It was another week of portents. Its atmosphere troubled by sunspots, its crust similarly affected and adjusting itself to isostasy (equilibrium), Earth underwent varied disturbances. At Ridgefield, N. J., the black cone of a cyclone descended upon a lumber factory, swept a big church flat as a card house, ripped through houses, garages. It flooded streets, visited three neighboring towns in its line, then rushed out over the Atlantic. The same evening— On Long Island, along the south shore, the populace marveled at huge bars of blue and yellow light rocketing...
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