A Kansas cyclone is a conventional, straightforward sort of catastrophe which comes, blows, goes. More whimsical is a Florida hurricane. Last week residents of Florida's east coast, warned of a hurricane offshore, lashed their awnings, took down their swinging signs, boarded up their show windows, brought home emergency rations, crowded into the supposedly safer southeast rooms of their houses, waited. Still the hurricane dallied among the Bahamas.
For four days Floridans waited thus. Finally a 60-mile gale, offshoot of the loitering hurricane, whooshed down on Miami. Telephone and electric lines were...
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