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Street Scenes in Aftermath of Tornado Neighbors Compare Notes on Damage and Their Reactions Some Freak Effects of Storm JJWWIIMSHWIMW John Croshy Thrilling Way to 'Meet Mr. Lincoln' NEW YORK, Feb. 11. EVERY YEAR ABOI'T THIS TIME, the broadcasters nd the newspapers and all of us try to outdo one another In making a low bow to Abraham Lincoln. Much of this eulogy is repetitive; much of it is dull and the wonder is -pit v- nit rM.

that Lincoln survives this If 4 'i- 'j i-rrh annual orgy of praise as well as he docs. Occasionally, some new way of doing Lincoln honor is discovered and such a one is the TV program "Meet Mr. Lincoln" oh KSD-TV at 7:30 tonight which I earnestly advise all of you to see. "Meet Mr. Lincoln" opens with a couple of youngsters staring up at the heroic statute in the Lincoln monument In Washington and then traces Lincoln's life through the tumultuous war years, by means of photographs alone.

This use of still photography for motion pic i -it JOHN CROSBY View of the north tide of Olive street at Boyle in the 4200 block, showing damage to buildings housing restaurants and apartments. By Poit-Dioatch Photoqrphr. House at 4214 Washington boulevard, minus roof and windows. Other buildings down the street also suffered extensive damage in the tornado. SWSJK rf Dickson Terry Of thr Potl-Difpatch Staff 9 1 -r si plywood to cover up the window." she explained, "but it doesn'l seem to rfcl here." In another shop a man and woman stood shivering, looking bark at starting passershy wilh vacant expressions.

A block west, on Washington boulevard, a row of big old rooming houses stood blivk in the raw wind, their roofs gone, their indows blown out. From the third floor of one of the houses, a piece of blue curtain kept flapping out in the wind. There was no ceiling above the window, no room behind it. In the middle of the street stood a tall Negro woman in a thin black coat and with a shawl around her head. Her hands were clasped in front of her.

She shivered with the cold and tears ran down her cheeks. She was staring up at the window. "That's where my sister lived." she said, "where those blue curtains are flapping. I've called the hospitals, I've aski the policemen. 1 can't find her anywhere." Two Negro men came along.

"You locking for your sister?" one said. "She don't live (here anymore. She moved a week ago." "Oh," said the woman with a deep sigh, "Thank the Lord." able to find was some doll furniture from a laige doll which was in the pile of rubble. Helping her was another antique dealer, Charles Glra-son, whose shop was across the street. "I'm a complete loss." she was saving, "but I'm just glad nobody here was killed." Glcason agreed with her.

"Alter all, we can always make money, can't we Norma''" he said to cheer her up. "Yes." she said, "and it could have happened in the daytime. Think of that Police on all sides were holding the curious hark. Hopes had been strung around the area and city workers were already busy cleaning up the rubble and hauling it away in trucks. A crowd oi people gathered in the middle of the intersection.

In the center of the crowd was a mail carrier, Charles Wyatt. Unable to deliver the mail to most of the places in the neighborhood, he stood in the middle of the street and handed it out to the shopkeepers. On the east side of Boyle avenue, plate glass windows of two antique shops had been blown out. In one of them a woman proprietor was in the empty window, hugging herself to keep warm, and walking up and down as though she were on a stage with an antimie shop for a background. She smiled wanly.

"I've sent tor If ture narrative has been done before, notably in the recreation of artists' lives by means of their paintings. Here the producer and director, Donald B. Hyatt, and the writer, Richard Hanser, have made stunning use of an enormous collection of prints and photographs of the Lincoln era. By constantly moving the camera, panning right to left, or drawing back, by quick switches from picture to picture, you get the illusion of motion, of movement, of life. Dore Senary did something very like this, recreating the battle of Gettysburg by means of statues and monuments on the battlefield, without a single live actor, in a motion picture that didn't attract half the attention It deserved.

In this show tonight, not only Lincoln, but Lincoln's time, and the great war between the states rome alive in a manner that is almost impossible to describe until you have seen it yourself. These old pictures have an authenticity, a realness, a sheer Impact of detail that no actors greasepaint on their faces or no settings, no matter how long the research department has worked on them, can match. There are pictures of Springfield when Lincoln was a young man with the original signs on the muddy streets and suddenly you are transported back to that era. You can smell the smells and taste the tastes of the time. Lincoln looks like Lincoln, not like Raymond Masscy (who is currently playing God in "JB" and God only knows where he goes from that role).

Project 20 looked through some 25,000 pictures from archives and collections all over the country and used only about 500 of them. "You can't duplicate the old daguerrotypes and the old engravings," said Hyatt. "When you think of all the obstacles Matthew Brady had to surmount to get those pictures, you realize how magnificent those Civil War pictures were. Brady had first to get permission to visit the battlefield. When he took to the field, he had 30 aids with him.

They had to draw blinds on the wagon, sensitize their plates, rush out to take their pictures, rush back to develop them." Hyatt and Hanser alike agree that no portrait photographer today has taken better portraits than Hesxler's pictures of Lincoln. Rrady's camp shots of soldiers and this hen you had to hold a pose for 30 seconds or so have never been surpassed. When you look at the show tonight, take a look at snme of these faces of soldiers and slaves and by been vacated In a hurry. Next to the Gaslight is a vacant building which had been blown out both front and bark, giving a wide open view of the houses on the other side of the alley, like a bombed-out building after an air raid. On the southwest corner was the Westminster Pharmacy.

A large part of the top of the building had been blown away, leaving the east wall standing. The inside of the store looked as though vandals had turned over shelves and racks. Everything from toothpaste to patent medicine was scattered on the floor, and across the front door lay a rack of books and magazines, everything covered with a thick layer of brick and plaster dust. Among the antique decorations of the Golden Eagle are a number of large campaign banners of other years. Hanging near the front door was one with a large picture of William Jennings Bryan ap-pliqued to the banner.

The picture of Bryan had been ripped from the banner, which still hung with the large legend in black letters: "THE PEOPLE RULE." The piano had been carried from the bandstand to the rear of the restaurant and deposited on the floor, right side up and unharmed. Across the street, on Olive, was the remains of the only building in the district which had been completely demolished. Buildings on either side still stood. This one had been the antique shop of Norma Kappesser, a tall, middle-aged woman who was rummaging through the bricks to see what she could salvage. All she was Hjf Front view of the Westmoreland hotel at Taylor and Mary land, with rooms exposed like a movie set.

6f doing wiih Golden ,2, OI TUT CM COMPLETE OV THE GROUNDS of the Academy of the Sacred Heart nuns moved about, singly and in groups, trying to determine the damage that had been done to their school. The grounds were strewn with guttering and downspouts. Against a fence lay a metal cupola which had come from the top of the building. The weathervane was broken, leaving only the W. Huge trees had been torn from the ground, their naked roots lying exposed.

Two of them had fallen almost on top of a stone grotto, and debris had fallen all around it. But the grotto itself remained untouched, and in its recesses could be seen the blue and white statue of the Blessed Virgin, serene as ever. So, too, were the nuns, outwardly at least, despite the fact that the two huge stained glass windows which were the pride of the school and the chief adornment of the chapel, had been blown to bits. Two large and gaping holes remained. The windows had been installed when the chapel was built in 1914.

They stood 18 feet high and 10 feet wide. I had occasion to visit this chapel not long ago, and had been struck by the majestic beauty of the windows which had cast their soft rays from high on either side dow onto the altar. "But we were fortunate," one of the nuns said. "Nobody was hurt. In that building over there, I understand, two men died." She was pointing to a heating plant bark of Mc-Auley Hall, which is on the next street.

A tall brick smoke stark had gone over on the building, almost crushing it to the ground. Two men had been killed. The area around the academy, at Maryland and Taylor avenues, was one of the places the tornado dipped down in the darkness early yesterday, tore at buildings and trees and then went on. It was still fairly earlv in the morning, and residents of the neighborhood were walking around, looking at wrecked homes and uprooted trees, with the silent air of incomprehension which srems to follow immediately in the wake of disaster. A huge elm tree had been torn from the ground and had fallen across an almost new Ford.

The top of the car was smashed in. and the body of the car itself was flat on the cround as though it had no wheels. Three teen-age boys stood looking at the automobile and their expressions seem to indicate that this, to them, was a true catastrophe. The sidewalk was almost blocked by piles of brick, boards, window frames and other debris which had been torn from the roofs and fronts of houses. A dignified elderly man.

dressed as though he were going to a board meeting, walked out of one of the houses, went to the end of his walk, lifted a small camera, snapped one photograph, Living Room down i I LOW LOW PRICF1 Spfrial (.,11 GOLDEH FcoKV 1260 N. KINGSHIGHWAY at P. mm Open Mon. ond Fri. Nits With TEMPULSE "There was a roar and crashing of glass," said Mrs.

H. C. Whitehead, who lives on the third floor, "then there was a loud whistling noise, then another roar. That's when the wall blew out. I walked downstairs in my hare feet over all that broken glass." Houses on Maryland for almost a block east and half a block west of Taylor had felt the effects of the storm.

In some places the damage was slight but freakish. Carl Mose, the sculptor, was awakened when his dining room window, in the south side of the house, broke and scattered glass in every direction. He had had an inclosed garden back of the house, with a high rustic fence all around it. When he looked out at daylight, he found the fence had been uprooted, torn apart and piled together in the LOSE POUNDS INCHES RELIEVE PAIN TWinbrook 2-6633 CAN YOU PICK THE HIGHEST PROTEIN CARWYN'S Clayton Jowelry Gilli and Repair Jewelry Gltit PA. 5-8007 7434 FORSYTH mnn? f3 standers and pnlitiens.

They don't hardly make faces like that no more. Again there is strength, a splendor, a breadth of experience that seems of another age and another time. Hanser also likes to give credit to the writer of the how who was, wherever possible, that magnificent old word-slingcr, Abe Lincoln himself. "Where I could have Lincoln say it, Lincoln says It," said writer Hanser. Also a great deal of credit for the excitement and stimulation of "Meet Mr.

Lincoln" should go to Robert Russell Bennett who adapted, orchestrated, and conducted the score which is largely composed of superb old tunes from the North and the South like "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp." "The Battle Cry of Freedom," "Rock Me to Sleep, Mother," "Skip to My Lou." "The Bonnie Blue Flag." Susanna!" and, of course, "Battle Hymn of the Rcpuhlic." Incidentally, you might just stay tuned to NBC for the repeat of the superb Fred Astaire show in color at 9 p.m. There's no excuse for missing it twice. Copyright. Nw York Hr raid Tribun. Inc.

Will par current market prices for your Old Gold, Platinum, Antique Jewelry WE BUY AND SELL ANTIQUE JEWELRf mm HUMBLE timin DnnTnuiT I asked a neighbor. "Well, our feelings were pretty badly hurt," was the reply. Part of the front wall nf the Westmoreland hotel, at Taylor and Maryland, was now lying in the front yard. Living rooms, bedrooms and bathrooms were exposed, like a movie set. Although the wall was gone, the furniture sat just as it had been.

In a living room, exposed to the street, was a floor lamp, an easy chair and a table. A large flower box which apparently had stood in front of a window was still there, the green plants waving wildly in the wind. Inside the hotel lobby the switchboard was being manned by candlelight from a couple of fancy glass candelabra. The lobby was filled with people, mostly elderly, and a few children. A coffee urn had been set up on the hotel desk.

An elderly woman with a kerchief around her head came up to me in the lobby. "I swear to goodness," she said, "it sounded like the end of the world had come. I thought Hitler or snme of those people had got in with their bombs. I had just gotten up to take some aspirin when it happened and then you know what? Just fell bark on the bed and lay there, wide awake, until 5 or 6 o'clock. Just lay there." Out on the sidewalk a middle-aged man in a camel's hair topcoat was looking up at the exposed rooms with an air of detachment.

"Look at my filing cabinet standing there," he said, as though he had never really noticed it before. His name w'as Monte Baer. "1 didn't even hear the storm." he said. "I was sound asleep. When the whole wall of my room blew away, I woke up.

At first I thought just the window had blown out. Then I looked again and I was looking right out at the luun run i imi i LRAND ly Flannery Studio ,1 I (Our 40th year) INTRODUCTORY OFFER 3 $495 I 1 Portrait i middle of it. The storm seemed to have lifted after it passed across Maryland avenue, only to come down aeain. with new vengeance, as it approached the in- tersection of Olive street and Boyle avenue, the neighbor- hood which has gained a measure of fame in the last few years as the spiritual home of the art and literary set. The Golden Eagle, in the heart, of the district, looked at.

I first glance as though it had been bombed. The old-fash- I inned. fancy, fretwork portico 1 95c 1 "xl0" Portroit 8fllrflon of tour nroofi Km ui (or wtlrima (imily srfnini. Bumble Bee Tuna is higher in protein than many cuts of beef or milk. When you buy tuna, always pick Bumble Bee Brand.

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M. I.M1S St LoiiU I 1. --4 il tf l. ivl which extended from the front of the building was a mass of twisted wood and metal. All the front windows and the front door had been blown in, the floor was littered with ghiss and debris which was mixed with the sawdust which covered the floor.

The Gaslight, another tavern around the corner on Boyle avenue, lost its front door. On the bar were remains of a dozen highballs which gave the impression the place had turned and walked bacK mio house. Another neighbor his 1 EI7 1 was walking his poodle, as as he looked at the re usual i sults of the storm. A Neighbors met and compared notes on the damage. "What did it do to you?" one man during our Februcry CLEARANCE SALE 'iff KJ They'll Do It Every Time By jimmy Hatio 4tn a iS t'f i rS UNBY I BEG ilxI BESEECH youCAH'T I BESEECH T'ctcr J.

Stfincrohn, M.I). Dogs and Asthma DEAR DR. STEIXCROHN: I am a dog lover and am in a dilemma. I developed asthma about six months ago and my doctor suggested that I get rid of my beautiful collie. I've had dogs all my life.

It was a difficult choice to make. But when a person is up night after niRht fighting for breath, It's not long before he will do anything to find relief. I gave the dog to a friend in the country. Within a week I was feeling better. Here is my question: Does it mean that I will never he able to have a dog in the house again? I suppose I'll have to get along without one if I must.

I was hoping you might have some constructive suggestions. M. R. O. U.

ANSWER: Allergy to dng dander has provoked many an attack of asthma. I have observed It in many patients. Unfortunately, If It Isn't the dog, it may be due to something else you are allergic to. As you seem to miss your pet so much why not try once more? However, this time get either a short-haired dog like a Chihuahua (which produces less dander! or try a French poodle. I know patients who say that they can have these animals around the house without triggering an asthmatic attack.

For your sake and the dog's I hope the experiment works out. Bennett Ceif Try and Stop Me SARAH SIDDONS. great English tragedienne of the righ'centh century, was performing her favorite role of Lady Macbeth before a packed house in London one evening. It was very hot, and air conditioning being still some 150 years away, Mrs. Siddons did the next best thing: she sent a page boy off.

to a nearby pub to fetcti her a pint of foaming, flavor-packed, ice-cold beer. The boy was delayed, and Mrs. Siddons was on stage doing some big-league emoting in the sleeping scene of Lady Macbeth, when he returned with the pitcher of beer. A watchman told him Mrs. Siddons was on stage, but that didn't him.

To the horror of the cast and the delight of the audience he marched out with the beer and said loudly, "There you are, ma'am! The finest and the coldest beer in all London." Mrs. Siddons finally waved him off the stage, but her hie scene was ruined completely when she joined the audience in helpless laughter. Cubes pesteeed MD COY-TALKED TREMSLECHIN INTO GOING TO THE HE4D M4M IN WIS yVU INTERCEDE WITH iVL TALK TO MlM AT I i I I 1 1 I i fi I y-i-ti. you jntecceoe with J.zj 4ptep luncm wwen I 'M I "1 C' I ll 11 Jt VOUB BOSS, BI6DOME, HE'S PEELIN6 OOOO- 'I VV? 4 jj 4 f- '1 If A- I T0 6IVEME A JOB? l'LL PE4LLV00 4LL I i I 4 -s I MY APPLICATION'S tH 1 I C4N-- W-Pf- ST' i Kr N-T 1 VOU'D JUST PUTIN -yr BEH4LP 1 JrffqCkTl demonstrntorl, disconinued 5fSr V'C 1 I T'S "ZZ 0 J'oror coveringi and ono-ef-o-tind -eEESi? (t A A Cohtour at tavingi! With that rnduced Vr A i'WfW'agg VS prica. our limited quantity can't la.t long.

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