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Now, from August 5,, 1951, here is the Howard Crawford murder case. This is Bob broadcasting from Topeka, Kansas Hope, and thanking the sponsor of your

regularly scheduled program for this two-minute interruption. Ladies and gentlemen, in the last ten years, I've visited many dramatic spots in this world,

but just a few minutes ago I returned from a tour of what was once North Topeka, Kansas.

I've just seen block after block of total destruction. Streets caved in, buildings undermined,

and flattened, entire new housing

developments, a shambles, with the houses jammed together like battered boxes. As we

toured this sickening area, I thought of the heroics that must have accompanied this

disaster as it happened. The emergency operations of the Red Cross, Salvation Army, Air Force,

Coast Guard, veterans' organizations,

and the thousands of civilian volunteers, all striving to hold this hungry, call river within

its banks.

Then the complete frustration when it crashed into the streets.

But the excitement of that time has passed.

Today it's a dismal task of dirty drudgery. Imagine the heartbreaker returning

to what was once your home and finding three feet of dried mud on the front porch. After

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