A cook named William Rasch was making sausage gravy for breakfast in the kitchen of an old lodging house at Lynchburg, Va. one morning last week. The sputtering grease caught fire, sent a blaze up to the ceiling. Rasch hurried the night watchman to a room containing fire extinguishers but it was locked. Overhead 100 sleeping men, wards of the Federal Transient Relief Bureau, leaped out of bed, ran for the windows. No fire escapes. They rushed to the back of the building. A wall of flame. Some jumped in terror from...
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