The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1909-04-20
LlD DIES ALONE IN
! CITY OF 100000
Jos Cohen, Four Years Old, Is Lost
On Roof Of Building and Elk
pires in Storm. Z
NEW YORK. April 2O.-It Was Sat

NEW YORK, April Pot was sat
urday morning in New forks East
Side. and ignatz Cohen, peddier' lined
ND his little family for inspection. tie
frowned as his eye fell on Baby Joe,
years old.
lJoe must stay az home: you can
not 20 TO the synagogue" he decided.
Look ut his clothes. Rebecca. how
ragged they are II Is not fit that one
should worship God In rags. IL would
be disrespect"
Little Joe looked down at his tiny
faded blue overalls, patched In won
derful mosaics; at his blouse, ripped
and stained: at his brown toes peep
ing out OF scraps of leather; at his
little ragged stockings. Hts lower hp
stuck out piteously.
II wanta co." he rnumbled.
But mo" meant mo" TO the Cohen
family. Joe was left behind.
Il was not till the door had closed
behind the rest OF them that little jos
dried his tears and decided on a
wonderful adventure. He would foi-
low them.
But it's pretty hard for little 4
year-old TO pick his way through an
East Side street on a Saturday morn
ing. There we're go many people.
They were going in so many direo-
lions. Sometimes he thought he couio
zee his father and his brothers ahead.
Sometimes he wasn't sure. He turned
corners. He walked and walked and
finally he got tired. Then he came to
A big four-story tenement. Home, he
thought.
It isn't strange that a baby boy
should get mixed up In tenement
houses. Even grown-ups who know
everything might make that mistake
There isn't much difference Ia New
York tenements. Joe Cohen walked
through the door. and started up
stairs.
One flight. two. three. no familiar
faces Still another, and things still
looked strange. Then there was an
other stair leading TO door. The tired
little boy pushed the door open. and
stepped out on roof. A gust of
wind slammed the door shut behind
him. TX ,@
Laughs at predieament
O--oh--it was funny. being upon the
roof The little fellow laughed,
The tin carpet cracked and ratified
under his feet In such funny way.
He had often wondered what a chin
ney felt IKE. Overhead between him
and the sky birds. few back and forth.
H9 could see other roofs and tops OF
buildings. There was a little parapet
around the edge which he could almost
zee over.
He wasn't scared at all. was Joe.
Up overhead was the sky where God
and the angels were watching him.
His mother. the good Rebecca. had
often told him about 1t. II wasn't for
an hour or so that he did get fright
ened. Then he was very much fright
eued.
The door to the steps wouldn't open.
He could just barely reach the knob.
He couldn't turn IT, He pounded on
the door and kicked II till his little
fingers and toes hurt and bled. He
tried to put his little fingers In the
crack of the door and pull. but 1t
only hurt more, and didn't help any.
Joe began TO cry. first just little
broken sobs, then In loud terrified
walls that reaches beyond the roof to
the houses around.
But no help came. Those dingy
New York tenementy house thousands
" babies. Some Of them are crying
all the time, What was one more in
30 many? No one listened. No one