had been burned to death. A. Ziehm had driven from the Lake Shore morgue with the bodies of Olga and John Neibert, Fifth and Forest-sts. "Drive on to the undertaker's," bade the father, John Nei- bert. Ziehm started on. In a moment the father changed his mind and demanded a sight of the bodies. He sprang to the horse's head and grasped the bridle. Neighbors rushed to join him and someone sent in a call for the police. The bodies were taken from the ambulance and carried into the Neibert home. The saddest place in Collinwood, the village of many sor- 112 THE STORY OF THE FIRE rows, that day was the dead house. Between the narrow walls of the fire station, surrounded by all that had failed to save, lay the blackened things that once were smiling chil- dren. The hush was rarely broken and when it was the cry or moan came from the lips of a father or mother. Through the building filed the real sufferers by the fire — those who lost children. But a greater burden of grief came to those who failed to be sure in looking over the little forms. Some of the bodies never were identified. Crowds of Sightseers. Twenty-five bodies were left in the morgue the night after the fire. Another day was given relatives to claim their dead, and then the remaining bodies were -taken to Shepard's morgue for burial at the expense of the village. Crowds of sightseers pressed against the rope in front of the morgue all day, the police permitting only those who had rela- tives in the fire to pass between their lines. The guards were Cleveland patrolmen under the command of Captain Schmunk. Collinwood police were also on guard. Harry McNeill, deputy coroner, long on duty, watched the bodies of the children, and superintended the work of identi- fication. As soon as a body was recognized it was given to an undertaker. Father Loses Control. One of the most heartrending cases was that of Leo B. Harvey, who has been working at Geneva, O. He had two children attending the school. His first intimation of the dis- i THE STORY OF THE FIRE 113 aster came in a n'ewspaper Wednesday night. He went to Cleveland, arriving late in the morning. Harry, his fourteen- year-old son, was saved. Claude, seven years old, had disap- peared. When he discovered that his son was not to be rec- ognized among the bodies he lost self-control. "I want to throw myself beneath a train," he cried. Friends finally took him away. When Mrs. John Centener, who lives at No. 512 Collamer street, came to look for her thirteen-year-old son George, she found one body that she thought might be his. She looked searchingly at the twisted face but was not sure. Then she looked at a shred of underwear which stuck to the body. Not George's Button. "No, no, those are not George's buttons," she said. "If there was only a piece of his red sweater I could tell him.' She went away, doubt adding to her grief. Bearing in his hand an apron of his wife's, John Polonsky, No. 447 Cedar street, went to seek the body of his son Victor, nme years old. The boy had worn a little shirt made of ma- terial like that of the apron. After he had searched the faces and clothes of a score of little bodies he found one with a shred of a shirt clinging still to a shriveled arm. He compared the two pieces of cloth. They were the same. It was his son. Mrs. Sodma, who lost three children in the fire, went for the second time to the morgue. Tlie night after the fire she iden- tified her son, but her two daughters, Elizabeth, twelve years old, and Erma, ten years old, were still among the missing. She said that Elizabeth had worn a pair of earrings with four stones in each of them and a bracelet. Although she walked from body to body she could find no trace of earrings or brace- 114 THE STORY OF THE FIRE let or the red waist and blue skirt worn by Erma. She left brokenhearted. Mrs. Oscar Swanson, No. 5709 Adams street, lost three children. The bodies of eight-year-old Fred and twelve-year- old Edwin were identified. She was seeking that of Hulda, ten years old. She looked at the rows of bodies twice, then three times. Finally she found a body that she though might be that of her child. She told McNeil of a re- cent tooth filling. He fingered the shreads of clothing. Identified by a Tooth. Finally an undertaker's man pried open the mouth, and a recently filled tooth was revealed. The mother became hys- terical and nearly fainted. The body was taken away. With a little shoe in his hand. William J. Parr sought the body of his son, Harry, eight years old. Mr. Parr lives at No. 218 Park street. W^ith the assistance of a piece of under- clothing, he recognized the body. His other son, Thomas, ten years old, had saved his life by leaping from a second-story window. Recognizes Body By Clothing. The wife of John Oblak, No. 424 Spruce street, was pros- trated when her son, John, thirteen years old was ■ ^ported among the missing. Her husband found a body that he thought was that of his son, and yet was doubtful. He tore a patch from the charred clothing and took it hor le to the mother. She recognized her handiwork. Mary, the little daughter of the family, had saved her life ly jumping from a window. Albert Ritzi, Mo. 6007 Arcade street, tried in vain to find THE STORY OF THE FIRE 113 the bodies of his two girls, Helen, agen nine, and Clara, aged seven. Again and again he bent over the faces. He was un- successful. Feared to Enter. bringing his wife, George Morrelle, who lived at No. 4713 Charles street, came to the door of the deadhouse. They sought the body of their eight-year-old daughter, Maria. Mrs. Morrelle cast one glance at the room. Her face grew pale and then she collapsed. The father found a body which looked like his little daughter. He took the dress out to show it to his wife. She shook her head — it was not the one. Screams of despair, sobs of agony and groans of anguish were wrenched from the mothers and sisters of the victims as the searchers walked from row to row, examining fragments of dresses, pieces of waists and trousers, pocket-knives and marbles in an effort to establish the identity of the dead. One of the first body identified was Nils Thompson, seven years, of No. 405 Collamer street. "My God, that's Nils!" cried Mrs. Anna Thompson, the mother, as she gazed upon a blackened corpse in the first row she encountered on entering the building. Led Away by Sister. Tears streaming down her face she was led away by her sis- ter, but she bore up bravely for she still had a task to perform — the locating of the body of Thomas, her oldest son. Three- quarters of an hour later, while inspecting a long row of bodies charred and twisted almost beyond recognition, she found the body of her son. She nearly fainted and was taken to the second flood of the building, where nurses gave her .assistance. 116 THE STORY OF THE FIRE The next body identified was that of Henry Schultz, nine years old, No. 4623 Westropp avenue. Again a mother recog- nized the torn fragments of a son, and, weeping, was led away. Then as the crowd inside the building increased in size the identifications came faster. Men stood sobbing ovcr'the bodies of their loved ones. At times cries of women resounded from all parts of the building. The doctors were busy with the relief-giving hypodermics. Told by the Clothing. "That's Irene ; I know it is her. I can tell by the clothes," wailed Helen Davis as she leaned over the body of her sister, Irene, No. 4615 Westropp avenue, and then the identification was made complete by the discovery of the finger ring. Mrs. Lodge, mother of Harry Lodge, eleven years old, of No. 4910 Scott street, fainted when by means of a piece of a red sweater she recognized the charred remnant of a body as that of her son. She was taken to the hospital and placed in care of the nurses on the second floor of the building. Almost distracted with gri'ef, the parents of Thomas and Glen Sanderson, of No. 438 Park avenue, paced from one end of the building to the other, inspecting the dead in the hope of recognizing the bodies of the children. Late in the afternoon their search was rewarded. Both bodies were identified. Pitiful in the extreme was the sight presented by the bodies in the west end of the temporary morgue. The lower clothing; of most of the children, though charred and soiled, was pretty well preserved. The pockets of the boys were searched and the treasures hidden so carefully from the teachers' eyes were brought forth and placed on top of the blankets. Marbles, slingshots and other articles were placed en view. I THE STORY OF THE FIRE 117 A watch with a nickel case was taken from the body of one boy. The timepiece had stopped at 11:25 o'clock. A watch was also found on the body of another boy near by. The hands had stopped at 1 o'clock, indicating that the body had been taken from far down in the heap of mangled corpses blocking the doorway of the school and that it had taken the heat a longer time to reach it than the others. From the girls' clothing were taken handkerchiefs and in some instances pen- nies and chewing gum were found rolled in the corners of pieces of cloth. One of the most affecting scenes at the morgue occurred when Albert Gould, eleven years old, of No. 5416 Maple street, and Raymond Gould, also eleven years old, of Poplar street, cousins, were found lying side by side among the unidentified dead. A sister of Albert Gould made the discovery, recog- nizing a knife found in the boy's pocket. Heartrending Scenes Witnessed. "And I made him go ! I made him go !" The wailing voice rose in a quavering chant above the heads of the silent crowd crushed against a door that led into the im- provised morgue at the Lake Shore shops. Most of them were men, with stern, set faces. A woman, here and there, stood with bowed head. Silent, they all were, except wncn one raised his voice for a moment in that solemn, wailing chant which told of his own woe, while the living humanity about him swayed in the common sympathy. "He was my only boy. And I am old," the voice went on. "Three weeks ago he broke his arm. This was his first morn- ing at school. He didn't want to go. But I made him go. I made him go." 118 THE STORY OF THE FIRE Again the crowd swayed and a low* groan swept over the mass of waiting ones. The nanow door opened. Men and women struggled, straining in silence, to enter. His Children Among the Dead. "Joe Curran," cried the keeper of the door. "Joe Curran," echoed through the crowd. "Here !" cried one. "Let that man in," commanded the doorkeeper. "His two children are here." Immediately a lane formed and Joe Curran went in. Pressed close against the unyielding door stood a portly, prosperous looking man. His face was impassive, but as he stood, waiting, his head leanded against the door, he moaned. "You have someone in there?" asked the next one. "My oldest boy," answered the man, and, turning, he pressed his face against the door. Again the silence — waiting. Presently another chant arose. "He knew me. He called to me: 'Papa, help me.' I had hold of him. I put out the fire in his hair. I pulled his arms out of their sockets. And I couldn't save him." Again the crowd swayed in a common agony and the com- mon groan swept over it. The little door opened, ■'Don't push. Don't crowed. Be careful of the women," shouted the doorkeeper, grimly kind. "Let me in! Let me in! My children are in there!" cried a voice from the rear. "They are all in here,' answered the doorkeeper. "Your turn will come." THE STORY OF THE FIRE 119 This time the visitor was wedged in with the bunch of 10 admitted. At his feet stretched an orderly row of white- sheeted forms. The white-sheeted were the identified. In charge of each row was a railroad man, aiding the fathers and mothers who had come to find their own. Order was every- where. And silence was everywhere. The searchers picked their way carefully among the rows of blackened bodies. "Girl or boy?" asked the attendant, as each came to him. And he turned back the gray blanket or the gray quilt for the inspection of some father or mother. One old man hurried from one little form to another, look- ing only at the shoes. Down on his knees he went each time. Finally he threw up both hands. Kisses the Burned Feet. "It is she !" he cried. "I know, because this morning I fixed her shoes for the mud. I am the grandfather," he added, pa- thetically, as he bent over and kissed the pitiful little feet. A little woman, with bowed head and clasped hands, hur- ried by. "Did you find them?" asked a visitor. "Yes, ma'am. Both of them," she said, dully. Few were weeping. They had gone beyond that. They were just searching, searching. One man was gazing at an unrecognizable mass of burned flesh and bones. "It is horrible," involuntarily exclaimed a bystander, under his breath. He heard him, and looked up, "Not horrible," he said, "when your own child is here." The last row was reached. There were few white sheets here, for there was little else than a few charred bones. CHAPTER XI. TEACHERS TELL OF HORROR. PRELIMINARY INVESTIGATION AS TO THE CAUSE OF THE FIRE. Before the last charred body had been removed from the ruins of the schoolhouse an informal investigation had been begun to determine the cause of the fire. Several of the school officials claimed that an incendiary started the fire. Here are the reasons why they declared it appeared the building must have been set on fire : 1. There was no gas in the building. 2. No heating pipes ran through the lumber closet under the stairs where the fire started. 3. There were no electric wires in the closet. 4. Spontaneous combustion is not considered a feasible solution. 5. There is no evidence that the blaze was started by children in play. Certain it is that the flames were first seen near the front door coming up from the basement steps. This is directly over the closet in which three girls were hiding while playing a game. The architects scouted the theory that the flames crawled to the front of the building from the furnace. The possil^ility that a child might have accidentally caused the fire developed in the story told by Janitor Hirter, who testified that the first knowledge he had of the fire was from three girls who came up from the basement. "I ran upstairs," said Hirter, who lost three children in the THE STORY OF THE FIRE 121 fire, '"and gave the signal for fire drill — three taps on the gong. Then I threw open all of the doors leading to the outside. These consisted of two double pairs of doors in the front and rear of the building. After that I did all in my power to aid in rescuing pupils."' The testimony as to whether both rear doors were open was conflicting. The plans show the rear doors opening out, not in. Whether they were built according to the plan was in dis- pute. The evidence is, of course, destroyed. Janitor Hirter was at first made to bear the major portion of the blame. Feeling against him ran high in CoUinwood. One father, crazed by grief, made an attempt upon the life of Hirter, but wa; restrained with difficulty. Hirter was then guarded by the police. In addition to the blame, whether justified or not, that was being heaped upon him, Hirter broke down with grief over the loss of three of his own children in the fire, and for a time raved, almost beside himself. Hirter declared the fire could not have started from the furnace. The day was comparatively warm, and Hirter de- clared he maintained the fires at a lower heat than usual throughout the early part of the morning. Fearing he had not sufficiently warmed the building he was, according to his story, on his way to open the furnace drafts and increase the heat when he was met by the three little girls who told him there was a fire. As these three little girls were among the dead their knowl- edge of the fire never will be known. "I was sweeping in the basement," said Hirter, "when the three little girls came running through. Suddenly I looked and saw a wisp of smoke curling from beneath the stairway. 122 THE STORY OF THE FIRE Crying, a crowd of little children came rushing through the hallways. Those in the rear, not realizing the danger, pressed forward and crowded the line over the threshold and down the steps to tlie landing, where they were sufifocated by the flames and crushed to death in the stampede." Tales Told By Survivors. Thrilling and dramatic in the extreme are the tales of horror told by the survivors of the great fire in which so many went down to death. As soon as order was restored in the village the board of education began an investigation of the fire. The first witness was Miss Pearl Lynn, who was badly burned. Aliss Lynn said she w-as teacher of the high division, second grade, at Lake View school. Her room was at the southwest corner of the first floor. She was present Wednesday morning. School w^as called at 8:30. as usual. Matters went as usual until 9:30 or 9.35 a. m. Then a fire alarm was given. The alarm consisted oi four taps of the general gong in the lower hall. She heard the alarm. The children in her room took their places in line as quickly as they could, the first file facing the door. They didn't stop for their wTaps. There was no confusion. Good order was maintained. Everything was the same as in a fire drill, which the children supposed it was. ]\liss Lynn said they had had fire drill three times this year, always unexpectedly. In such cases the pupils rise from their seats and form in line. The teacher is at the door and opens it when they have the line formed. They form on a quick trot. i I THE STORY OF THE FIRE 123 The door is at one of the front corners of the room. The seats are arranged so the children form a double line in the broad aisle, facing the door. This program was carried out Wednesday morning. 'T was at the door," said Miss Lynn. "The door was open. There was no confusion at that time. Opening the door is the signal for the children to pass. "The door swings outward into the hall. I opened it and the children passed into the hall. As soon as they smelled the smoke they became somewhat excited. Guided the Children. 'T got on the outside to guide them. The stairway was partly filled with children when we passed out. But we had a chance to pass down at one side. "Two or three children got away from me and went down toward the west door. As soon as I got my school on the stairway I got behind them. "When I got two or three steps from the bottom of the stairs I found some of the children had fallen. To give them a chance to rise, I held the others back a little, what I could, with my body. "There was a great crush behind me. I myself was borne down. Two or three children were under me when I fell, who hadn't recovered their feet. "Ordinarily my children take the west exit in leaving the building. There are only two exits, the other being at the east side." "Does the fire drill cover any alternative in case of emer- gency? Do you ever go out the other entrance? "My children never went out the east entrance. 124 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "Alost of mine got to the entrance without stumbling. The stairway was partly filled with other children who had got out first. The west side consists of a stairway about five or six feet wide leading down. Next to that is a pair of double doors arranged to swing outward. "One door is fastened with a spring catch at the top. That door is the left. The other, at the right, fastens to the othei door. Door Usually Half Open. "During sessions this door is usually half open and the othei half is shut. By open I mean unfastened. While the chil- dren were passing out the other door was fastened at the top. "I can't tell how the fire drill is prescribed or regulated. I have had verbal instructions as to fire drills ; as to conduct- ing them. We see the children out of doors ; keep them in line outside the building until all are out. Then they march back in order. The last out are the first to go back. "My room is not the nearest to the west entrance. Miss Fiske's room and mine are equally distant from it. No other room is nearer than ours. At this point the witness was overcome and broke into sobs. When she recovered her composure she resumed : "I was not given any instructions in connection with the outer door. I know of none given to any one in connection with the outer door. The bottom of the stairs was blocked when I got there. The children under me were not of my school. T fell down owing to the crush above. The children at the bottom of the steps were not passing out freely when I got there. "The right hand door, which was open, is about three feet I THE STORY OF THE FIRE 125 wide. The children were being impeded by others who had fallen to the floor. "The other door was finally opened by Mr. Hirter the jani- tor. When I first came to the stairs I didn't see Mr. Hirter. I don't know where he was. "The first I saw of him was about one minute after we be- gan to encounter difficulties. He rushed to the door, seized it and tried to force it open. Fastened At The Top. "It was fastened at the top as usual. There was nothing wrong with it. "If both doors had been open when I reached the top of the stairs a few more of us would have been able to get out quicker than we did. If the doors were twice as wide it wouldn't have made much difference. "The stairways were not broad enough to accommodate the number of children coming down. "There was one difference not customary at fire drills. Three schools in all were using the west door, mine. Miss Fiske's and Miss Urgen's. "The last one usually went out the east door, but had encountered flames and couldn't. Mine was the second school to reach the door. "The addition of one more school than usual caused the overcrowding of the stairway. "We had always gone through the same entrance at fire drills. I know of no discussion of anything to do in case it was impossible to use the west door. "The work of rescue began right away. People came rush- ing and began taking out the children as fast as they could. 126 THE STORY OF THE FIRE I have 34 pupils. There were 33 present the morning of the fire. "The doors I have spoken of were the inner of two sets of doors, about two and one-half feet from the foot of the stairs. "Beyond these were the other doors, about the same dis- tance, or three feet, just far enough to allow the inner doors to swing outward and clear the outer doors. "The outside doors are very similar to the inner. I think both outside doors were open. I am not positive. "One was open anyway. I think both. I never examined the fastenings of the outer doors. Ordinarily in fire drills I find the outer doors standing apen. both the right and the left hand doors. "These are not storm doors, but permanent doors. They are not always standing open. "In fire drills I don't know how- it is. I always find them open or unfastened. I am not positive whether the head child has to push the doors open. Three Fire Drills Held. "We have had three fire drills since January 1, but I don't know about the opening of the doors. I don't think the outjt door is fastened at the top, as half of the inner door is. The outer doors swing outward. "This morning all the children who passed the inner door passed through the outer one. "The right hand inner door and both the outer ones were open. I could see that. "At fire drills the teachers are the only ones who assist. I don't know of any duties of the janitor in fire drills. He is THE STORY OF THE FIRE 127 usually there, near the east entrance. So far as I know he has no duties in connection with lire drills." Questioned as to how she made her escape, Miss Lynn said : "I was dragged out forcibly by the arms. Mr. Dorn was one of the men who did it. I don't know the others. One child at least was under me at the time." Smoke Brings The Panic. "My children were going down in good order," Miss Lynn resumed, "until they smelled the smoke. I don't know about the other schools. "There came a very great pressure from behind almost im- mediately. I don't know what caused it. I didn't see any flames. "I was almost sufTocated with smoke when I reached the stairs. I think the smoke was coming from the east, from the front part of the hallway. "Fire drill instructions come from the principal. I don't know who gave the signal. I don't know where Mr. Hirter was at the time." Miss Lynn, who was suffering from painful burns along her back, was then excused. CHAPTER XII. HEROINE OF FIRE, LITTLE GIRL WHO FIRST SAW THE SMOKE TELLS HER STORY. Emma Neibert the child said to have seen the smoke first and to have alarmed the janitor, was called. She said she was thirteen years old and a pupil in Miss Bodey's room. She was present Wednesday morning, had occasion to visit the basement and on her way down saw smoke coming up in the front of the hall. "I told Mr. Hirter," said the child. '"What's the matter?' I hollered to him. I think he didn't understand me. I told him again and he went and rang the fire bell. I went and stood in the front door. "I went down the stairs near the east entrance. I was just going downstairs to the basement when I saw the smoke. I didn't go on down. "Mr. Hirter came up where the smoke was and rang the fire bell. He ran right past me. There was just a little smoke coming up then. Calls Him A Second Time. "When I hollered to him the second time the rooms below were full of smoke. I stood there a long time, about five min- utes, before I called a second time. He was by the furnace. I could see him. There was just a little smoke then. (A test proved that the child's idea of "five minutes" was about 20 seconds.) "Mr. Hirter ran and sounded the bell. I ran out the front THE STORY OF THE FIRE 129 of- the building and didn't see him again. I opened one side of the door and hooked it back. Just one side of the door was open. The inside doors were open. "I only opened the outside door, which I hooked back. I put the hook on the string on the handle of the door." Emma became confused and said she pulled the door back inwardly. (It was explained that the hook was used to keep the door from shutting on its spring check when children were passing out.) Proves Herself A Heroine. "Mr. Hirter," resumed the child, "went to Miss Moran's old room to ring the bell after I called him," she said. "I ran out- side. About 10 children came out the front door. Then I went away. "I left the doors open. The right hand door was open. The right hand outer door was closed. I opened it and hooked it back. I heard no noise, I saw smoke, but no flame. "I didn't see any girls playing hide and seek in the basement this morning. I know a Lizzie — Lizzie Sodoma. She is lost. She was in Miss Gollmer's room. There was an Anna in our room. Anna Gordon. Miss Bodey is my teacher. I don't know any Mary." The girl was then excused. It was then nearly midnight. The party of teachers, only one of whom had testified, was waiting in another room. As that room had grown chilly, they were all ushered into the library, where the hearing was in progress. They presented a saddening appearance, being haggard with the experiences of the day. Joseph Neill was called. He lived near the building. He 130 THE STORY OF THE FIRE was taking care of his baby and his wife was out hanging up clothes when she saw the fire and called to him. He ran over to the school. "There were quite a number of teachers and children on the fire escape then," he said. "We got them all down. I went to the back door and found a pile of young ones burning to death. "AVe pulled them out as long as we could. The south door was open. "I tried to pull down the wooden partition to give us more room. I don't know about the north door. The space between the doors wps about five feet wide. The doors swung out. Did Not Notice It. "I didn't notice the condition of the inside doors. The}- were open, whatever way they swung. I think the south door was fastened open. "1 ran home to get an ax to knock out the partition. When I got back I couldn't get near the building. I live 400 or 500 feet from the building on the same side of the street to the north. "I think it was not more than 10 or 15 minutes at the out- side before it was all over and we could do no more." Janitor Tells Story. When Fred Hirter. janitor of the school, who was at first blamed for the tragedy, was called, a hush fell on the room. He gave his testimony with remarkable coherence, consid- ering that he had lost three of his own children in the disaster. "I am janitor of the Lake View building," he said. "I have charge of the whole building. I have no assistance. • i \ THE STORY OF THE FIRE 131 "I do the cleaning, heating and so on. I have been there a 3'ear, since the addition of four rooms was built a year ago. Before that my wife had it and I helped her before going to work in the morning. I had a job. My woman fired the boilers. "At night I went and wheeled the coal for the next day and did the heavy work. I was a car inspector for 14 years for Air. Mooney. "I had worked in greenhouses in Germany for about 16 years and fired the boilers. That was steam heating boilers, about the same as in the school. In Excellent Condition. "The heating apparatus in the school building was in first- rate condition all the time. We had had no trouble within a week. The furnaces were not smoking or acting badly. I had had no trouble in heating the building. I told the teachers this morning that one or two pounds of steam would keep them warm. "At 9 :30 I went down and found the steam down to a pound or a pound and a half. The fire was very low. I just shoveled in two or three shovelfuls of coal in each furnace. Then 1 shut the dampers and swept the basement, the fire pit, as usual. "Then a little girl came down on the stairway. She called me and said there was a fire in the building. I told her to run out. "I went and rang the bell. I notified the teachers. I tried to open the windows and knocked them out when I couldn't. I think there were three girls in the hall. "If you were to kill me, I couldn't tell what girl it was that called me. There wasn't much smoke then. I ran to Miss 132 THE STORY OF THE FIRE Irwin's room and rang the bell there. That was No. 1 room on the first floor. The bell was in there. "There was no bell in the basement. On the second floor in No. 5 room is a bell (connection). Miss Irwin's room is in the northeast corner. "I ran past where the smoke was near the east entrance and went up stairs to the room. "When I came back the basement stairs were blazing al- ready and I couldn't get down the basement any more. It wasn't more than half a minute. It would have been nearer if there had been an alarm in the basement. Smoke Near The Landing. "I first saw the smoke in the center of the steps right near the landing of the stairs leading to the east door . The smoke was right at the turn where you go down to the basement. It was at the head of the basement stairs. The stairway is about half as wide as the landing. At this point Prosecuting Attorney McMahon and Assistant Prosecutor Carey arrived. "I was not asked to be present. I heard of the inquiry and came out," said McMahon. "My only official interest here lies in the question whether a crime has been committed. If so, I want to learn all that is to be known." "The doors are about two and one-half or three feet wide, that is, each half of the door," said Hirter, resuming. "The right hand door as you go out is fastened and the left hand door is open. Both the inner doors are always open. The inside doors are not fastened at the top by a bolt, never. "They could be fastened by the knobs, but never were. That THE STORY OF THE FIRE 133 is, the right hand door. The left hand door couldn't be fas- tened at all. There was no catch on it at all ; only a handle on the outside. "The inside doors stand unfastened all the time. They are not even closed. They were open this morning. I opened the outside doors myself when I saw the smoke. (Emma Neibert said she did this.) "They were just closed, not locked, when I came to them, I have both open when the children come down in fire drills. I have the right hand outer door bolted at the top during school hours. This morning I opened the door and fastened it back with the hook and chain. One half of the door has a door check and has to be chained. The other has no check and will stand open. Shut But Not Locked. "Then I ran up the stairway and went to the back door. The outside door was shut, but not locked. "I don't lock the doors except at 6 o'clock when I go home. At the west door there was nobody there. I opened the inner and outer doors. "Both the inner and outer doors were closed. One side, the left, was fastened. I don't know why the left hand door was fastened at this side of the building and the right hand door at the east side, except that the bolts are on that side. "I went and pushed up the bolt and hooked the door back. I saw nothing there, in the back part of the building. "Then I ran back to Miss Rose's room. I had opened the four back doors, all of them. (Miss Lynn had testified that she found one of them closed and fastened at the top.) 134 THE STORY OF THE FIRE These doors were all wide open before the children came down the stairway. "I went to Miss Rose's room, No. 2, and saw some boys in there. I opened the windows and let them out. Miss Rose's room is the southeast one on the first fioor. Miss Rose was already out. "There was no more line of children in the room. I met children at the top of the stairs on the main landing at the west entrance. "They were coming fast. I didn't stop there. I helped two boys out. One fell outside. I jumped out of a window to help him. "I saw Miss Rose trying to open the door, the inside door, which somebody had closed again. Miss Rose was trying to open it. ''There was hardly any smoke there. It just came along the ceiling. The east entrance has an iron gate in front of it. It was open. It has been open since about a month ago. "That gate was open. I swear to that. The doors were all open, I swear to that. I did all I could. Finds Door Half Closed. "I went out the window to pick up a little boy who fell down. I found the door half closed. Miss Rose couldn't open it. I don't know why. "The bolt at the top has to be turned with the hand. The bolt was in perfect order at the rear entrance. At the front there is no bolt at all. It is not a spring bolt and won't close itself. "So I turned on it and opened it as before. When shut it catches without turning. It must have blown shut. i THE STORY OF THE FIRE 135 "I never gave a fire alarm before. I just went in Miss Ir- win's room and pulled it three times. "I never had any instructions about that, but had heard the principal give it a dozen times. My order is to open the doors as soon as I hear the alarm. Orders Given Verbally. "The board of education and Miss Moran, the principal, gave me those orders verbally. She didn't say which to open first. She simply said to open the doors as soon as I could. ■'When I came up from the basement the first thing I did was to ring the alarm. Then I went and opened the doors. "All the outside doors were closed. One was bolted at each entrance. We had a fire drill obout two or three weeks ago. We have had them twice since January. "There was never any way of fastening the left hand doors back. Dark Doom Under Stairway. "There was nothing under the stairs when I first saw the smoke except a dark little room," continued the janitor. "Nothing is there but a box in which I fix up lime, with boards over it. The box had some lime in it. I got it last fall. I used it for whitewashing the basement. I had slacked it all before school began last fall. I had added no lime since then. "The box was about one and one-half by two feet. It was about half full of lime. The box had been under there for seven years. "The place has a door and is a sort of closet under the stairs going into the basement. It was all slacked lime in that box." 136 THE STORY OF THE FIRE Replying to questions, the janitor said: "It was dry down there. I scrub those stairs. Water may run through. I last scrubbed them Saturday. Xo doubt some water leaked through the stairs into the box. Steam Pipe In Closet. "One steam pipe runs through the closet. It is covered with asbestos. The stairs are Georgia pine. "The pipe is not closer than three inches to the woodwork. The pipe and the asbestos were all right about a week ago. "The closet door has a key, but was open today. I had looked in there about an hour before. "Some girls were hiding in there. This was about 8 to 8:30. There was nothing in there when I drove the girls out. "I didn't notice whether there was anything in there. I didn't see anything, hear anything or smell anything." It was explained that the steam pipe mentioned was a cir- culation pipe, returning to the furnace, and was never very hot. "I don't know who the girls were in there." said Hirter. "They were little girls, fourth or fifth grade girls. I never saw any electric wires in there. There was none there. "We light the building by electricity, but there were no wires in there. "The nearest wire is by the boiler. There is a light in the vestibule at the east entrance." Any Boys Smoking? Question — Did you ever see any boys smoking in the base- ment? Hirter — Xot this year. There were some last season, but I haven't caught any boys smoking in the building this year. "I don't use any matches in the building," the janitor con- THE STORY OF THE FIRE 137 tinned. 'T don't need any. I ain't got any in the building. I keep a fire all night and Sunday and bank it. "The valve on the little boiler is set at 15 pounds and on the big one at 10 pounds pressure before the safety valve acts. I never meddled with the valves. They were just as they were left. "There were three or four girls hiding in the closet. I can't tell any of their names. They had been attending the school three, four or five years. "They were about ten years old. I could tell them by sight. I never heard their last names. One of them was named Lizzie. One was Anna. One was Mary. If they are living yet I don't know. Playing Hide And Seek. "They were playing hide and seek. It happened many times like that. "They were just standing there in the closet, all three, wait- ing for some girl to come and find them. I don't know what girl was to find them. "They closed the door and stood inside in the dark. I heard them laughing. I opened the door and chased them out. The door has only a catch with a knob inside and outside. "The closet is about 25 feet east from the furnace door. There is a cement fioor in the basement and closet. "There was nothing in there but the little boards and possi- bly a little sawdust left from what I used in sweeping and the lime box. I keep no oil in the building. I used to have a little oil upstairs to put in a pan for the floor brushes. "I carry out the ashes every morning after the school is in. It takes about 20 minutes. I did it this morning." CHAPTER XIII. TRY TO SAVE SCHOLARS. TEACHER WHO LOST NEARLY ALL HER FLOCK GIVES GRAPHIC RECITAL. Miss Ethel Rose, 959 Adams avenue, teacher, told a graphic story. She said her room was No. 2 at the southeast corner of the first floor. "When I heard the alarm I opened the door and told the children to run outside as quickly as they could,"' she said. "The fire alarm is three gongs. It was the first time I had had a fire drill with this class. They had been in the building only four weeks. I can't say when we had the last drill. I think only once since Christmas. "Miss Moran gives the fire drill instructions. I line up the children as quickly as possibly, take them down the right hand side of the stairs, out the front door and around to the right to the same side of the building as my room. "This class not having had a fire drill, I told them to get in line and get out as fast as they could. I opened the door and went into the hall and they followed. Blocks Basement Doors, "I saw them all out of the room. I went downstairs, blocked the basement stairs and all went out the front door. I had 34 enrolled. Three were absent this morning. "In fire drills we always go out the same way. There are no instructions about varying the program at any time. "The two inner front doors were standing open. The one to the left was fastened back. They swung outward. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 139 "My children were the first ones to go out there. I didn't notice a girl of twelve standing there. "Of the outer doors the left one was open and fastened with a chain and hook. The right-hand door, I think, was open. These doors are ordinarily open. "The right-hand door is generally closed when the children leave the building. I think this time the doors were open. I noticed there was more room than usual for the children to get out. "I noticed Miss Irwin trying to get her children out the back way. I tried to go to her through the hall. The flames were coming up. I went around outside. That took about a minute. Open And Fastened Back. "At the back the outer right-hand door as you go out was open and fastened back. The left-hand door I think was open. "The inner left hand door as you go out was closed. I tried to open it. I grapsed it with both hands and pulled. I could not open it. "I tried to help the children out. I tried to open the door again. Flames leaped out over my head. Then some men came and opened it. I saw Mr. Dorn and Mr, Hirter. I don't know who opened the door. "The inner left hand door was closed. Children were piling up behind it in the entry. "I don't think it was over two minutes after I tried to open the door till it was opened. Just as they opened the door some one grabbed me and shoved me out. "There were no children in the space between the outer and 140 THE STORY OF THE FIRE inner doors. They were piled on the stairs. It wasn't three minutes from the time the gong sounded until it was all over. "It wasn't a second until I had my door open. I was stand- ing right by it. My children were the first out of the east entrance. * "As I stood at the head of the basement stairs flames were coming up a foot from me, and while the children were coming out. "Some were frightened and fell and 1 picked them up. I heard no explosion. My children had been in school about a month. Their average age was six or seven years. I think they all got out. "I could tell by those at the rear of the line, who were the largest children. I didn't count them. ' It is possible some might have turned back. The were frightened because they could see the flames." Principal Moran's Story. Anna Moran ,the principal, living at 4905 Westrupp avenue, told the investigators that she had been principal of Lake View since the school was built six years ago. "Four rooms were added a year ago, making nine in use as schoolrooms," she continued. "As to fire drills, the teachers were told that the signal was three gongs, which side of the stairways to use, where to go outside, to go out in order and come back in order. "It must have been a month since we had a drill. The weather was too cold through February. I think we had had only one since January 1. Miss Rose's was the only class that had come in since then. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 141 "At the tap of the bell.'' continued Miss ]\Ioran, "the chil- dren get right up out of their seats, go to the side of the room and march down and out. "The teachers are to see that they keep moving. They go with the children. The children do not go to the cloakrooms to get their wraps. Each grade has a particular stairway entrance. "Mr. Hirter is notified to open the doors. I have told him to get them open as quickly as he can. At drills we have never been blocked or had to hesitate a moment. "My room was on the second floor at the northeast corner. The first grades are out before I get down. One door is a spring door and would come back if we pushed it open. There is one of this sort at each entrance. "All of them open out, certainly. The schoolroom and class room doors also. I usually give the fire drill alarm. It can be rung from my room or ]\Iiss Irwin's room. There is no way of giving it from the basement. Did Not Give The Signal. 'T realized more quickly than anybody else that this was not a fire drill, because I had not given the signal. "Flames and smoke were coming up the front stairs. I asked my children to go back to the fire escape in the library. I am afraid not many of them went. "They thought they were nearer safety on the first floor than to go back to the second floor with me to the fire escape. This couldn't have been more than a minute after the alarm was given. "I went back up. I met children coming down. I couldn't stop them. I went into the library with some. 142 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "I smashed a window with a chair. The wind blew the door shut. I went back and looked into the hall. "It was dense with smoke. I couldn't see a child there. I went back to the window and down the fire escape. "I went around back. The doors were all open then. Men were there getting children out. Those doors swung outward. "Fire drills have been given in this way for three years or more. There has never been any variation in the program. Xew pupils are not instructed individually. We never had any trouble as to that. They get riglit up and go along out with the others. Children Won't Follow Teacher. "I lost a great many of my children, nearly all of them," concluded Miss Moran, tears filling her eyes. "I couldn't get them to follow me back to the second floor to the fire escape." Aliss Moran was then asked a few questions. "The janitor was always in the building when needed," she said. "We have no trouble with the heating apparatus. "There never was any smoke in the building. It was satis- factorily heated all the time except one day after vacation, when the third floor was not warm enough. "It was comfortable this morning; not overheated. The boiler was in the center of the building, 15 or 20 feet west from the place where the flames came up. Small Room Under Stairs. "Under the stairs there was a small room in which ink was kept, perhaps tools. I have never seen any rubbish there. Sometimes there was a stepladder. "This closet is north from the stairwav. The flames seemed I i i THE STORY OF THE FIRE 143 to come from the south side. Under that point might be the edge of this closet. I think the fire crept under the floor to the stairway opening and burst out when the opened doors admitted the draft. "I heard an explosion half an hour after we got out of the building. There was not a sound before that. "Mr. Hirter takes ashes out of the side door and piles them north of the building." Boy Tells His Story. The next witness was little Walter Skelly, a manly lad of six, who tried to tell just how things happened. He spoke up bravely, but became somewhat confused at times. "I live on Sackett street," he said. "I am in Miss Lynn's room. I heard the gong ring. Miss Lynn opened the door. "We ran out. I caught hold of the little kids so I wouldn't fall. We ran for the door. We went home then. We came down the back way. The door was open. The right-hand door was open. The left-hand door wasn't open. I was the first boy to get out. The second door was shut. I couldn't open it. "Five boys got out before me. I bumped a kid and he bumped the door and pushed it open. "Mr. Hirter opened the door. I was there when Mr. Hirter came. I waited there four minutes." Describes Panic Of Death. Katherine Gollmer, 4919 Westrupp avenue, teacher of the northwest room on the second floor, told her story : "My children were from nine to twelve years old. I had no Lizzie. There was Anna Widmar and Mary Schednick in my room and Elizabeth Sodoma. 144 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "All were about eleven years old. I don't think they played together much. They were not chums especially. "At the alarm the children rushed up out of their seats. A boy opened the door. I went out with the children. I said, 'Fire drill.' "I looked back and saw them all out. I told them to rush. I got down last. I saw the jam. "The outside door, the right-hand half of it, was only half open. I called and beckoned them to come back. "Miss Moran was there. I went with her and such children as would follow to the library and out on the fire escape. I went to the door as soon as I struck the ground. "I tried to open.it. I saw hands stretched out. I took hold of the hands and tried to pull the children out, but couldn't. "I tried to get the door open. A man was there, Mr. Hir- ter, I think. The door was fastened at the top. My children always went out the west door. "This morning the left hand door, going out, was closed. "My children were panic stricken when they saw the flames. They seemed to reach to the ceiling when we got there. "I told them to rush. I wanted them to go out quickly. I never told them to 'rush' before in a fire drill. "This is my second year in the building. We have had sev- eral fire drills this year. We have to go into the library to get to the fire escape. "The fire drills don't involve any use of the fire escapes." Lulu Rowley, teacher of No. 6 room, A third grade, telling her story for the second time, said that her room was at the southeast corner of the second floor. "At fire drills I always tell the children to get a. nartncr and THE STORY OF THE FIRE 145 not to rush," she said. "They follow the school' ahead, if there is any. "We usually go out the front door. Today the flames were coming up and we went to the west door. Fire Blocks the Stairs. "The fire was then blocking the stairs. I went down with the children. We couldn't get out the front way. Flames were coming up right between the banisters. "I didn't go back upstairs. The children were crowded in the back stairway. Miss Irwin and I went into Miss Fiske's room. "Some children followed us. We threw them out the win- dows and followed ourselves. "I picked up a boy with the skin torn from his face and hands. His face was all blood. He told me he couldn't see. "I carried him out of the way and came back. It couldn't have leen more than two and one-half minutes from the time the gong sounded till I was out of the building and back at the rear door and it was all over. "This is my fifth year in the building. We had at least one drill before this year. There was no change of instructions. The exits were always open. It was the janitor's duty to open them." Heroine-Teacher Stays. Laura Bodey, 978 Collamer street, said that she was a teach- er in the building, her room being the auditorium on the third floor: "My children are in the fifth A and B grades," she said. "This was my fifth week. I had had no fire drill in that time and no instructions. 146 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "Ihe children had had it and knew what to do, only when they saw the smoke and fire they called 'Fire!' "I stayed until every child was out of the windows and down the fire escape. I found a little boy with his hands and face hurt and took him out in front. "I went around to the west door. There was a wide space, as Wide as if the doors were open. "I didn't get the children in line. Some of mine were missing. They went down the back stairway." F. J. Dorn's Tale. Frank J. Dorn, member of the school board and father of one of the little victims, said that he reached the building shortly after the fire started. "I went to the west door," he said. "I first found a little girl lying 10 or 12 feet from the building, with her head bat- tered, her clothes burning. I carried her a little way and gave her to some women. I went back to the doors. Both were open. "The inner door on the north side w^as wired back to the radiator. The first thing I thought of was to tear out the mid- dle partition ; that is, besides the inner vestibule doors, four or five feet back from the outer doors. "The partition crosses parallel with the outside walls. Dou- ble doors were hung in it with side panels of glass. The en- trance was about five feet wide. The partitions were about 18 to 24 inches wide. "On my way to the fire I met my little girl, who told me to hurry up and save 'little sister.' She always called her 'little sister.' She said she was burning up. I helped pull out six or se\ en children. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 147 "Just imagine 75 children in front of you, calling you by name and stretching out their hands and begging you to save them ! With their hair on fire and their clothes burning ! "I helped to pull out Miss Lynn. When I got there I didn't notice any children outside." R. W. Galloway, living near the school, said : "I got there about 9:25 a. m. I was starting for work when I saw the fire, and threw my grip back into the store and called to Mr. Hausrath and went to the fire. 'T helped get them out, what I could, at the back door, the west door. "One door was about half closed and half open. The crowd was against it outside as much as inside. "Mr. Hausrath and I tried to break down the railing. We smashed the glass, but couldn't get the partition out. Saves Many Children. "Finally we took the children as they came over the top of the pile. A teacher, a lady, anyway, was the first to call for help. "Mr. Schaeffer, a tailor down by the Lake Shore, got hold of his boy's hand. I should call the door about half way open. "The crowd of children was back of the partition. I couldn't say how wide the partition was. I was not at the east doors at all. "Hirter was there trying to get the children out, the same as the rest of us. We were pulling children off the top. "Those who were strong enough were climbing over the top. Some fell back. Most of them were underneath and we ■couldn't move them." Daniel H. Farnam, 3892 West 36th street, Cleveland, said : 148 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "I am a draughtsman for Searles, Hirsh & Gavin, architects. I had charge of the drawings for the addition to the school building. I am acquainted with the plans for the addition es- pecially. We constructed the west four rooms. "The width of the vestibule is 10 feet eight inches. The stairs going up are five feet eight inches wide. The finish of the stairs is yellow pine. "The vestibule is about five feet deep from the inner to the outer doors. The doorways were five feet wide, outer and inner. All four doors swung out, "The doors were hung in a w^ooden partition with glass panels at the sides. The partitions are less than 23/2 feet wide at each side — little more than two feet. Georgia yellow pine is a usual material for a building of that grade. I would not say that it is more than usually inflammable. Four Rooms in Basement. "Th"ere were four rooms in the basement, corresponding with the rooms above, and a long hall. The heating plant was in the center of the octagonal space. The closet mentioned was closed with a ceiled partition. "The octagonal space had a plastered ceiling. It was fenced off with a slat fence of pine. A pit 26 or 28 inches deep was inside the fence. You had to step down into it to get to the boilers. "I have worked more or less on the plans for 10 or 12 school- houses. "This building would stand no comparison whatever with a fireproof school like the Shaw Building in East Cleveland, but compares with the class of schools built in small towns'. "It was approved construction for such school buildings." CHAPTER XIV. CHILDREN'S SACRIFICES. PATHETIC SCENES ARE ENACTED IN ALL HOMES IN THE VILLAGE. Collinwood mourned for her children that are not, even while the official investigation of the fire was in progress. Up and down the principal street, Collamer avenue, on either side of the burned Lakeview school, there was hardly a home where some little loved one was not missing. It was the same on the side streets. Everywhere within a radius of half a mile was misery, hopelessness and the gloom of death. Over the home of Mrs. Paul Sprung, two doors east of the school, the silence of utter desolation had settled. Everything was as it had been when little Alvin, 7, the only boy, went clumping out in the morning after his goodbye kiss. You'll Be Late. In the living room stood his little table piled high with pic- ture books. Jack and the Bean Stalk lay just as he left it when warned — "You'll be late for school." The tiny chair pushed back and a little sidewise told a mute story of how the little fellow had slid lingeringly out. Through the open back door of the dining room his black- board peered. A house with the many-windowed front and roof going to a wobbly point, which every mother knows, stood out white from the vigorous strokes of his baby hands. The mother came in like an appariiton. Her face was blood- 150 THE STORY OF THE FIRE less. Great dark shadows lay under her eyes. Her hands hung listless. There was no sign of life, but her noiseless glide. "My boy Alvin ; yes, he's dead," she said monotonously. Then her eyes fell on the little table and chair. "Oh, you can't think how it was," she burst out. "It was such a little time that he'd been gone. I heard the commotion. I ran to the door and saw them piled high on each other; screaming, struggling — I caught their hands. I pulled at them. But I couldn't do anything — I — I couldn't." The dry sobs ceased. The slender hands hung lifeless again. "I'm just waiting for my boy to be brought home," she mur- mured, turning away with the dullness of despair. Three Little Ones Gone. At the home of James D. Turner, 436 CoUamer avenue, a few houses west of the school, three little boys went down to death in that awful heap of charred bodies. James 14, Norman 9, and Maxwell 6 — all were lost. Mjs Turner sat in a low chair. Her head was sunk on her bosom. She rocked moaning back and forth — back and forth. "We fear for her," said the father chokingly. "She has not been well ; and she just can't give them up. She insists that our Jim is not dead. "Jim was such a gritty lad." Turner's lips trembled, but loving pride was in the tone. "Tlie children say he got out by breaking a window, but went back in again to get his brothers. No one saw him come out." Oh. the bravery of those little heroes! Could anything be finer than the way they turned back into the flames and smoke to hunt for little brothers and sisters ! Edna Hebler, 14, 4908 Westropp avenue, also lost her life THE STORY OF THE FIRE 151 in the same way. She went safely down the fire escape with other children, and started away, when the thought of her little 6-year-old sister Melba's danger drove her back. Up the fire escape she climbed, and made her way down inside to the first floor to die, while the little sister was safely at home. Walter Hirter, 10, son of the janitor, was another little hero. He was one of the first children to escape. He started to run across the street to his home when, "Ida, Ida," he called. Back he rushed to save his little 8-year-old sister, only to fall with her. Two White-Faced Girls. At 432 Collamer avenue, in the Gordon home, two white- faced little girls clung to their sobbing mother, trying to com- fort her for the sister Ruth they couldn't save. Annie, 10, with the bravery of childhood, was the spokes- man. She told of her own remarkable escape barely touching on her heroism. 'T was on the third floor," she said. 'T ran down to the first and saw the door jammed. "Then I ran up to the second to the library. The fire es- cape runs past that. I pounded on the window. It wouldn't open, so I ran to the first again. "A window in the first grade room was open. I ran and called to other children to come. I got some to, and we jump- ed out." Mrs. Gordon cuddled her little ones close. "Oh, my three girlies. I was so proud of them," she cried, "and I'll never hold mv Ruthie agfain." 152 THE STORY OF THE FIRE A little farther up the street, at No. 521, a man in his shop clothes paced wildly up and down. "Annie and Sofie, Annie and Sofie," he said over and over again. It was Joe Widmar, who had lost two of his big brood of babies. "Oh God, I couldn't get there in time," he groaned. "What it the use of my strong arms ! They didn't save my girls. I ran ; I rode. I don't know how I got there — and saw only bones." There were no signs of living in those stricken homes. Food was uncooked. Fires went out. People sat helpless, speech- less. Even the children seemed afraid to talk. A Pall Over Every House. It was awful. A pall hung over every house. ^Mothers with minds strained to the snapping point ran madly about. It was feared that Mrs. Salvatore Caranova, 5314 Stone avenue, whose only daughter, ]\Iargarite, was among the lost would lose her mind. The frantic woman tore her hair ; she beat her breasts. Her shrieks could be heard a block away. But what a blessing the younger babies were. Their help- less cries were all that saved many a mother's reason. Their soft snuggling in the hungry arms brought the merciful tears. At the Schubert home, 5411 Lake street, Max Schubert, the father, sat bowed and broken, hot tears dropping on his big hands. His wife, with misery-drawn face, held her baby close. They had lost their first born, Verna, 12, for whom they had hoped and planned and lived. "I couldn't stand it but for the babv," moaned the mother, as THE STORY OF THE FIRE 153 she snuggled her cold face beside the tiny warm one. "My sister-in-law, Mrs. Potter, saw Verna on that pile of children at the door — saw her burn and couldn't get her out." Henry Ellis, 4613 Westropp avenue, was one of the first to reach the scene. "The children were corded up, like wood," he said. "The little ones, mostly girls, were patient, and only held out their arms to us in a plea for us to save them. "God knows we tried, but they were wedged in there so that a giant could not have moved them. "We lifted off those at the top, one after another, until the fire came and killed them as we worked. "I saw one little girl take the shawl which protected her own head for a moment, and wrap it about a littler boy, whom she held close to her and comforted as they died. They were in behind, and we could not reach them." Mrs. A. A. Hunter, wife of the secretary of the Western Re- serve Woolen Company, ran to the fire to search for her boy. "I think more of the children should have been saved," she said. "The school rooms did not burn until after the halls were afire, but the firemen kept pouring water on the front of the building. If they had sprinkled it on the children many of them might not have died." Smaller Children Beneath. Max Schubert worked at the heap of babes, in which his own little girl, Verna, was being burned to death. "The inner doors were open," he said. "The smaller chil- dren were underneath. Emil Pahner and I took hold of one little chap, and pulled with all our strength, but we could not move him. 154 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "Then came the jet of flame, which withered them before oui eyes, and horror stricken, we were driven back from that heap of little ones." George Getzein, construction superintendent of the Cuya- hoga Telephone Company, set his whole force of linemen to work at the task of rescue. "Two of them lifted me up to a window, which I broke in, on the north side," he said. "It opened into a schoolroom, but there were no children there. They were gathered on the stairs, and the fire was in the center of the building. "It spread so rapidly that we were driven back by the heat even as I was preparing to jump inside. "We then tried to force the front door, which opened in- ward. I think. We failed, until after the children within were dead." Caught in a Pen. "One-half of the inner double doors were closed," said Pa- trolman Wohl of the Collinwood department. "It was the narrowness of the corridor that caught them as in a pen." The janitor, Fred Hirter, 477 Collamer street, lost three chil- dren, Walter, fifteen; Helena, thirteen, and Edith, eight. "A little girl ran to me," he said, "and told me the place was burning. Her hair was afire. I was inside the building when it happened." It was said that the child who notified him was Helena, his own daughter. The janitor was compelled to keep his doors locked Wed- nesday to avoid attacks from crazed mothers. Of the nine teachers at. the North Collinwood school, only THE STORY OF THE FIRE 155 two, Miss Katherine Weiler and Miss Grace Fiske, went down to death with the little ones intrusted to their care, said Doro- thy Dale. Both fought to turn the frightened children from that death pit at the rear door, till the flames burned the strength from their arms. Both begged and entreated and comforted till the choking fumes stilled their voices. Both fell charred and almost fleshless trying to save their little flocks. And escape was in a jump from the windows, 20 feet away. The bones of a woman believed to be Miss Weiler were found a few hours later. They were locked in' the tangle of little legs and arms that she had tried so hard to set free. Dying Amid Corpses. Miss Fiske was not quite dead when found. She had tried to protect the clinging children with her clothing. The forms of two little ones were wrapped in her skirts.. She died at noon at the Glenville hospital. Miss Weiler taught a second grade on the second floor. There were 39 7-year-old babies in her room. At the sound of the gong she started the line of little figures down the back stairs. The smoke was already rising around them. As she saw the jam at the door, she tried to call them back. Children who escaped say her voice rose above the screams and crackling flames. But the children were so tiny they saw but one thing, the door that habit told them meant air and freedom. She pulled at them. She tossed them back. 156 THE STORY OF THE FIRE But it was fruitless. They hurled themselves forward to be borne down by that struggling mass in the hall below. And she went down with them. ]\Iiss Fiske also taught a second grade. She turned her 44 pupils to the back stairw^ay because the little first graders were going out so slowly at the front. Max Schubert, of gigantic stature, saw her at the door. "She was jammed so tight against it she couldn't move," he said. "She was half in and half out. I tried to pull her out. I tried to pull children out, but they were wedged so tightly, I couldn't." Aliss Weiler w^as the daughter of Rev. Gustav N. Weiler, pastor of the German Methodist church Pittsburg. She lived at the home of F. W. Lindow, 2217 E. 81st street. Mis Fiske lived on Orvillc avenue, N. E. Fireman Makes Exciting Race. Fireman John O'Brien of No. I's house, Cleveland, made the most exciting trip to the Collinwood fire. Tlie first message was that the stairways of the school had been burned and that scores of children were imprisoned in the third floor of the burning building. A newspaper telephoned to fire headquarters and for an au- tomobile. Capt. Ney at headquarters answered. "Will the chief let the newspaper send a fire net and a fire- man out to that fire in an automobile?" The chief would. Meantime an automobile dashed up to No. I's house. It was a limousine machine — one of the inclosed affairs. A fire net is a big circle of padded, hammock-like mesh fas- THE STORY OF THE FIRE 157 tened to a big" jointed iron frame. To put this ungainly thing in a closed automobile was impossible, but the fireman piled it up on top and John O'Brien, a six-footer, scrambled up and sat on the wabbling thing. The roof of the auto squeaked and groaned, but the fireman only called down to the line: "Give 'er hell. It's worth smashing the whole outfit to save one kid's life." Then the auto started for Collinwood. Over good pave- ments, bad ones and none at all, it dashed. O'Brien clung to the top of the machine and to his ungainly lifenet, the auto swayed and cracked. And arrived to late. But the willingness to do and dare was there, and from No. I's house, on St. Clair avenue near East Ninth street, to the place of the fire, including a sea of mud in Collinwood's streets, the run was made in a few seconds under 19 minutes. Gives Life To Save Others From Awful Death. Among the little heroes of the awful day was James Turner, fourteen, 436 Collamer avenue, whose charred body later rested in Shepherd's morgue beside his two brothers, Norman, eight, and Max, six, for whom he gave up his life in a vain eft'ort to save them. James had jumped from a window and was safe, when suddenly he remembered his two little brothers imprisoned like rats in the burning building. Back through a window he climbed. His father, J. T. Turner, identified all his dead. The greatest havoc was wrought among the children of Lake Shore shops and round house employes, and employes 158 THE STORY OF THE FIRE of the Browning Engineering Company. Several children of brakemen and firemen were killed. A message sent to Fred W. Hook, passenger brakeman, at Buflfalo apprised him of the death of his boy, Wilfred, eight. Most of the bereaved fam- ilies were foreigners, but several children of well-to-do fam- ilies were among the dead. Death the Great Leveler. In the presence of the great leveler Death, rich and poor were equal. Women in furs sobbed upon the shoulders of lowly foreigners in calico. J\Ien of far different strata of so- ciety grasped each other's hands and shed tears for each other. In the gloomy storehouse death, grim, unyielding, unspeak- ing. ruled supreme, yet it brought in its train, charity, love and richest flowering of human kindness. In the world with- out, birds sang and sun shone, and the thousand noises of city life proclaimed the relentless fact that the catastrophe which brought desolation to hundreds of homes had left the great world untouched. They had no dead to identify. Every Ambulance Busy. Everv ambulance in the East End answered the general ambulance alarm following the discovery of the fire. Twenty wagons and crews were engaged from 9:40 o'clock in the morning until after 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Even at 8 o'clock several crews had not returned to the barns. Drivers and attendants were exhausted physically by the. actual ex- ertion of carrying away the dead and dying. Ambulance men steeped in the horrors of accidents were horrified at the spectacles they were compelled to witness. Never in their lives had they seen such scenes as those of the THE STORY OF THE FIRE 159 fire. Hogan's, Shepherd's, Mapes', Ziehm's, Abel's, Monreal's and Jenning's and Hazenpflug's wagons responded to the call. All of them sent every wagon available. Hogan sent three ambulances from his East End office, John and St. Clair street. They left the barn at 9:30 o'clock. The first load was seven bodies. These were taken to the Hogan morgue. Instructions were received, however, to take the bodies to the Lake Shore shops. After that all bodies were taken to the shops. One dead girl was taken to her home. Forty-eight bodies were carried during the day. At 8 o'clock in the evening two wagons were still busy taking the identified dead to their homes. Mapes sent two wagons, working late into the night. All bodies were taken to the Lake Shore. Six ambulances were sent out by R. G. Shepherd, whose morgue is near the school. On account of its location this morgue was used for the dead. At 8 o'clock Shepherd had hauled forty-five bodies and more were constantly being received. Ziehm's three wagons hauled thirty-eight, all to the Lake Shore. Abel had three wagons out, hauling thirty-two. Two wagons from Monreal's hauled forty-three bodies. One wagon was out all night. Jennings and Hasenpflug had one wagon out, carrying fifteen bodies. The driver of this wagon made eleven trips. Like Great Slaughter House. "Never in all my life have I witnessed such horrible sights,'' said R. G. Shepherd, an ambulance man. "I have seen the effects of some terrible affairs, but this one was inexpressibly horrible. We soon found that it was of but little use to try to save any lives. All were dead by the time we could get to 160 THE STORY OF THE FIRE them. It was like a great slaughter house — that school. Only- it was an abattoir made more terrible by the fire which burned and charred each body." The reports of the ambulance men were but partially com- piled. So many bodies were handled that the drivers them- selves hardly knew how many bodies they carried. Early in the evening calls began arriving at the dififerent stations asking that wagons be sent again to the Lake Shore ware- house. Parents of the identified were beginning to take home the remains of their loved ones. All night this was kept up. Come Back Soon. ? > w i. AefcW ^^'■'-HU- iiiPi h -a O o o o JZ u V JZ X SI c bi) c o o o c H 3 O X c '5JQ c W -a c u o o O 3 o a V o J3 « 1 1 ^^^i^ ■-^'-^^'k"^^^ 1 alU i £: ■^ -^ .1 ^ 3 O c o o o U V JZ c "5 c4 CHAPTER XV. MOTHERS WAIL FOR BABIES. WEEPING TEACHERS VISIT PARENTS IN AN EFFORT TO COMFORT. Their eyes red from crying, tears still running down their cheeks, the teachers that escaped the holocaust visited the homes of all their pupils. Having no official list with the addresses, they stopped at every house within a mile of the ruins. "Are any of your children missing?" was the first question the teachers asked. Tear-stained eyes of mothers answered affirmatively in nearly every house. Few homes there were near the school that had not a missing one. In some instances two, and even three, were gone. Moaning and loud crying often told the young women be- _fore they knocked at the door that their list of fatalities was to be augmented. Calling for Her Babies. "My babies! my babies! Why did you let them burn? Won't I ever see my little boy again?" the heart-broken mother would cry. Miss Lulu Rowley, teacher of the third grade — more than half of the children of her room perished — answered all the questions put to her by the parents as best she could. Fre- quently she broke down. Then she would wring her hands and say : "If they had only done as I said. But the dear little things 178 THE STORY OF THE FIRE saw daylight through the smoke at the open door in the rear. Then they rushed into the mass jammed in the doorway. Your child probably was with them." Parents in a Rage. Some of the parents whose children lay charred in the im- provised morgue at the Lake Shore yards, spoke kindly to the teachers, but many flew into a rage. "Never again will I let my boy go to school." fairly shouted a foreigner, who had lost his little girl. "Why didn't you bring my little girls with you?" cried Mrs. Bertha Robinson to Miss Laura Bodey, the fifth grade teacher. The Robinson girls, Fern 12, and Waunetta 7, were the only colored children in the school. Both were caught in the doomed building. Crazed with grief over her loss, ]\lrs. Robinson refused to be comforted by the teacher. Her condition was for a time se- rious. "I'm So Glad," Said Pet. One little girl, Mary Oblak, 11. ran through the mire, ankle deep in Spruce street, to embrace Miss Rowley. "Fm so glad you threw me out the window. I only hurt my wrist," she said. Mary was in Katherine W'eiler's room. When she ran to the back door she found it clogged with shrieking children piled six high. "Come with me," called Miss Rowley. Mary ran into one of the rooms on the first floor, and Miss Rowley threw her through the window. Marv's brother was killed. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 179 At every corner, children ran up to the teachers and told of their escapes. They gave the names of their unfortunate play- mates. In this way the teachers found out about the pupils. Illness Saves Girl. The mother of Bertha Jepson, 7, told about her little girl. She kept her home from school because she was sick. "I'm so glad she didn't go to school, because she would have been killed, for she isn't as strong as her comrades." It was late in the night before the teachers finished their visits. Miss Rowley was faint with exhaustion. Most of the children on her list were lost. The strain was more than she could stand — her inquiries for the safety of those in her room usually brought a negative shake of the head. "If only I could have thrown some more out of the win- dows," she cried, "but they all ran away from me to the stam- pede at the back door." Says Stairs Collapsed. Glenn Barber, 10, one of the survivors of the Collinwood school fire who was taken to Glenville hospital, died there a few hours later. If the story the boy told the nurses is accurate, not only were the front doors of the school locked, but the rear stairs collapsed while the little children were trying to escape by the back door. "When the fire alarm sounded," the child said. "I ran down the front stairs. I tried the front doors and found them locked. I ran back upstairs to my room on the second floor. By that time the childen were pouring out into the halls. "I told them the front doors were locked, but they didn't 180 THE STORY OF THE FIRE pay any attention to me. As they rushed by me to the stairs, I clung to the door jamb as they rushed past, to keep from being swept downstairs. "They ran down the front stairs and, finding the doors locked, came back. Then the upper halls filled with smoke and it got so dark we could hardly see. Suddenly there was a bright light at the front door. It was the flames. "All the children then rushed down the back stairs. They were so crowded at the rear door they couldn't move, while others from behind pressed them. "Then the back stairs collapsed and all the children on them fell in a heap in the ruins. "I came upstairs again and jumped out of a second-story window." Frank J. Dorn was a happy man when he left his home on Park avenue, Wednesday morning, for Gretchen, age 10, and Katherine, age 7, two beautiful little daughters, were growing to womanhood amid pleasantest surroundings ; and this man's whole heart was centered in them. A block away from home and he was in sight of the Collin- wood schoolhouse. He noticed a wreath of smoke blurring the sky, but he did not regard it closely. At the same moment he noticed his child Katherine, dressed only in her plain white skirt, running toward him frantically. "Papa, papa!" she screamed, and her brown eyes were alight with terror. "The school — the school, papa! It's on fire. And Gretchen" — her breath came in gasps, for she had rushed toward home. — "Gretchen is in there and can't get out!" One leap and little Katherine was left behind to stare at her father as he ran to the school. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 181 Yes, Gretchen was in there — dead. He worked with two or three others with Trojan might. He gripped Miss Lynn, one of the lower grade teachers. She was in the front of the ranks of the pinioned. He freed her from the human fastening and she lurched forward from the hot breath of flames to freedom. Sharp tongues were licking about the entrance. Smoke gushed forth stifling the rescuers. A hot flame now seared the heads of the little ones. As the sm^oke arose the rescuers saw the charred faces. "I couldn't stand it any longer,' said Dorn. Soon his courage returned. There was no hope of saving any more children. Plans for taking care of the dead came next. And an hour later this man, whose oldest child wass dead in that fire, was among the most energetic workers at the Lake Shore shops morgue. And while he worked with the dead he recognized his child. "Their Eyes ! Their Eyes !" "Their eyes — that's what I see all the time ; that's what I never can forget. I see them all the time looking up at me as they did from that jam of children in the doorway. And the horrible part of it is that, although we were there — big strong men — we could do nothing to answer the appeal in those eyes." Wallace Upton, the speaker, was a "big, strong man" in every sense of the word. He weighs more than 200 and has the shoulders of a Hercules. He was one of the first to reach the fire. He is credited with saving 18 children . \ CHAPTER XVI. COURAGE OF WOMEN. TEACHERS PRAY AMID FLAMES AS THEIR LITTLE CHARGES PERISH. Mrs. Gordon, mother of three children, two of whom es- caped from the building, tells of the things she saw when she ran to the school to save her little ones. "When 1 got there." she said, "I saw two of my children leap from a second-story window. Some one caught them and they were safe. "But when I looked at the window I saw my littlest girl standing there, holding out her hands. The flames were all around her. A minute later she was gone. It was a terrible sight for me. I had to stand there helpless and see my baby die. "I could see through the windows. I saw two teachers standing in the middle of a room with children crowded around them. I think they must have been praying. I could almost sec the look of agony on their faces. A moment later they disappeared from view." \\'omcn proved their courage at the fire. Mrs. Joseph Jones who lives opposite the school house, was among the first there. She stood and caught many children as they leaped from the windows. After frantically striving to release his eight-year-old son George, from the tangled heap of smothering children at the rear door of the Collinwood school, W. C. SchaefFer of Grove- land, Lake Shore boulevard, was forced by fire and humanity to release his hold and to see the despairing look of the boy THE STORY OF THE FIRE 183 as the flames brought death to him and to scores of other children. Glad, eager hands and a smile that said, "It's all right now — papa's here," greeted the heart-sick father as he stepped into the fiery entrance. Quickly he seized them, but pulling as hard as he could, he could not bring the lad to safety, for he stood more than waist-deep among the prostrate bodies of schoolmates and could not budge an inch. In despair, the father sought to pull out other children in front of George, and their cries and beseeching eyes gave him the strength of ten men. Not one could be moved, however. His Hands Burned. Then he reached to smother the flaming hair of his son burning his own hands and cheeks. Again he put out the fire in the lad's hair. Then hope fled with a last vain pull. George sank down with a look his father will always see, and Mr. Schaefl'er was forced to get out of the building. The thought of climbing up on the bodies of somebody's children, even if the inhuman act would help to save George, never entered Air. Schaeffer's mind. He had done the best he could. Nothing was left to do, but to return home to his agonized wife. A younger son — Charles, aged six — escaped from the burn- ing building. He came running home, crying with terror, and said that the school was on fire and that George was in it "I rushed to the school, and was in time to find my little bo> alive," said SchaeiTer, "and if anyone had been there to help, we could have saved many of the children. Oh ; to think that I held George's hands, and I couldn't pull him out! W'hy, twice I put out the fire on his head. And I couldn't move him! 184 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "I tried to get other children out of the way, but I couldn't move them, either. George was standing back behind a lot of them, and I had to stretch to reach him. He was wedged in there so tight that he couldn't move at all, though I nearly pulled his arms oflf. No one was there to help. Everybody seamed to be in front — doing nothing but gazing at the fire. It was awful ! "The fire engine had not arrived when I got there, and you can judge how long it must have been from the time when the first started, when I tell you that little Buddie ran all the way home to tell about it, and that I reached there in time to save many of those children. Oh, if there had been anybod}' to help." Schaeffer spoke with forced composure until he told of smothering flames which licked at his little boy's head. Then his voice trembled. His wife was completely prostrated by the shock, but under a physician's care she soon improved. She was cared for in a neighbor's home until supper time. Identified by a Ring. The body of little George was identitied Wednesday after- noon by a rmg he wore, and it was removed to an undertaker's rooms. Neighbors at the Groveland club grounds, east of the White City, were ill from their concern for the sorrowing Schaelfer family. Miss Teal met Schaeffer as he was returning from the school. "The look on that man's face is burned into my memory so that I never can forget it," she said. "It was the most ter- rible expression I ever saw. I can't describe it, but I can sec it now. Think of the experience!" THE STORY OF THE FIRE 185 Everyone agreed that no incident of the fire was more tragic than the death of George Schaeffer before the eyes of his father, who had tried in vain to save him. Little Girl First To Escape. The first person to get out of the school building was a tiny bit of a girl. Her name is Dena Carlson. Dena's sister, Nellie, is dead. Weeping, the eight-year-old girl told the story of her es- cape late Wednesday. "I heard the bell ring. It sounded strange to me — not like it always sounded. I ran with all my might for the back door. Other little girls and boys were there, but I got out first. Oh, I was out in the air. It was good to breathe. "Then I thought of my sister Nellie. I tried to go back to save her, but I could not. Then I cried out 'Nellie ! Nellie !' I just listened there outside to hear her say 'yes, Dena,' but she didn't. "Then I fell to the ground and cried. I knew Nellie was dead. I wish I had died with her, my little sister playmate, but I can't die when I want to — we die when we don't want to, don't we mamma?" asked Dena of her weeping parent as she finished her sad story. Picture on the Wall. Samuel M. Carlson and his wife, with little Dena between them, sat in their home at 4907 Fulton street. Collinwood, Wednesday night. The three were crying. Friends could not comfort them. On the wall was a picture of Nellie. "Oh, I could not part wtih it for even a minute," sobbed Mrs. Carlson. "Do not ask me, please, sir. 186 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "There is a picture of Xellie when she was three years old. Take that — that will do, but I must look at my own Nellie all night long — till morning." A wreath tied with white ribbon mutely told of the grief in the household of Peter Schmitt. Hope had lingered until 6 o'clock that Mildred Schmitt. ten, who had escaped from the building by jumping from the second-story window, might re- cover from the serious burns she received, but she died at the Glenville hospital. Perish in the Fire. Another member of the family, Emma Henicka, twelve, the daughter of a sister of Schmitt, perished in the fire, and her death was regretted almost as much as the death of the idol- ized daughter, and two deaths in the family of Mrs. Lang, a sister of S-chmitt's also, added to the sorrow. Neighbors spoke of little Alildred as the apple of her father's eye. "If ever a child was idolized by her parents," said a sympa- thizing friend, "that child was Mildred Schmitt,. Why, they would not even let her go to school alone. She was a beautiful little girl, and everybody who knew her loved her." Before the fire had made much headway, the father was at the school. He was just on the point of leaving for his busi- ness downtown when he learned about the fire. He said: ■'When I reached the school I learned that Mildred had jumped out of a window% I found her at a house across the street, where a doctor was dressing her burns, and I had her removed at once to the hospital. They told mc there was a chance to save her life, but she was too badly burned." THE STORY OF THE FIRE 187 Peter Schmitt lived opposite the White City, and he had a saloon at 705 Superior avenue. The place of honor in the house was g^iven to a white-draped bier upon which lay the body of the child who was her father's joy. Here the family tearfully led neighbors who dropped in to ofifer condolences, and standing there they mournfully re- cited incidents of Mildred's childhood. "When she was five years old," said the broken-hearted father, "she took first prize of all the girls in Cleveland fot her beautiful eyes." With the Schmitts was Mrs. Lang, who lost a daughter, Lizzie, aged fourteen, and a sister's son, who was loved as though he were her very own, Peter Henicka, a lad of nine or ten, "Pete," as everyone called him, carried newspapers to the people in the neighborhood, and regrets at his death were heard in many homes. Aid the Family. "Pete" and his sister put their shoulders to the wheel when the father was out of work. Mrs. Lang baked bread, whicli the children sold to families in East Cleveland. Recently there was scarlet fever in the family, and the children had just begun to go to school again. Their death came as a sad blow to their parents. Officials Aid. On every hand the Lake Shore Railroad officials and their employees were commended for the assistance they rendered the community. From the time the fire started until the bodies were removed from the temporary morgue in the company's warehouse, the railroad officials did everything possible to alle- viate sufiferins: and to aid the authorities. 188 THE STORY OF THE FIRE Soon after the fire was discovered, M. D. Franey, superin- tendent of shops, ordered the company's shop fire department to the scene. Sixty men with hose and axes responded to the call and although they were unable to save the children be- cause of the headway the flames had gained and the panic at the doorway they performed heroic work later in removing the bodies from the heated ruins. Though L. F. Parish, superintendent of motive power, and Mr, Franey, the general storekeeper's warehouse was thrown open for use is a temporary morgue. Lake Shore employees were pressed into service to take charge of the crowds of peo- ple crowding the morgue. Work in all of the shops was sus- pended. The company's surgeon. Dr. \\'. H. \\'illiams, was active in assisting Deputy Coroner Harry McNeil in taking charge of the numbering and tagging of the bodies. Tells of Horrifying Sight. The scenes of horror at the west side of the buildins: when the children, wedged in the doorway, screamed and begged miserably to be saved, stamped itself indelibly upon the mem- ories of those first to reach the building. Henry Sigler was one of the men who tried to pull the children from the door. "1 was about two blocks from the building when the fire broke out," he said, "I was talking to i\Irs. Walter Kelly, When we saw the flames burst from the front door we both started on the run for the schoolhouse, Mrs, Kelly, who had two boys in the building, outstripped me. Her children were burned to death. When I got up to the building I saw a little girl lying under one of the windows. T turned her over and saw that her face was all crushed in, I thought she was dead, THE STORY OF THE FIRE 189 so I paid no further attention to her, but went on to where the children were screaming for help from the doors. "What I saw then I never will forget. I could see nothing but faces with arms outstretched in front. So closely were the faces packed together that I could recognize none of them. I think I did know one little girl, but I will not mention her name, for I know her family well, and though I tried to drag her out I was unable to do so. I reached for the first pair of arms I could get and pulled with all my might. I might as well have been pulling on an iron ring set in concrete. An- other man helped me, but the two of us could do nothing. One could never believe bodies could be packed so closely to- gether if he hadn't seen it. I saw arms pulled from their sockets and one body was literally pulled in two. It was my idea that if we could get one body out even if we had to kill the child in doing so, the others would come easily. I said as much to another man and we tried it. But we were not strong enough to get out a single one." Sigler's grandchild, Mabel Sigler, aged ten, of No. 5012 Ar- cade street, was a victim of the fire. Dragged from Human Heap. In the face of the furious fiames enveloping the children packed into the doorway of the school Mrs. Julius Dietrich, No. 5318 Storer avenue, dragged her daughter, Gertrude, from the mass and snatched her out of the school entrance. In effecting the rescue Mrs. Dietrich was badly burned about the arms, and her little davighter, too, was seriously burned. The little girl was on the top of the crowd of struggling children and was near the edgre of the inner vestibule door. CHAPTER XVII. BURRYING THE DEAD. HUNDREDS OF CITIZENS WEEP AS WHITE HEARSES PASS. Hundreds of Collinwood citizens stood with bared heads, bowed with grief over the graves of little children being low- ered into the ground Friday — the little victims of the terrible school disaster. Hundreds of others watched and mourned over little white biers where rested the charred remains of what three days before had been the life and joy of the home. Parents, relatives and neighbors gathered together at the sides of these coffins to mourn for the lost little ones. All Collinwood was in mourning, for the burial of the vil- lage's dead had begun. Scarcely a home that had not felt the terrible blow either directly or indirectly. If it was not their own children it was those of a dear" neighbor or a sister or a brother. Those whose children were saved mourned none the less for the relatives and friends that were dead while clasping their own dear ones to their hearts and giving thanks that they were still alive. The village seemed to be one vast procession of hearses and carriages. White hearse after white hearse passed down the various village streets Friday mornmg and afternoon. From 9 o'clock in the morning until dusk there was no cessa- tion in the procession. Scarcely did one funeral carriage pass before another came into sight wending its way with its sor- rowful burden to the burying grounds. Those who had no dead to mourn stood on the streets THE STORY OF THE FIRE 191 watching the grim processions as they passed. There was scarcely a dry eye in Collinwood. Aged men and little boys were alike stricken with the gravity of the situation. Hats went off everywhere and the streets of the village were fairly lined with men and children with heads bowed and with tears streaming from their eyes. "If they were only black hearses, I could stand it," said one old man with gray beard and hair. "But the white hearses! The children. All little children. It is too much." "Have you lost any?" questioned a sympathetic bystander. "No," said the old man, with tears streaming down his cheeks. "I have none to lose. None. I feel with them all." The full import of that terrible catastrophe only came home to Collinwood as those white hearses passed solemnly one by one on their way to the cemetery. Collinwood has been stunned. The enormity of the horror was to much for human reason to grasp. The public mind was dazed. Funerals Bring Full Realization. But Friday when the poor little twisted and charred bodies were being taken to their resting place the full extent of the fire was realized. It was all over. They had had their share of the terror and the horror as they were piled high in the hallway of the schoolhouse, with the hot flames sweeping upon them. Many lay on the floor waiting for death with limbs mangled and broken by the fall. Others unhurt, but pinioned down by the weight of those above them with their tiny hands stretched out for aid. for aid which did not come. There they died in agony. But their grief was over? It was the stricken homes, the hearths where no childish 192 THE STORY OF THE FIRE laughter again would be heard, where no childish complaints or quibblings — all of which now are cherished as the verita- blest treasure in the hearts of the parents — will again be brought to the ear of the parents, that the grief centered Friday. Childless fathers and childless mothers, who had lost all that made life worth while, it was to them that the hearts of the people went out on the first day that the bodies were being taken from them, never to be seen again. Theirs would be the long, dreary years and years of agony, untold and unknown to any but those who had lost their own. In the afternoon there were 35 more funerals, most of them being buried under the charge of the Rev. E. R. Wright, to whose Sunday school they belonged. Saturday morning funeral services were conducted for 16 children by Father Bell. All of these children were identified, but the parents decided to have just one service for them all. They were buried side by side in one large grave in the Col- linwood Catholic cemetery. First Service Held. The first funeral Friday was that for Alma Gilbert, ten years old, who was one of the first little girls taken from the build- in"- and one of the first to be identified. The services were o held in her father's home on Lake Shore boulevard. The house and yard were crowded with persons eager to sympathize with the stricken parents. The majority of those who stood about the little bier felt the grief keenly, as but few of them but had dead on-js in their own home, or, worse still, had children burned in the fire who had not yet been identi- fied and never could be. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 193 After this funeral the others came in rapid succession. The second was that of Morris Shepard, 54 Elsinore street. The lad was fourteen years old and was on the third floor when the fire started. His body was found far in the rear of the bodies stacked up in the doorway. He never had an op- portunity to get anywhere near the door. The services wert held from the family home. Saddest Funeral. The saddest funeral in Collinwood Friday was that of the three Hirter children, the two daughters and son of the jani- tor. They are Helena, thirteen ; Walter, fifteen, and Eda, eight. The services for these three victims were held simul- taneously with those for Lilly Rostick, six ; Robert Wickert, ten, and Henry Kuiat, thirteen. Mutterings against the janitor could be heard about the vil- lage all morning. Grief crazed parents, eager to wreak ven- geance upon anyone who could be held in any way responsi- ble for the deaths of their little ones, were eager to pick up the slightest rumor of carelessness or neglect. It did not take long for these rumors to spread to ominous threats against the janitor. All night and all morning police guarded the Hirter home against possible attacks. Angry parents who came to inquire what was his responsibility in the fire were turned away. While the funeral preparations were being made in the home the crowd collected about the house. The people had heard that the funeral would take place at 1 o'clock. Long before this time there was a crowd of 500 persons about the house. The police became alarmed and six extra patrolmen were hastened to the house to be prepared for emergencies. 194 THE STORY OF THE FIRE When the first little white casket appeared in the doorway, however, a silence fell upon the crow'd. When this casket was followed by two more just like it, hats went off and tears came to the eyes of many. Father Bowed With Grief, The father bowed with brief of his three lost children, and broken by the questionings and the suspicions of his neigh- bors, his head swathed in a great bandage, for he himself had been badly burned in the work of rescue, followed the little coffins from the door. He looked neither to the left nor the right, but followed his children with his eyes fixed in unutter- able grief on the boxes that contained all that was left of his own little ones. There was no fear of the crowd in his face. His grief was already too great. What more could mortal hand do? "This man with three dead ones of his own, could it be possible he had been guilty of any carelessness when the lives of his own babes w^ere at stake as well as those of a hundred and more of others?" questioned the crowd. Whatever their thoughts, all knew it was not the time to express them. Silently and carefully they opened a way as the policemen headed the procession to the German Presby- terian church. The crowd followed and remained outside, those who could not get in, until the services for the children were over. Again they made way as the coffins came out of the church and were carried down the street to the cemetery. And the crowd made no attempt at violence. One funeral was held Thursday night, the first of the vic- tims. The three children, James, fourteen, Norman, ten, THE STORY OF THE FIRE 195 and Max Turner, six, of 346 Collamer avenue, which left the home bereft, were among the first taken from the ruins of the burned school building and were soon identified. Friends and relatives gathered at the home and many others who could not get into the house stood outside to show their sympathy for the dead. The street was lined with people, who stood with hats off and heads bowed as the three white hearses left the house after the funeral. Then the people went back to their homes to mourn for their own dead and to prepare for their own funerals in the morning. There was little or no sleep in Collinwood all night, and vv^ith the early dawn everyone was up and preparing for the day's grim task. All day it was a repetition of the first scene. Funeral after funeral was held until it was too dark to take any more of the bodies to the cemetery. A\'hen dusk came 50 bodies had been placed in vaults or lowered into the earth. And again the people went home for the night. But it was only with the thought of awakening in the morning to go through the same task. Mother Moans by Her Dead. The funeral of Lucy and Harry Zingleman, two little fire victims, aged eight and twelve respectively, the children of Mr. and Mrs. H. Zingleman, of 387 4th street, took place at 11 o'clock. White crepe fluttered dismally on the front door of the humble weather beaten one-story cottage. A stolid dark browed man, the father, stood as if dazed, by the front door- step. ^ He held a broom with which he kept constantly sweep- ing across the stone. As the neighbors and friends, many of 196 THE STORY OF THE FIRE them weeping, straggled up the path, the man bowed his head, silently like some animal numbed with pain and fumbled for the door knob to open the door for the mourners. In the cramped little dining room, a board table was covered with flowers. In the other room a single sealed casket held the two little bodies. By its side the mother knelt and moaned. Some neighbor women with tears streaming down their faces put their arms about her. Some kissed her hair and clutched hands. Shows Her Love. A yellow haired little girl from next door came timidly up the path to the house. She had been a playmate of the dead children. Her little palm held a handful of nickels and pen- nies. She ran up to the first woman she saw and thrust the money into her lap. "Give them to Lucy's ma," she said as her lip began to quiver. "I am so sorry and want to help." The pastor read from the Bible, both in English and Ger- man. Then he talked about the inscrutable ways of Provi- dence, and while he said that in good time all tears would be wiped away and the reason of all sorrows understood, the sound of weeping was on all sides. For the first time since the shock of the terrible disaster the realization of death seemed to come to the afflicted families, who up until this time seemed only dazed with horror. Three little boys, playmates of the dead children, were pallbearers. As the minister talked sometimes they drove their fists into their eyes and cried. But when it was over and they had to take up the little casket which held, their dead comrades they braced up like brave little men. CHAPTER XVIII. UNKNOWN STUMPS BURIED. BLACKENED BODIES OF UNIDENTIFIED PLACED IN ONE BIG GRAVE. Several scores of bodies of boys and girls who were burned to death in the Collinwood school fire were buried Saturday. The number of coffins laid in the earth that day was 70 in all. All through the main street of the town the funerals passed all day in one almost continuous procession. The hearses marked where one funeral cortege ended and the next began. The horses were kept trotting. Only at this pace could aU be gotten to the cemetery. Flag at Entrance of Church. A large American flag hung above the entrance of St. Mary's Catholic church from which 16 boys and girls were buried. This is the parish of Rev. Mark Pakiz. Most of his people are foreigners and are not yet naturalized. Nearly all still speak their old country language. The men are big broad shouldered workmen in the Collin- wood shops. Many are out of work and destitute. They thought that because they were not naturalized the village wouldn't help them. They were quickly convinced that this was not so. Sixteen White Coffins in Church. Mayor Westropp issued a proclamation in their own lan- guage and the city paid for many of their burials. The flag on the church Saturday was in recognition of this. A common grief had bound this people to the life of the old country. 198 THE STORY OF THE FIRE Above the flag, the great bell in the tower tolled deep and slow, and one by one the 16 little coffins, decked with white flowers, were carried inside. Children were pallbearers. With them were little girls who carried tall candles. Lined on each side were sad-faced men and silent, dry-eyed victim's mothers. In a large row before the altar rail the bodies in their white cas- kets were laid. Four rows of pews were taken out to make room for them. The tolling ceased. The chanting of the solemn requiem mass began. Sobs broke the silence when the chanting ceased and the priests passed along the rows of dead and blessed each one. Service for Twelve. At the same hour another solemn high mass was held from St. Joseph's Catholic church, where the funerals of 12 children were held. They were buried side by side in one wide grave at Euclid Catholic cemetery. Not Enough Hearses to Carry Dead. Saturday for the first time undertakers' wagons were used to carry the dead in the funeral processions. There were not enough hearses available to care for all buried. Several of these undertakers' wagons were in the procession from St. JMary's church. Not enough funeral street cars could be ob- tained. Some of the funerals were carried to the cemetery in ordinary street cars run "special" and draped in black and white. At St. Joseph's Catholic church, where Rev. J. W. Bell held solemn high mass and 12 were buried, the services were impressive. Before 9 a. m. the first white hearse arrived. An- other quickly followed. Little girls in white were pallbearers. The doors opened. At the entrance the little procession was THE STORY OF THE FIRE 199 halted while the priest with outstretched arms gave them his blessing. One large white coffin held the charred bodies of three. These were Anna Kern, 8; Lillian Rommelfanger, 9, and Ru- dolph Kern, 12. They were playmates. When their poor charred, twisted little bodies were taken from the ruins of the fire the little girls were found together locked arm in arm. The body of the boy was found close by. They played to- gether. They died together. Together now they lie. It was nearly 9:30 before all the coffins had been born into the church and arranged in a long row before the altar. Fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers of the dead had followed the coffins into the church as they arrived. Others were held back. When the service began and these were admitted, the church wouldn't hold them all. Priests from Cleveland and other neighboring parishes assisted Father Bell. At the close of the" services the priests officiating, passed slowly down the row of dead children and again blessed each one. The last pra3'er was said at the cemetery when once more the victims of the fire lay in one wide grave side by side. Twelve separate funerals of children of the Collinwood Pres- byterian church were held Saturday at their homes. Eleven from this Sunday school were buried Friday. Two Mothers Faint. During the services at St. Joseph's church two women, mothers of dead children, became hysterical and fainted. They were carried out and revived. Two mothers mourned ove^ one casket in the St. Joseph's church. ^Irs. Lowry lost two children in the fire, Clara and Florence. Clara was found, but the bodv of the other was 200 THE STORY OF THE FIRE lost. Mrs. Lowry claimed a body which had been identified as that of Mabel Zimmerman as her child. Though the authori- ties decided that the body was that of the Zimmerman baby, yet the coffins were placed side by side in the church and both Mrs. Lowry and Mrs. Zimmerman mourned over it. Deputy Coroner McNeil announced that he had found the body of Florence Lowry. He told the mother, but she said that she was sure that the body claimed by the Zimmermans was her own. She said she would make no further claim for it. but would be content to visit the grave and mourn over it. Candles By Coffins. On each side of the little coffins in the church there was a lighted candle. Back of the candles were piled high masses of flowers, brought by the relatives and friends and also sent by sympathizers, who did not know the children, but who felt keenly themselves the heartaches of the stricken mothers. Amid a profusion of flowers and in the presence of a great crowd of people, the unidentified dead who lost their lives in the Collinwiid fire were laid at rest in Lake View Cemetery Monday. Twenty little white caskets, with soft rays of sunlight spark- ling among the blossoms which covered them, were laid side by side in one great grave. Above and all around were huge banks of flowers, while from a cross which surmounted the common resting place of the children hovered three white doves as in benediction. Hundreds Gathered in Sorrow. Early Monday morning, at the beginning of the day of pub- lic mourning in CoUinwood. hundreds began to gather at Shep- THE STORY OF THE FIRE 201 ard's morgue, where the bodies of the children were resting in their coffins. Almost at the last moment three of the twenty-one bodies, so long unclaimed, were identified. These were those of Elsie Markushat, Edgar Woodhouse and Anna Kern, one, that of little Anna, was taken at noon to Notting- ham for burial. The other two were buried at Lake View with the unidentified dead. At 11 a. m. Rev. Gerard F. Patter- son, of the Church of the Incarnation, stood in the doorway of the morgue and offered a simple prayer. All about were hun- dreds of mourners, their heads bare, tears streaming down their cheeks. A mpment later eight pall-bearers carried out the flower-strewn caskets, each bearing a number. They were placed on two funeral cars. Preceded by a car filled with po- licemen under the charge of Captain Schmunk, and followed by the cars loaded with mourners, the procession moved to the cemetery. Services in the Churches. Prior to the services at the morgue, short memorial services were held in the Colhnwood churches. Relatives and friends of the unidentified dead and of the eight whose bodies cannot be found, gathered at their own churches to listen to the com- forting words of their pastors. From tlie churches the mourn- ers were taken in carriages to the special cars which carried them to the cemetery. At a fork in the driveways at the Euclid avenue entrance to Lake Mew Cemetery the town of Collinwood had purchased a lot where the unidentified dead might be buried. Here at noon thousands gathered and here in one grave, lined with flowers, the caskets were laid. Over the grave will be erected one monument to mark the resting place of the children. 202 THE STORY OF THE FIRE At the cemetery another simple service was held. "Lead, Kindly Light," was sung by a choir of twenty from the Col- lege for Women and twenty from Adelbert College. A prayer was said in English by Rev. E. R. Wright, of the Calvary Presbyterian Chapel at Collinwood, and a prayer in German by Rev. William J. Friedbolin, of the Collin- wood German Reform Mission. Rev. John D. Kaho, of the Collinwood M. E. Church, read the burial service, and the Italian boys' band played a dirge as at the same time the twenty white coffins were lowered to their bed of flowers in the grave. To that Infinite whence they came not long ago a band ot little children returned. Beneath the chill earth the black- ened stumps that were babies' arms will stretch in appeal to those whom they trusted, and will appeal in vain forever. In the minds of men and women, from whom has vanished all the light and joy in life, will ring through all the years the pitiful cries for help which were not answered. They went together, and fresh on their lips was their morning prayer to Christ, who said : "Suffer the little children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven." One hundred and seventy-two children. One hundred and seventy-two pure hearts, on whom the taint of the world had not fallen ! One hundred and seventy-two clear, happy voices which shall sound no more ! Gone ! Gone ! Gone ! It was many weeks ago that the first unthinkable horror came. Appalled, unable to comprehend, the people who were there carried off their dead, and passed mechanically along the rows of distorted bodies, and counted, and searched, and tried to weep. Now the full sorrow of the thing has fal- THE STORY OF THE FIRE 203 len, and black upon the folk of Collinwood, of Cleveland, of the world, has fallen the knowledge that children had been allowed to die ; that somehow, by someone, they could have been saved. Too late. The procession of the little innocents to the cities of the dead stretched on and on until Tuesday. Thirty- five of them came from one Sunday school, that of Cal- vary Presbyterian church in Collinwood. These were buried one by one. Twenty-three came from St. ]\lary's Catholic church. Fifteen came from the Reformed church, and seven were buried together Friday. Six came from the Sunday school of the Church of Christ. Many were never identified. Mere fragments of mortality, they were interre-d in Lake View cemetery, and above them was erected a common monument. Fathers and mothers will come there, through the years, and denied even the knowledge of their babies' graves, will bow in turn over each tiny mound that their tears may fall above the forms that once they clasped to their hearts. Through it all, rings the warning to the world : "Protect the children, lest the like befall your own !" How did it hap- pen? It was morning in Lakeview school, in North Collinwood. The children, more than 300 of them, were gath- ered in their classrooms. They had just concluded their morn- ing's song and prayer, and were turning to their lessons. A little girl came running from the basement. "The school — it's on fire," she gasped, and sped away. The janitor, Fred Hirter, sounded the alarm upon the big school gong. Three strokes rang out, and at the signal, each child sprang to its feet, and orderly, marched to the doors, the teachers patting time with their hands. First came the little tots, on the first floor, laugh- ing gleefully. It was the fire drill, they thought. "Pff!" 204 THE STORY OF THE FIRE A blast of hot air smote them in the face, and they shrank back. Through the front stairway, between the cracks and about the balustrades, the flames were leaping. "Forward, children, — quiet," said the teacher, who was in the lead. With all her flock but two or three she passed through the mounting flames, and out to safety. Not so the little ones of the three other rooms on that floor. The stairs were sinking upon the furnace underneath. They turned, and moaned with inarticu- late fear, they dashed for the rear door. What did they find? God knows ! Some say the door was locked ; others that half of it was fastened. A panic-stricken child stumbled and fell. One hundred others pushed on from behind, and thrusting those before them further still, heaped in a pitiful tangle at the foot of the stairs before that door. One Hot Blast and All Was Over. One teacher, commanding, pleading, threatening, drew half her flock back with her to their room, and standing on the fire escape, literally threw them to safety. Then came the climax of the horror. From the second floor came the rapid, clattering footsteps of the older pupils. Out of bounds of all authority, they leaped over the banisters ; plunged upon the tots below ; struggling, screaming, for an exit. Some of the boys, trained by play in the railroad yards to quick thought, drew back, and pulling with them such as would come, ran for their rooms, dropped from the windows or scaled the fire escape. Down in the press of doomed children two teachers were still at work. One, tall, strong, stood and bodily lifted her charges and thrust them up the stairs, and commanded them to jump for their lives. Another was knocked down and buried under the heap. It was just then that rescu^e, pitifully THE STORY OF THE FIRE 205 inefficient, came. The door was battered in, and strong arms tugged at the foremost. They could not be moved. The buried teacher was extricated, but she died. A hot blast of flame, drawn to the west entrance by the draft, came plunging down upon the crowd. Its work was almost instantaneous. Baby features shriveled in the fire ; soft tresses blazed, and the arms that had been outstretched to the offered succor stiffened. The rescuers fell back, appalled. The stairway fell, and down into the seething flames 100 children dropped, and lay still; They were already dead. Bounding, hideously bright, the fire finished its work, and when it was over, a heap of steaming ashes was all that was left of the in- nocents who had died. Seven teachers escaped ; one, faithful to her trust, though it carried her into the valley of the sha- dow, was utterly consumed, and another died after removal. The 44 children on the third floor, obedient to a teacher whom they loved, quietly descended the fire escape, and only then relieved their terror by their screams. The fire department had come, but it was able to do nothing. The apparatus was inefficient ; there were no ladders there, the water pressure was shamefully low. All it could do was to help in the slow pro- cession that moved with the charred bodies to the temporary morgue in the Lake Shore storehouse. Then came the hours — a day, a night, another day and night, of mothers and fathers moving through trying to identify their children. After this, the funerals. An mvestigation was made. But the children are dead, and no investigation in the world can bring them back to life, nor all the tears that are shed heal one awful wound seared into the soft flesh of the babies. Homes are ^desolated, and no investigation can restore their happiness and peace. • CHAPTER XIX. CASKETS IN TIERS. AMBULANCES CARRY MANY WHITE COFFINS AT TIME THROUGH STREETS. A horse went floundering heavily through the mud of the street, dragging behind him a bespattered ambulance. In the ambulance, tier upon tier, were three little white caskets, one above the other. Behind were two carriages, through the windows of which one could see women, white-faced and bent dejectedly, looking out with hopeless, staring eyes; beside them were seated men with set, expressionless faces — the faces of persons who have passed beyond the point of suffering. On the other side of the street, and going in the same direction as the first cortege, was a white hearse, containing two small, white caskets. There followed five carriages and in these the occupants, as in the first carriages, wore the same strange expressions upon their faces. The fearful, haunted look in their eyes was that of the faithful dumb animal which has received its death wound and which knows not the reason for its suffering nor yet the cause. Still Another Hearse. Down a cross-street, a short half block away, was another white hearse, heading a sombre line of carriages, and in this hearse were the inevitable white caskets, three in number, one placed above the other, and flanked with flowers. In a small lane, in which stood several small tenement houses, was another ambulance and one carriage. In the ambulance two men, undertakers' assistants, .were hastily THE STORY OF THE FIRE 207 placing another diminutive white casket, and behind them stood a group of foreigners, men and women, gazing with stolid, heavy eyes at the casket — the white casket. Up in the center of the street, upon the car tracks and between the lines of hearses and carriages, rumbled a great dray, piled high with little rough boxes, and behind came ambulance after ambulance, hearse after hearse and carriage after carriage. A hearse would turn down one street, to be instantly fol- lowed by three or four carriages ; an ambulance would turn up the next street, and with this would go several more carriages. Before one door a hearse, next door an ambulance ; across the street a hearse, and from door after door fluttered floral wreaths, with their streaming ribbons of white. Collinwood Burying Its Dead. These were the scenes enacted in Collinwood on Friday, forty-eight hours after the terrible holocaust had occurred which stunned that village and sent a wave of horror over the entire country. Collinwood had started to bury its dead ! ' — to hide forever from sight its 172 innocent, little victims who had met such a terrible fate on the preceding Wednesday. The spectators stood appalled at the sight. Elsewhere could be heard expressions of the deepest commiseration over the terrible calamity and elsewhere people were shocked and hor- rified over the disaster ; but there in Collinwood were the con- crete signs of the frightful catastrophe. Upon all sides and over every street hearses ancr ambulances were hurrying to the houses. The number of hearses available was totally inadequate, and ambulances and even street cars were pressed into service to carry the little caskets of white to church or cemetery. From nearly every other door, and 208 THE STORY OF THE FIRE upon some streets from every door, fluttered the floral wreaths which marked the homes of the dead. And yet many of the people of Collinwood, one met upon the street, were paying no more than passing attention to these almost endless funeral corteges, and the constant passing and repassing of ambulances and hearses. These people had been dazed by the awful tragedy. The immensity and the horror of the blow which had befallen their devoted village had completely stunned them. Mechanically they performed the tasks assigned to them. Mechanically they visited other bereaved homes and offered their sympathy, and mechanically it was received, for the grief of the people of Collinwood was beyond words. Scenes in the Morgue. In the Town Hall is situated also the fire station, contain- ing the six pieces of obsolete fire-fighting apparatus, which should have been destroyed years ago. Protection Hose, one read over the door. Protection Hose, what irony ! for directly under the inscription lay body after body of the little children whom it had utterly and miserably failed to protect when death had reached out with fiery hands to clasp them. Here in this morgue was the full force of the blow under- stood, for here next to the school building itself was the theater of greatest suffering. Here, in the days following the fire were enacted pitiful tragedies which are beyond words to describe ; the tragedies of broken hearts ; of women — mothers — whose minds were deranged at sight of their beloved ones lying there before them in the long lines of blackened, maimed bodies that looked little like human beings ; fathers, stern and white-faced, trying hard to keep up, looking here and there THE STORY OF THE FIRE 209 among the little forms, fearful of finding that which they sought ; tiny bodies of what were beautiful children, the frail arms crossed in agony over their heads and the lips drawn with the anguish of the torture endured before death came as a sweet relief to end their sufferings. Bowed by Anguish. Here and there mothers, bowed in sorrow and anguish, searched among the long lines for their own — for the tots that had left them on the fatal morning of Ash Wednesday, happy and prattling of their little triumphs in school, or worrying over the lesson which had been too much for the little minds. The burned bodies lay in rows where they had been carried in, wrapped in anything convenient — a blanket, a sheet, or an overcoat. Only the lower parts of the limbs were left ex- posed for identification. At the door a man turned pale at the pathetic spectacle. "They were in the entrance to the school," he said, "and they seemed to fall one upon the other. I tried to pull some out, but they were massed in so tightly I could not stir any of them." As he talked his face became drawn with pain as he gazed hopelessly over the rows of little bodies. "You notice," he continued, "that nearly all of the upper parts of the bodies are gone. They were struggling when the floors gave way, and the blazing mass fell upon their heads. But I could tell my boy's shoes. They were new last week and he was so proud of them. But I can't find— he isn't" — then the white lips began to quiver, the man tried to continue, gave an agon- ized sob that told of a breaking heart, and turned and hurried away. He could not find his boy. Even that consolation was denied him. 210 THE STORY OF THE FIRE And so it was on every side. In groups of 10 or 20, men and women were let into the morgue. Slowly they passed down the aisles. There was not much hysteria. A sob, a groan, a face contorted with agony, a nod, and then a white cloth was placed over a small form, indicating that it had been identified. Here and there mothers related stories of their children. Their success in the school, little acts of kindness they had done and the pleasure they took in this or that mat- ter pertaining to their studies. And always the mothers spoke of their children in the present tense. To them, in the first great shock of the calamity, had not come as yet the realiza- tion of the fact that their loved ones had gone forever. Three Caskets in Row. Everywhere were the same signs of a great sorrow, an ap- palling tragedy beyond one's power to fully realize. But most pathetic of all were the stricken homes. In one home, in the parlor, stood three little white caskets, side by side. A son and two little daughters — all the children of that home — had been swept away. What words of sympathy could one offer to that mother sitting, dried-eyed, in her vigil beside her children? Who could gauge the extent of her sufferings or her loss? And so it was in all the homes. In many were two caskets, in others one, but always the mother sitting there wrapped in her mantle of grief. The supreme horror of the disaster, however, was that the fathers and mothers of many of the little victims stood before the doors of the school house and saw the flames creep up and blacken the faces of the screaming children. The vestibule at the front entrance to the school and the rear hall way were packed almost to the top with white faces. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 211 Some of the little ones recognized their fathers or mothers in the gathering crowd and in their childish treble cried : "Papa, save me," "mama, come to me." Little hands were stretched out supplicating to be saved. Crazed by Grief. Fathers crazed by grief dashed madly into the school and strove to release their children from the struggling mass. But they could not. Mothers screaming wildly for aid for their children, fell fainting at the awful scene they were called upon to witness. Then the fire swept up through the mass of children and silenced their cries. Could Not Give Aid. Most touching is the fact that nothing could be done to save the little ones, though rescuers were at both the front and rear entrances many minutes before the flames reached the chil- dren. In their wild panic the pupils had wedged themselves so tightly into the narrow passageway that the rescuers pulled the flesh from the arms of some of them in trying to draw them oj-it. CHAPTER XX. SEEK BETTER SCHOOLS. ERECT BETTER BUILDINGS AND ENFORCE THE LAWS TO SAVE CHILDREN. "The lives of all the school children in the land will be in danger until the people of this country erect better school buildings and enforce the laws regulating them." Such was the expression of Col. W. J. Giffin, of Washington, one of the most noted building authorities, just after the great fire in Collinwood. "At the present time our school buildings, or rather most of them, are mere shells, veritable fire traps, in which the chil- dren are in danger of their lives. Half of them — yes, even fewer than half — are even properly equipped with fire escapes, and when they are, they are generally located in a place in- accessible in time of need. "The disaster at Collinwood, however, has done much good, in that it has awakened the public conscience, and already all over the land the work, of protecting the school children is under way, I am glad to say. Buildings Too High. "For years I have made a careful study of the school house question, and have come to the conclusion that we make our buildings too high. In the smaller towns there is absolutely no excuse for a school building to be more than two stories in height, and in the cities, where land is more valuable, they should not be more than three stories, at the outside. There should be no wood in it — for wood will burn, vou know. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 213 "The floors must be of concrete or of steel, and even the window casings must be of a substance other than wood. Wide hallways are an essential, for in times of panic children cannot be controlled, any more than can grown people, and they rush frantically for safety — the open air. '"'Then it is that the necessity for wide hallways and extra wide stairways become apparent, for the little ones will not maintain order and march gracefully out two by two, as they are accustomed to during a fire drill. Schools Tinder Boreas. "At the present time most of the brick school houses of the country are simply tinder boxes, ready at all times, on the slightest provocation, to burst into flame. The brick walls, as soon as the roof falls in, become flues, sucking up the draft from below, and inside of a few minutes at the most a solid column of flame is shooting up from the bottom, de- stroying everything in its path. "As we all know, a big fire furnishes its own draft, and I do not need to explain further when I say that this draft be- comes a thousand times greater when this draft is confined in- side four solid brick walls with no cover on. No fire depart- ment in the world can stop such a blaze, once it gets a fair start, because the fire burns too quickly for the firemen to act. "I am more than forcibly impressed with the plan of building schoolhouses that have been adopted over in England. There a few thinking men have put their heads together, and the re- sult is that several schools have been erected in which the children are safe, so far as human ingenuity can make them. "Down through the center of the school building, com- pletely cut off from all connection with the inside of the build- 214 THE STORY OF THE FIRE ing, except by means of an iron floor reached by windows on the various floors, runs a passageway, encased in a solid brick wall of great thickness. Seeks Broad Stairways. "This encased stairway, broad enough to accommodate sev- en or eight persons at once, extends from the top of the build- ing to the bottom, ending out doors, some distance from the building itself, thus making what you might call a tunnel lead- ing from the upper air to the ground. This brick tunnel is, of course, resting on solid iron beams that fire would have hard work to damage, and is practically cut off from the building it- self. "Suppose an alarm of fire is sent in. Instantly each pupil in the building leaves the room he is in. runs to the iron platform outside the room and enters the brick tunnel, where he is as safe as if he were blocks away from the fire. As I have said this stairway, protected on all sides by thick, brick walls, can defy the fire indefinitely, and long before the building has been materially damaged by the flames — supposing, of course, that the structure would burn — each pupil is out and far away. Public Is Aroused. "Such a building is not, of course, possible in the smaller communities in this country, but I hope to see the time, — and that near at hand — wheii every big city will be equipped with them. The public has been aroused as never before by the Collinwood horror, and action is being taken all over the United States that will work for great good. "Every school building more than one story in height should be equipped with fire escapes leading from every window, and these fire escapes should be broad enough to accommodate sev- THE STORY OF THE FIRE 215 eral persons at a time, instead of the narrow, parsimonious lit- tle things like those at present in use on most of the school houses in the various cities and towns. "Are we so selfish, and so thoughtful of the almighty dollar that we consider it of more value than the lives of our children, and the lives of our neighbor's children. I say NO most em- phatically and point to the action now being taken in hun- dreds by the school authorities in nearly all the cities of the country as proof of my words. Why, even one of the city schools in Cleveland, which prided itself on having the most carefully protected buildings in the country, already has closed one of them in order that it may be put in safe condi- tion." Newspaper Comments. Before the blame for the school fire horror had been fixed, yes, even before the last pitiful little body was dragged from the ruins the great newspapers of the country began printing editorials demanding a reform in school buildings, and a stricter enforcement of the law relating to the overcrowding of public buildings. Said the Baltimore Sun : "The death of a great number of children in a burning schoolhouse at North Collinwood, a suburb of Cleveland, Ohio, is a horrible event which should be taken to heart by school authorities all over the land. There was an overheated furnace and the building had but two exits, of which one was closed. The overheating of the furnace of a school building should not have occurred and the structural arrangements should have been such as to favor, not to prevent, quick egress. This is obvious enough now to the school management of Collinwood ; it should have been noted before. 216 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "The lesson can hardly be lost upon school authorities else- where. It is up to them to inspect their buildings and take note of the fidelity of janitors whose business it is to regulate furnaces. Are our school buildings in Baltimore so arranged as not to catch fire readily from the accident of a careless janitor and to give easy and abundant ways of exit in case of fire? Do teachers drill themselves and the pupils to do the sensible thing when an alarm is sounded, avoiding panic and death from wild rushing for the doors? It is incumbent on the authorities everywhere to take all steps necessary to pre- vent duplication of the unspeakable horrors at Cleveland." Sacrifice of School Children. The New York World said : "The fate of the Cleveland children slaughtered in a school- house fire panic is peculiarly deplorable. "They were not taking chances with death in an inflamable theatre or on a tinder-box excursion boat. Their little lives were sacrificed in a building to which the city authorities had assigned them and which it was a first duty to make safe. The locked rear door and the lack of other exits show how this responsibility had been met. Official negligence wears here its ugliest look. "Granting that the school-house was a fire-trap, were there no precautions against panic? Was there no fire-drill such as has more than once saved the lives of New York's school children in emergencies? As recently as Jan. 2 last the 2,500 pupils of School No. 86 marched out in perfect order while the flames were being fought. "To all cities in the nation this catastrophe is summary no- THE STORY OF THE FIRE 217 tice to set their school-houses in order and safeguard the lives of their young wards with every device against fire and with all possible preventives of panic." In the tragedy lax enforcement of the law was seen by the Chicago Examiner, which said : "The disaster in a public school in the suburbs of Cleveland is an example of a truth long proclaimed in these columns, and that is the sensible proposal that the egress from a building holding a large number of people should be based on the pos- sibilities of a few moments. "But civilization persists in the evident murderous ab- surdity of buildings, subject to fire, easily filled by the mul- titude coming early and taking its time to enter. However — and it is a terrible 'however' — the attempt to get out all at once usually is deadly. "When the audience, taking an hour to enter, has tried to go out in a body in a few moments at the cry of fire the conse- quences frequently have been frightful. "Of course, there is the much larger cost of buildings and of grounds in case of complete effort to prevent loss of life. But the school buildings ought to be the exemplar of human life held more precious than the mere cost of buildings. It is, therefore, a shock when an accident of this too common char- acter happens in a public building. Confronts the Authorities. "As a matter of fact, no building intended for public assem- blages should lack the features necessary for the preservation of human life. And that necessity is a thing confronting the authorities. Whether a school house or a theater, the au- thorities, at heart and in the law, are responsible. 218 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "Some officer, some ofificial authority, is responsible for the character of these buildings. There are laws. The laws arc not bad usually, but they are seldom enforced. "Who is responsible for these catastrophes of non-enforce- ment more than the public officer violating his oath?" Says the Cleveland Press: "Death reaches out and claims the beloved child of your dearest friend. You go to the stricken home, the heart-broken father or mother meets you at the door, and instead of the words of sympathy you thought you w^ould speak, you clasp your friend's hand, bow your head and are silent. "So to-day Cleveland, at the home of her friend, Collinwood, full of sympathy for her grief-stricken friend, bows her head, clasps her hand, and is silent. "In the face of such a pitiful tragedy as the one which vis- ited our neighbor and friend yesterday words are meaningless, and he who tries to speak them only proves the inadequacy of language to express the real depths of emotion. "Those of us who are parents, who get from the tender souls whom God has given to us the inspiration to meet life's daily battles with a braver spirit, realize at a time like this how large a part of our lives our children arc. how sacred a thing is the protection which we owe to our own children as parents ; to all children as citizens. "Are we as alive as we should be to thesacredness of the duty which -the responsibility of parenthood and citizenship imposes? "One hundred and sixty children met untimely death in one of the most awful forms in Collinwood yesterday. "The soul sickens at the thought of the cruel torture to those choking, burning, writhing little bodies. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 219 "And yet, broadly speaking, the fault is ours, as a people. Ours! Ours!! "The cheapest thing in this great American republic to-day is human life. "Five hundred people, most of them children, were burned to death in the Chicago Iroquois theater fire because we, as a people, were too busy making dollars to give even a thought to the protection of the lives of theater patrons. "A thousand people, most of them children, were sacrificed on the altar of greed and public thoughtlessness in the Slocum disaster in Long Island sound. "One hundred and seventy-two children were killed in Col- linwood just because we as a people do not love our children enough to tax ourselves to build schoolhouses of steel and stone and other fireproof materials. "If out of this pitiful tragedy grows an awakened public con- science, a determination on the part of each one of us to do his share toward better safeguarding the lives of other chil- dren, then the 172 victims of our thoughtlessness will not have died in vain." Peril of School Children. And from the Chicago News : "In the face of the dreadful slaughter of the innocents a^ Collinwood, O., there is no need that many words be spoken. There is need, however, for immediate and energetic action. Since a public school building in a suburb of Cleveland proved so shockingly ill prepared to permit the escape of its little in- mates when it took fire, there is no reason to doubt that many other school buildings are equally perilous to the pupils who assemble in them. 220 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "Accounts of the fire at Collinwood indicate that the Uves of all the children might have bj^een saved if the building had been in reasonable condition to permit of rapid departure from its doors and windows. It had but inadequate fire escapes for its hundreds of occupants. One of its rear doors was locked. Its front doors were useless. Its halls were so narrow that they afforded no chance for free movement. They served merely as traps, into which the children, driven by the immin- ent peril in which they found themselves, trampled one an- other to death or fell and were burned in heaps. Urges Better Protection. "How much intelligence has been used in protecting the school children of Chicago? A great deal of intelligence, we think. Yet it should be the care of the board of education and the school authorities generally, as well as of the city building commissioner, to examine once more all the exits and fire escapes and hallways of all the school buildings and to have every defect remedied. To the memory of the innocent lives sacrificed in Collinwood there should be paid effective homage in the form of untiring efforts to prevent other chil- dren in this civilized country from being roasted or trampled to death." CHAPTER XXI. DECRIES TALL BUILDINGS. "SAFESGUARD PUBLIC SCHOOLS" IS CRY THAT ARISES. An emphatic protest against tall buildings for school pur- poses is made by the Chicago Journal, which says : "The Collinwood school building that was burned, costing the lives of little children, was three stories high. It oc- cupied land in a suburb of the city, and that land could not have been worth more than $1,000 an acre, if so much. Why was the building made three stories high? "No building to be occupied as a public school should ever have more than two stories, even where land is expensive. This rule has not prevailed in the erection of Chicago school buildings or of those in the suburbs. Out northwest, for ex- ample, there is one school building, standing alone in the midst of open fields, and it is five stories high. Buildings Far Too High. School buildings in the city are all higher than they should be, when the safety of occupants in case of fire is considered. "The board of education should make sure that all school buildings are as well protected against a catastrophe like that in Cleveland as they can be. Especially should it see that all doors open outward and that every exit is kept open during school hours. "But, more important still, the board should now adopt the policy of building no school house more than two stories high. Such a policy may perhaps slightly increase the expenses of 222 THE STORY OF THE FIRE the taxpayers, but what is expense in comparison with such a loss as that at CoUinwoocl, where nearly two hundred house- holds were plunged into grief as the result of negligence and carelessness?" Little Children Sacrificed. The Cleveland Leader says : "Dreadful as the slaughter of little children in the Collin- wood schoolhouse was in itself, the worst phase of the pitiful sacrifice of young lives is the needlessness of it all. The boys and girls who perished in that slaughter pen might have es- caped if the building had been safer and better cared for. And there is a sickening menace of like horrors in other places, in the story of the Collinwood tragedy. "How many schoolhouses in Cleveland have hall doors which are big enough, both front and rear, for emergency use? How many of these doors open inward? How many are kept so locked or otherwise fastened that they could not be opened instantly in case of lire? How many schoolhouses are well equipped with fire escapes? In how many are attic rooms, without proper means of exit, used as classrooms? "Every one of these questions may involve the safety or destruction of many children. Every one must be answered. If the answer is not what it should be then every defect so re- vealed must be remedied. It is not a matter for parleying or delay. Imperative Need Shown. "The horrible Collinwood lesson brings home to every man and woman in Cleveland the imperative need of adopting all of the safeguards in schoolhouses which common sense and experience demand. THE STORY OF THE FIRE 223 "Far better one-story relief buildings with all their defects, than firetraps of whatever architectural appearance. Better no school than a slaughter house. "And how frequent and thorough are fire drills? How nearly automatic has the marching out of the children become when the fire gong rings? How completely in hana do the teachers feel that their little charges are, and how well pre- pared for emergencies? • "The slaughter in Collinwood is past mending. That record is closed. What can be done, what must be done, now is to exhaust every resource to prevent another such tragedy. There is no lack of pity and tenderness for the families plunged into grief and the long nightmare of a dreadful memory. There must be no failure to take the dire lesson to heart and make it the means of safeguarding other children, in other schools, more perfectly than they have ever yet been protected." Said the Cleveland News : "Unquestionably the cause of the large number of deaths in the Collinwood fire was the closed door at the foot of the rear stairway — the door behind which the bodies of the little ones were piled several feet deep. "The main — the all-important — question now is who was responsible for that door's having been closed when it should have been opened. It seems to have been established that the door did not swing inward, as was stated. It is also clear that the hallway was too narrow, a fault of the architect who designed the building. But even. with all the defects of the structure, if the door had been open or unfastened so that the children could have got out the death list would have been insignificant as compared with the great total that has now been counted. 224 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "Unfortunately there is no law covering criminal careless- ness in Ohio unless the person who is careless is at the same time violating some law. "The Collinwood holocaust is the most fearful calamity in the history of Cleveland and vicinity. Its horror is inex- pressible. The anguish that must have crazed the minds and tortured the bodies of those children, struggling, suffocating, burning alive, leaves us speechless when we think of it. "Fortunately, most of the little victims met a death that was a little merciful in its swiftness if not in its terrible manner. Comparatively few live to sufifer. But the anguish of hundreds of stricken parents and brothers and sisters will endure through life. The sympathy of the whole country is held out to them, but it can do little for them. No sympathy can bring back the little babes that went merrily to Lake View school Wednesday morning. Might Have Been Prevented. "Perhaps the most horrifying feature of the whole afifair is that it might have been prevented. "Let us learn to the full the terrible lesson so terribly taught. Let us realize the only good that ever comes out of such evil catastrophes. "After the Iroquois theater fire, theaters all over the coun- try became subject to searching inquiry. Many improve- ments resulted. Cleveland theaters were made safer than they ever were before. They are safe still. The vigilance of man- agers and city authorities has never been allowed to relax. "Now what of our schoolhouses? We have fire wardens who inspect theaters and firemen detailed to attend perform- ances, theoretically to watch over the safety of our citizens, THE STORY OF THE FIRE 225 but did anyone ever hear of firemen being stationed at school- houses to guard the safety of helpless children? "How often do the fire wardens inspect schoolhouses? Are the school buildings all fireproof, as some of the newer ones are claimed to be? Are the school heating appliances all in first-class condition? Would it not be well to install school heating plants in detached buildings? How many schools have adequate exits? How many winding stairways are there? How many narrow passages, choked vestibules and mantraps of whatever sort waiting to share their little prey? "If there are none, thousands of parents will be glad to know it. If there are, thousands of mothers and fathers demand their removal. "Let us know about our Cleveland schools. Let us have inspection, inquiry, publicity. No amount of this will mitigate in the least degree the horror of the Collinwood tragedy. But it may prevent its re-enaction in Cleveland any day. It doesn't take a fire to start a panic. A scream in any school corridor in Cleveland might send hundreds of children strug- gling to agonizing deaths to-morrow — the more so because our children, unfortunately, know as much about the Lake View holocaust as we do. Reforms in our school buildings will cost money. It must come out of the public purse this time. Let us spend it while the mood is on vis. Will We Forget? "Two weeks hence we shall be absorbed in other subjects — politics, legislation, business, baseball, scandal — each accord- ing to his bent. The Collinwood calamity will have dropped out of our reading and our conversation almost altogether. 226 THE STORY OF THE FIRE "As a people, we are blessed with a short memory. With the utmost cheerfulness and dispatch we proceed to forget what it would be disagreeable to remember. The few mem ories that we cling to most fondly are the little incidents in which we have figured to our own credit. The great blunders we have committed, the wrongs we have been guilty of, the deep griefs we have suffered — these we choose to forget. Horror Fades Quickly. "It is a lamentable fact that we are habituated to horrors and human hecatombs. The Iroquois, Slocum and San Fran- cisco disasters were faint memories within six months of their occurrence. The Boyertown calamity occurred less than two months ago. Little recollection of it remains in our minds now, though it happened in an adjacent state and was every bit as bad as the crime of Collinwood. "Perhaps nothing so well illustrates the immensity of our country as our indifference to disaster except when it occurs at our very door. In England a railroad wreck in which half a dozen lives are lost scandalizes the whole country for weeks. In America railroad wrecks, mine horrors and even such peculiarly appalling disasters as the sacrifice of children's lives in Collinwood are commonplace. "It is not to our credit. It shows our boasted civilization up as a pretty poor thing. Can't Forget Children. "The horrors named, with many more that have entirely slipped from memory, will endure in agonizing recollection for decades, but only in the immediate communities where they occurred. Collinwood, the scene of several disastrous acci- dents, can never forget the Lake View school fire. Cleveland THE STORY OF THE FIRE 227 may forget the Central viaduct disaster, but it will never for- get the little children who laid down their lives at Lake View school because someone had blundered. "The rest of the country may, and no doubt will, forget. Most communities have horrors of their own to shudder at — skeletons in their own closets. Think of the towns you know. Elyria, Mentor, Ashtabula? What do their names suggest ? Sacrifice Needless, "Needless, heedless sacrifice of human life. That is all. "All over the United States, all over the world for that mat- ter, Cleveland today is principally known as the city where 172 children were burned alive. "The country will forget that. What does it care for chil- dren's life? Wherever Collinwood is an unknown village far .away, there the fate of the 172 little victims will be forgotten. Here, where Collinwood is as a member of our family, it can never be forgotten. "The wreath of glossy green leaves on the door in the next block means nothing to us. But the spray of pink roses on our own door? Ah, that is different. Perhaps when there is no longer a single little community in the United States without its own ghastly memory, the nation may awaken from its indifference. We are short-mem- oried as a people. Alany of us may be talking base-ball a fortnight hence. But when we have all had crepe tied to our own doors, our memories may be jogged to the extent of doing something about it." CHAPTER XXII. SACRIFICE OF LIVES. NO EXCUSE FOR TERRIBLE LOSS OF LIFE, SAYS ST. LOUIS PAPER. The St. Louis Republic said : "Every detail of the holocaust at the Collinwood suburb of Cleveland attests that the lives of half the children in the burned school building were sacrificed to short sighted negli- gence and incompetence that have no other name than crim- inal. "The school authorities of the town cannot escape censure if the municipal authorities were derelict in their duties. A school board having under its charge the lives as well as the training of hundreds of children can hardly escape severe con- demnation for neglecting so simple and inexpensive a pre- caution of safety as the fire escapes that were wanting. Lack of Discipline. "All through the tragedy there was unreadiness, lack of dis- cipline, panic and death. Somebody should be held accounta- ble for the lives needlessly sacrificed. Equally with the vic- tims of similar neglect in the management of the Boyertown picture show, the lives of the Collinwood children call for atonement. "Happily the St. Louis schools are well equipped to meet a panic originating in fire or other cause. But it makes no difference whether the place in which large numbers of peopb are habitually assembled be a school or a theater or a hall for public meetings, there is under the laws a punishable offense THE STORY OF THE FIRE 229 committed when such horrors are recorded as those of the Iroquois theater, the Boyertown show and the ColHnwood school. The best way to prevent them is to enforce the law." Said the Columbus Press-Post : "Language fails to express the shock of horror caused by the catastrophe which befell so many school children in Cleve- land's suburb of ColHnwood. Language is even inadequate to describe it, as all must realize who have followed the narra- tion of the terrible details. "The most skillful news writers find their hands almost par- alyzed and their brains stupefied in attempting to tell the pitiful story. There is no inspiration to lofty figures of speech, no inclination for fiorid disclosure. Plain words, plainly threaded together, tell the harrowing tale. Fancied Security's Snare, "We feel here in Columbus that we are safeguarded against such catastrophe. No doubt the people of ColHnwood felt ex- actly the same way. Calamities of that sort do not befall the wary, but fancied security sets the snare that is not discovered until too late. "A competent and thorough fire drill is a good discipline and in most cases is a sufficient protection against danger. But even a fire drill will not obviate panic when children are ex- pected to march through a gaping inferno. "In addition to a thorough fire drill, to discipfine pupils, there should be adequate means of egress. No schoolhouse should be without exterior fire escape stairways reaching to every schoolroom, even though the building be not more than two stories high, which is a matter that should be given im- 230 THE STORY OF THE FIRE mediate attention by the board of education in this city," The Indianapolis News commented thus : "Accustomed as we are to our almost daily horror, the fire at Cleveland comes still as an awful shock. Nor does there seem to be great criticism due for lack of preventives. A two- story brick building ought, in the nature of things, to be safe. True, there was only one fire escape, yet numerous fire escapes would have been a frail dependence for children. There were two stairways ; and these, if of the right relative capacity, should have been sufBcient. The "fire drill," too, had been practiced. The children responded to it, and got to the lower floor. But alas ! they had been taught only to go to the door that was now was barred by the flames. "There was a blockade and in a moment pressure from the rear completed the tragedy. Of course, one might ask why was there a fire. It is said that it came from a defective fur- nace. If so, here was indeed grave fault. It is known also that the building was overcrowded ; here was another fault." The Springfield Republican says: "What every community throughout the country is ever fearful of in relation to its schools and its children therein has befallen the village just outside the city limits of Cleveland, and that which was spoken of Rama by the Hebrew prophet may now be heard there in measurement of the uttermost depths of human anguish — "lamentation and weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her childrey." Mourn for Children. "We have had similar fire horrors with even greater sacrifice of life, and one only within a few weeks where children and adults perished by scores together. But how much worse it THE STORY OF THE FIRE 231 seems where the great sacrifice of life is almost exclusively confined to little children ! It is a story which strikes with sickening force into the parental heart all over the land. "The glory of the American democracy is its common schools, which stand also as the witness to the world for the strength and genuineness of its purposes in the work of up- lifting the race. No expense has seemed too great for it in the work of bringing its children of all classes into a com- mon education. And with what care it watches over the chil- dren as they come together in its schools — always and es- pecially with an eye to the possibilities of fire, and taking pains through the fire drill and in other ways to prevent such a horror as has always been feared and has now come. We may not forget, in the great pity of it all, the sore affliction which falls also upon this splendid spirit of our democracy." Stated the Hamilton (Ont.) Spectator: "The fire horror in a Cleveland suburban school has brought terror to the hearts of thousands of parents in all parts of the country, and boards of education everywhere will be taking stock in an effort to further safeguard the lives of children under their care. So far as the calamity was explained the cause was not through any absence of fire drill, the thing we have pinned our faith to in this city as the best safeguard against similar catastrophe. Children Flee in Terror. "What seems to have been the cause of such enormous loss of life as has been recorded was the fact that the rear doors were closed and locked. Seeing the smoke and flame, the children headed down the stairway for the front door, became excited and rushed ahead in panic. Either the doors were 232 THE STORY OF THE FIRE never opened, or, if they were, were soon forced shut again by the crush of human bodies piling up against them. "There are but two or three school buildings in Hamilton where the hallways are narrow ; there are no schools where the doors open inwar^. The horror demonstrates the fact that while fire drill may be perfect when given for exhibition pur- poses it may be expected to fail when the children are brought face to face with actual smoke and flame. In such case there must be other safeguards." The Hartford Courant made the following comment: "The carelessness which made this burnt ofifermg of budding lives possible is quite as apalling as the disaster itself. Doors being closed in a three-story brick building with a mass of children on every floor ; one fire escape ; the heating apparatus directly under the stairways leading downward ; and the evi- dent surprise of everyone that a fire should have occurred. There is some question as to whether the back door of the building w-as locked ; but the first rush against it fastened it as tightly as if it had been locked. Furnace a Deadly Danger, "The furnace or heating apparatus, however, was the deadly danger. It should have been inclosed in a cemented chamber near the side or a corner, with the proper radiating pipes, so that if it became red hot nothing would be burned but its own material and perhaps the ends of the pipes Instead, it ap- pears simply to have been planted under the stairways with wood all about it. "But. being thus dangerously planted, with what minute and constant care, it should have been watched during school hours, and with what a stolid and dreadful carelessness it was not watched ! — the fire itself being ample proof of this." THE STORY OF THE FIRE 233 The Rochester Union and Advertiser said : "The only conclusion at which one can arrive after reading the accounts of the disaster at North Collinvvrood, near Cleve- land, in which between 170 and 180 children lost their lives, is that there was criminal negligence on the part of the town authorities in not having a better equipped fire department pre- pared to meet such an emergency. Trampled to Death. "To make this horror complete the door at the rear entrance was closed, and the children, who came down the stairway pellmell, trampled one another to death until their bodies were piled high in the hall near the door. Most of the deaths, it appears, occurred here. If the door at this rear entrance to the building had not been shut the death record would have been small in comparison with what it is. "Besides being shut, the door at the rear entrance was reported to open inward,, which should not be the case with the doors in school buildings. Such doors should open out- ward, and, moreover, they should open automatically when the gong for the fire drill sounds." Said the Boston Globe : "So many illustrations recently have been afforded of the speedy and safe exodus of large numbers of children from school buildings on occasions of fire drill and even when actual danger was thought to be threatened, that it is all the more shocking to learn of the terrible loss of life in a fire which de- stroyed a school building in a suburb of Cleveland. "It is reported that only two exits were available and that one of these was so difficult to open that it was practicallv use- less. With 400 children endeavoring under these circum- 234 THE STORY OF THE FIRE stances to escape from a building- that filled rapidly with smoke and flame, it requires little effort of the imagination to picture the fearful scene of death. Adults, under like condi- tions, would have been not less panic stricken. "The actual catastrophe can only be deplored, but every city and town in the country where children are gathered in schools may read in this startling story a solemn warning to make immediate examination of the means of exit from the buildings in case of fire or alarm and to take instant steps to provide facilities, where such are wanting, that will assure the safety of the children beyond any doubt or chance." The Boston Advertiser remarked : "The appalling death roll from the schoolhouse tragedy at Cleveland may have a serious warning for many New England communities. The present state law does give to building inspectors the right to pass on plans for public school struc- tures, throughout Massachusetts ; and it is to be assumed that proper means of egress are maintained in all. More Care Needed. "But it was supposed that the Collinwood schoolhouse was supplied with proper exits, yet one became impassable through the panic of the children. The "fire drill" is a recognized insti- tution in most Massachusetts schools. But the real test of such drills comes only when the teachers and pupils, as a rule, are unprepared for it. "If the Collinwood tragedy has no other effect it would make teachers and principals more careful than ever before to make sure that no panic, however sudden and unexpected, shall be able to override the habits taught by constant repeti- tion of the fire drill." THE STORY OF THE FIRE 235 The Columbus Dispatch said : "The entire state has been shocked by the terrible disaster in the public school building at Collinwood, a suburb of Cleve- land — a disaster which, in cost of human life, threatens to equal if not surpass that in the Boyertown (Pa.) opera house, a few weeks since. It is the old story of fire, panic, a crush of humanity at inadequate exits and — death in its most hideous form. There w-as help in abundance just outside, but it was of no avail against locked and blockaded doors, and the result was anguish unspeakable, on the part of parents, friends and all others of humane instincts." Investigation's Aid. "The disaster was investigated and all the facts made known, as far as they could be secured from those who knew and those who can only guess. For the children who are dead and the parents who are broken hearted, it was all in vain. Will it also be in vain for others wdio are similarly imperiled? One certain result the calamity should produce : The enact- ment of the bill pending in the legislature, making the fire drill compulsory in all schools in which there are fifty or more pupils." The Bufifalo Enquirer said : "Another lesson which should not go unheeded by the authorities of the danger to which many of the school children of the country are daily subjected, comes from Collinwood, wdiere occurred the awful holocaust by which more than a hundred innocent lives were blotted out and scores of families plunged into deepest mourning. "That so little care is exercised by the authorities in the construction and maintenance of school buildings is a serious 236 THE STORY OF THE FIRE wrong and a disgrace to a country which claims to be law abiding and sympathetic in its tendencies. Young in Peril. "There are thousands of structures in this country in which the young are being educated to tal>:e their places in the busy world of men and women, equally dangerous as the building in Ohio where such a terrible sacrifice to official neglect and care- lessness of the law's enforcement, was demanded. "Every possible safeguard should be thrown about the lit- tle ones whose lives are so precious to us, but whose protection from similar conditions as those said to have attached to the Collinwood building, we are too careless to ensure." The Boston Herald commented : "The terrible destruction of child life in Cleveland's sub- urb, owing to fire in a school building, seemingly constructed so as to bring about a maximum of disaster in case of fire and panic, will be an object lesson for many other communities which are courting like horror. There cannot be too much at- tention given to the construction of school buildings, the number and situation of exits, and provision for easy egress." CHAPTER XXIII. MODEL SCHOOL HOUSE. PLANS SAID TO SHOW HOW SCHOLARS COULD ESCAPE EASILY. Impelled by the Collinwood school horror, John P. Brophy, vice president and general superintendent of the Cleveland Automatic Machine Company, a thorough mechanic and prac- tical man in every way has evolved a new design for a school- house, which he thinks will provide a building as safe in case of fire as it could be made and which at the same time will make provision for the comfort and health of pupils and teachers. He has designed a square building, with a light well in the center and towers on each corner. Stairs Regularly Used. The stairways in these towers are used regularly by the scholars to reach the rooms close to each tower; that is, if there were even five stories, all the scholars in the rooms in each corner of the building, could pass into the towers closest, to these rooms. On the inside of light well "I" are stairways "G," leading from the top to the bottom of the building, to be used as fire escapes or to pass from one floor, across the court below, to the room on opposite side. To pass from room 4 to room 1 use the stairway "G" to the ground floor, passing through the court and us.e stairway "G" on the opposite side to room L On each floor there is a hallway "H" around the inner wall, or lightwell ; "AA" are cloakrooms and "BB" toilet rooms, 238 THE STORY OF THE FIRE located on each floor. The walls surrounding cloak and toilet rooms would be brick, reaching up through all floors. Each floor is only a large gallery, and the stairways down THE MODEL SCHOOL. the towers are not winding, but straight. Also all doors on the inside of building swing both ways, so there would be no danger in case of panic from doors being locked. On the wide stairways passing down towers "D" there would be a THE STORY OF THE FIRE 239 center double rail and one on each side, avoiding chance of scholars stumbling and falling in rushing down suddenly. The furnaces would be at "F" in center of court below, and reached from the lower floor by stairway. From the outside stairway "I\r' leads to entiance "L" on both sides a passage- way for fuel and supplies underneath building. To Eliminate Trouble. "Supposing," said Brophy, "a fire started in any of the rooms, say room 4, five stories high, all that is necessary for the teacher to do is to have the children move around through doors to 3 and 2, finally leading to 1. We all know that if a fire started in room 4, no matter how serious it might be, it would take considerable time before it would reach either room 1, 2 or 3, and especially 1, and as all the floors are one vast gallery, there is no chance of the scholars being caught, as they were at Collinwood. By having four entrances to this school with say, 1,000 children, there would be 250 scholars passing in and out of each tower. This, without question, would eliminate trouble from a vast army of children passing out of one or two entrances. "Also, there will be better ventilation in this style of build- ing. I am satisfied that this design of school would obviate all trouble from fire ; would be heated more satisfactorily ; have better air and light ; and no possible chance of a repeti- tion of that which occurred at Collinwood a few days ago." CHAPTER XXIV. "LEST WE FORGET!" RECONSTRUCT YOUR SCHOOLS XOW THAT SLMI- LAR DISASTERS MAY NOT HAPPEN. "Lest we forget!" The Collinwood fire is now of the past. To the stricken homes it is still fresh. But is the terrible dis- aster still strong in the minds of those who were not directlv affected by it? The entire nation, yes the whole world, was shocked and horrified at the awful holocaust. It was the deaths of little and innocent children that made the disaster so terrible. It is bad enough when such calamities visit adults, but when the hand of death touches the young and innocent there is an additional feeling of horror. Left Home Happy. With the early morning 172 little ones, fresh and rosy wended their w^ay to the school house, the school that we were supposed to see was safely constructed, the building which proved to be only a fire trap. It was not of their doing. They were not voluntary visitors at the school. It was at our instigation that these little children went to the building where they met their death. They knew nothing of the dangers, but put their trust in the older ones who were responsible for them. Hardly had their morning prayers to the Father who does not let a sparrow fall but that he knows, when the cry of "fire! fire !" rang through the building. The children rushed out into the halls and there seeing the smoke and llames became panic stricken and ran pell mell down the stairway. One tiny EDWIN, HULDA AND FRED SWANSON. hildren of Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Swanson, 597 Adams Street Fred wanted to go with his mother to the city on the morning of the fire. 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