Townsend Harris High School - Crimson Gold Yearbook (Flushing, NY)

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Here is how one of New York's newspapers acoveredn the story: MOTORMAN SUICIDES IN SHUTTLE CRASH AT TIMES SQUARE Passengers Safe as Driver, Desperate Because of Future Unemployment, Is Killed. Richard Pearson, a motorman in the em- ploy of the New York City Subway Company, committed suicide today at exactly 12:02 P. M. by driving his ushuttlen train into the Times Square station at a terrific speed. None of the passengers was seriously injured, several suffering from bruises. Pearson died in an ambulance on his way to the hospital. It was later discovered from Mr. Isaac Cohen, manager of the company, that Pear- son had been given two weeks' notice the day before the fatal accident. Mr. Cohen said: The news was a great shock to Pearson and he pleaded with me to keep him on the force in any capacity. He was very disheart- ened when he left my office, and even then I had a peculiar premonition that he would do something rash, but I didn't expect suicide. I am sorry that such a thing happened and I wish to tell the passengers of the New York Citv Subway that it will not occur again. Pearson, who was evidently at odds with the world, died with an oath on his lips. As the ambulance was carrying him through the congested downtown traffic, he turned feebly to one of the nurses. Damn! It was the last word he ever uttered. THE HUNTEIPS SONG I A translation from Schiller I With dart and bow Through hill and vale, The hunters go At daybreak pale. In realms of air, The eagles reign, But hill and cleft Is hunter's main. To him belongs What his dart brings, We hunt for all That creeps or wings. Eugene M. Lang. page seventy-three 5 -x Tqkywig s Q if .... Jf n-QU , 1- , jf' fl . six U . ill rf 5- I U1 f y, ggg gg , Q i t - RT X -JN ' ' 5 .. If 3 s z t A Nt , 1 ,7 y .. A A I

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