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ment. Ten minutes later, Professor Green reached the 

 spot and put every available man to the work of rescue. 

 One Junius R. Hanna had been killed by the direct fall 

 fatality of achimney; his companions were more or less injured, 

 though not fatally; one or two others hurt them- 

 selves in jumping from lower floors, and a prominent 

 literary student living on the upper story was only 

 saved by his roommate, who thoughtfully seized his 

 nightshirt just as he was going out of the window. 

 AtRobie The Roble chimneys also fell, but without hitting 

 anybody. The contents and occupants of one room, 

 however, were carried down to the first floor, and 

 when their neighbors screamed to know what had 

 become of them, one of the girls said, "I think we are 

 in the parlor," which was in fact the case! The 

 original Museum, being like Roble of reinforced con- 

 crete, had also escaped serious injury, though the 

 collections were promiscuously rattled about, " shaken 

 like peas in a gourd," and many things irretrievably 

 smashed. But where the Arch had stood lay huge 

 heaps of jagged rock, the Church was a sickening 

 ruin, the Outer Quadrangle a depressing sight with 

 tipsy walls and fringe of rubble, the site of the new 

 Library and Gymnasium a desolation of brick and 

 stone, the extensive additions to the Museum an 

 apparently hopeless wreck! 



In the engineering shops great pieces of machinery 



lay tossed about. The tall smokestack, one hundred 



feet high and reputed to be the most symmetrical 



ever put up, had been rent into three segments, the 



fractures passing through the stone, not through the 



Death of cement which held the blocks together. Under the 



a faithful U pp er section lay the crushed body of the electrician, 



who at the first jar had faithfully turned off the power, 



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