Plump, sleepy-eyed Photographer Max Peter Haas one afternoon last week was sitting in his office, six floors up from the busy corner of Fifth Avenue and 34th Street in Manhattan. He had just loaded his camera when he heard shots in the street. Out dashed Photographer Haas, camera in hand, and followed the sound of gunfire toward 35th Street.
A shivery sight met his eye as he turned the corner. On the sidewalk lay two men—a policeman and a cab driver. Another man, wounded, was struggling to rise. Clicking his camera faster than he could think, Max Haas moved toward the group...
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