A queer sound in the night woke Mrs. Clarice Singer, and dread drove her to the room of Susan, 3. The child stood on tiptoe in the dark against a closet door, arms thrust stiffly overhead. Moments later she heaved a great sigh. Mrs. Singer screamed for her husband, but both knew that nothing could be done. Susan was dead.
A pretty, bright, seemingly healthy child, Susan had never been sick. Yet for the Singer family of Bellingham, Wash., this tragedy a fortnight ago was not entirely unexpected. Susan was the third Singer child in five years to die, without warning, in...
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