When an oilstove exploded and smoky flames began roaring up through a two-story house in a mean section of Newark, N. J. one afternoon last week, a passing coal truckman named John Wilson knew at once how to save the three Negroes he saw waggling their arms at an upstairs window. Backing his truck up to the house. Driver Wilson geared in the motor to start elevating one end of the body. When it was nearly level with the window, he scrambled up, broke the pane with his shovel. "Hey!" he bellowed, "Jump,...
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