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Show RESCUE! WORK REVEALS BODIES FOURTH OF JULY CRASH AT BOSTON DANCE HALL COSTS MANY LIVES Humber of Dead is Expected to Reach Seventy-Five; Many Tragic Details De-tails are Noted When Bodies Are Found Boston. The great trash heap that was the Pickwick club has been only partially silted but it has yielded forty-two terribly mangled bodies. Before the horror-dreaded -senses of men who burrowed their way into the structure that had collapsed like a card house on fourth of July morning morn-ing there was raised a most dangerous danger-ous rescue fight yet to come. There was a lull, a pause in the operations of the rescue squad as they approached precariously stacked piles of debris twenty-five feet high at what had been the center of the building. What li'is beneath these death mounds may double the toll of the dead. With the arrival of each new body at the city hospital mortuary, a body black of face from dust and suffocation suffoca-tion usually broken and crushed by the great weight of wreckage that had settled above it, the weeping women wo-men and distraught men rushed forward for-ward to see if possible if it was the loved one that had not come home. On the edges of the crowd of thousands thou-sands held back away from the great pit into which the building had crumbled, crum-bled, friends of other victims waited, knowing that inevitably it must be announced that the body they feared to see had been found. In the water soaked pit of the garage gar-age excavation adjoining the club and into which thi wreckage fell. 300 tt i labored iu and attempt fo uncover other victims of me - uigL Oowic" dance to death. The wicker baskets, long and oval in shape, lined with white oil cloth, were linea along the pit waiting for a new and broken cargo. Delving far down under the debris, in a subterranean chamber, formed by splintered . timbers, up-ending and forming supports, John J. Sullivan, a building wrecker from South Boston, came upon a tableau that brought amazement to his dust filled eyes. Around a table were seated four men and on the table was a gallon can filled with alcohol. A few feet away, a woman lay crumpled in death on the floor, much as if she had sagged sag-ged down in stupor. The four men sat with heads bowed bow-ed low to the table top, as if in submission. sub-mission. Tneir dead hands were outspread out-spread before them and the faces of playing cards were to the faint light filtering from above. It was the showdown. Sullivan carried them out one by one, including includ-ing the woman. |