This is Jockel Podcast number 297 with Echo Charles and me, Jockel Willink. Good evening, echo.

Good evening.

I was walking through Washington Square when a puff of smoke issuing from the factory building caught my eye.

I reached the building before the alarm was turned in.

I saw every feature of the tragedy visible from outside the building.

I learned a new sound. A more horrible sound than description can picture.

It was the fud of a speeding, living body on a stone sidewalk.

Fud. Dead. Fud. Dead. Fud. Dead.

62. Fud. Deads.

I call them that because the sound and the thought of death came to me each time at the same instant.

There was plenty of chance to watch them as they came down.

The height was 80 feet.

The first ten thud, deads shocked me.

I looked up, saw that there were scores of girls at the windows.

The flames from the floor below were beating in their faces.

Somehow I knew that they too must come down and something within me, something that I didn't know was there, steeled me.

I even watched one girl falling, waving her arms, trying to keep her body upright until the very instant she struck the sidewalk.

She was trying to balance herself.

Then came the thud, a silent, unmoving pile of clothing and twisted broken limbs.

As I reached the scene of the fire, a cloud of smoke hung over the building.

I looked up to the seventh floor.

There was a living picture in each window, four screaming heads of girls waving their arms.

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