CATASTROPHE: Celluloid Factory

One sweltering night in North Arlington, N. J. last week the residents of River Road sat in the street and on the banks of the dirty Passaic River to watch their children play. Some of the youngsters scampered half-naked about the street, others were swimming in the river or lolling on the shore in front of a grimy brick factory where Atlantic Pyroxylin Waste Co. sorted celluloid. Along River Road. Mrs. Josephine Latone pushed her way through the throng of noisy youngsters, nodding to her neighbors, jabbering at her husband, James. She turned...

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