Evening star., 1952-01-25
By WiIIiom Hines
Sfar Sfaff Correspondent

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Ia deep sense of outrage pervades
this industrial city of 10000
people.
It is a helpless sort Of outrage
the kind a father feels as he
stands over the crumpled body of
his son and watches the killer
careen down the highway in q
Ihigh-powered car.
Elizabeth is an old town. .
crowded town. and not a very
pretty town. st. Mary's parish,
which embraces a third of the
city, is neither the best nor the
worst part of Elizabeth. II Is
simply the, saddest.
Where Plane Met Its Doom.
+. For here, in this polyglot parish
of factory workers, a large and
powerful airplane met its doom
Tuesday. With the airplane md
Its complement Of %, persisted
Isix residents of the parish-people
remembered by their neighbors as
school kids. housewives. fellow
workers. 90
| About forty days ago, another
lairplane came tO earth in Eliza
Ebeth, and 56 people died. But
that time, all the dead were on
| the plane. which crashed into
I the gorge Of the Elizabeth River.
They said at the time that only
/ a, miracle had kept the craft from
killing scores of Elizabeth chill
dren, who we're at Christmas
party in the Elks club nearby. \
This time, there was no miracle.
Ia pile of blackened timbers. a
half a brick house and a twisted
mass of aluminium testify to that.
Look For Sympathy.
One feels q bit intrusive In
Elizabeth these days-the way one
would feel on walking into home
newly in mourning. But, among
the people of Elizabeth. there is
no apparent resentment at visi-
tors: just a close look for the
sympathy one can't help extend
inc for whatever it is worth.
You walk into a restaurant five
minutes after you hit town. A
waitress you've never seen before
Ibrings a menu. She doesn't say
hello or how are you. She says,
Wasn't it terrible =" j
That is what everyone in Eliza
beth is saying. The man who sells
you a paper says i. as he makes
change; the Italian barber around
the corner from the scene says
lit as he fathers your face. Taxi
drivers, cops, the hote, room clerk
ask the question iEetorically. the
way people, in normal times. say.
Mice day, isn't it?"
100 Planes Pass Daily.
The times aren't normal in Eliz-
Eabeth. More than q hundred
lplanes pass over the city every
Eday-lnost of them at attitudes of
less than 1000 feet-landing or
taking of from Newark airport.
Normally, people don't give them
a second thought, beyond cussing
softly as the television goes hay
wire or walking across the living
room to straighten picture Jared
out of line by the vibrations Of
huge motors. Certainly people
on the street ordinarily don't
bother to glance upward as the
planes pass.
But this week, things are differ
Ient. Yesterday, q group of teen
lage, girls who narrowly missed
death on Tuesday trooped of a
bus near Battin High School as
Ia plane came in Tor a landing.
Almost as one, they peered sky
ward. muttered softly and went
their Schoolward way.
Billy is 8 years old. He
goes to st. Marv's School, cata-
Icornered across from the crash
scene. Tuesday was his fathers
Iday OF, and because it was RAIN
ling the father went after Billy
lin his car. Ordinarily. Billy stops
at the corner store from about
$40 to $3.50 pm. to buy . coke
Ior sneak q look at the comic
books. That store was burned
lout at 3:45.
Boy Wakes Up Screaming.
Billy's father believes he may
have saved his sons life: he gave
thanks to God at st. Mary's
Church early Wednesday. And
what had happened wasn't lost on
THE 8-year-old boy. He was
sound asleep Tuesday night when
Ian airplane rocketed in for q
landing. Billy usually sleeps
through airplane noises. But