Spying flames vomiting from a Manhattan tenement one night last week, a scavenging junkman named Roderick Good turned in an alarm. In their beds in the five-story rookery lay more than 100 tenants. The fire, starting on the third floor, shot up the stair well, down the hallways and through the flimsy walls and doors as if they were paper. By the time the fire department arrived the whole interior was roaring like a blast furnace. Seven tenants were cooked alive. Week before in New York City six persons were incinerated in tenements. Week...
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