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Show NONE GO TO AID OF DUNG YOUTH MAROONED ON ROOF OF GOTHAM BUILDING, CHILD SUFFERS FRIGHTFUL AGONY. HIS OUTCRIES ARE UNHEEDED Janitor Sees His Peril, But Fails to Go to Rescue Hands Torn and Bleeding from Efforts to Attract Notice. New York. When the body of little Jacob Cohen, the three-and-a-half-yoar-old boy who died of hunger and exposure ex-posure on the roof of 165 Suffolk street, after being imprisoned there tor more than 46 hours, was taken to the morgue the other day, it was found that the knuckles of the boy's chubby fists had been cut almost to the bone from rapping at the heavy, metal-covered door; his fingers were torn and bleeding from frantically striving to force the knob, and there were fingermarks finger-marks on his chest where he had clutched himself. During the entire time the child had been exposed to the merciless pelting of the rain which fell all Tuesday. Tuesday night and Wednesday. It was some time after one o'clock Tuesday afternoon when Jacob left his home on the ground floor in the rear tenement on Ridge street, and followed his father, a peddler, who had started for the synagogue. How the child got to the roof of the tall building seven blocks away may never be known. A detective could find nobody who had seen Jacob enter the tenement. It is supposed that he climbed up the seven flights of stairs soon after losing los-ing his father in the streets. Early Tuesday afternoon people living liv-ing in the tenement and the one adjoining ad-joining at 167 heard the plaintive wails of a child, but they paid no attention. at-tention. And so little Jacob remained a prisoner, the heavy door latched on the inside and a brick parapet three feet high surrounding the roof. He must have worn himself out raising his He Beat Frantically at the Door. babyish voice in appeals for help and rapping and scratching at the door. Probably he fell asleep during the night, unable to keep his eyes open, even though terrified at the death-like quiet and the thought of spooks and goblins that his child mind conjured. At seven o'clock Wednesday morning the janitor of the tenement at 167 saw the lad lying under a water tank, but didn't bother his head to go to his aid. It had started to rain early in the morning and rivulets of water formed puddles on the roof and gushed through the scuppers into the pipes. Jacob crawled under the big water tank, supported on two stout iron beams, and sought shelter from the elements, but the wind drove the water wa-ter into his face and soaked him through. The janitor told Mrs. Rebecca Wein-trauh, Wein-trauh, a widow, who lives on the top floor of 167, there was a boy on the building roof, and suggested that she call to Mrs. Tillie Pincus to see if it was one of her own brood. She sent her 12-year-old hoy Sammy to the roof to see if the hoy was still there. Sammy unlatched the door leading to the roof and peered out, but returned re-turned and said he could see nobody. At that time, it is helieved, Jacob was either asleep or unconscious. Mrs. Weintrauh, who works in a sweatshop, returned home shortly before be-fore 11 o'clock Wednesday night and inquired if anything had been done about the hoy on the roof. The neighbors neigh-bors shook their heads. Mrs. Weintraub went next door and got two men to go to the roof, where they found Jacob under the water tank breathing faintly. He was carried car-ried to a drug store. An ambulance was called, but Jacob had breathed his last before the surgeon entered the store. The body was taken to the station where it was learned that a general alarm had been sent out for Jacob at one o'clock Wednesday afternoon. |