The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-09-09

Smoke rose from 1t against the pink sky.
 From then on my walk to the office was succession of ups and downs. It seemed as if the German planes were singling me out. can not remember how many times I flopped down and got up to find that bombs had dropped a long way away.
 Only Humans Abroad
 Down a side street, behind some houses, 8 fire was shooting up from about the spot where the first bomb that missed me had fallen. What appeared to be 8 barrage balloon was falling in flames. I trugdel on, my legs beginning to hurt from the unaccustomed exercise, past air raid wardens and policemen, shelter ing in doorways, who were the only human abroad.
 At one corner a policeman stopped me and asked where I was going. I said I was going to work. He asked where. I told him. Then he said l would have to make 8 detour of about half a mile because the street ahead had been cordoned off.
 The detour route was unlucky. Three times within five minutes I had to flop as screamer bombs seemed heading straight for me.
 Getting back on my route, I was stopped again by g policeman, this one armed with a rifle-the first time in my life I have seen an armed London bobby. He wanted to in- spect my identification card. Then he passed me on.
 Shift to New Attack
 Things quieted for while as the Germans shifted to another quarter. | A couple of street cars rumbled past, but not in my direction. Il hugged houses and stores all the way. On one main street, however, had to step off into the street around cordoned spots. At one of these a bomb had shorn off half of house. Another had gouged big piece out of a block of tef1e- ments, leaving the interior walls, the pictures on them and the fur niture in plain sight. Thence forward nothing much happened although planes passed overhead repeatedly and once I dived down only to realize that what I had heard was not bomb, but the rumbling of a train passing over g. bridge.
 Small People DesOlate London, Sept. 9.-CUP)-ThouS- ands of London's small people were left desolate today by Adolf Eitler's week end vengeance raids.
 Humble homes and small shops bore the brunt of the attack.
 Outside the pile of wreckage that remained of a big block of tene- ments 8 man stood regarding the ruins and said, All I have got left is my shirt" Women, tears stream ing from their faces, searched for missing members of their families. In the east end slums there was the greatest suffering, people stood about in small groups, with no place to go. Some carried blankets, others | newspaper-wrapped parcels of the few belongings they had saved.
 Two public air raid shelters were hit in the east end. Children sleep ing in baby carriages and mothers with babies in their arms were killed when a bomb fell directly through the ventilating shaft of one. Three children in one family were killed. The parents escaped. A man searching for his wife found her lying on the ground. He turned her over, and her sightless eyes stared at him. In the shelters, families had tried to make an underground home be- cause of the nightly raids. They had taken baby carriages and mattresses into it, and had held nightly song | parties to keep their spirits up.
 Many of London's tens of thous- and of small shop keepers were ruined. Outside of one shop hun- dreds of show cards and small card | boxed boxes, the proprietor's entire | stock, lay torn in the street.