GOD IS MAD at Chicago.
A couple of days ago, the wind began to howl out of the Northeast. Fifty miles an hour it roared down Michigan Avenue, with unofficial readings of seventy. Chunks of the Water Tower complex smashed to the sidewalk. One man was killed when a wall of a building collapsed, another when his car was blown off the highway. Garbage cans, glass, and chunks of unidentifiable debris flew through the streets, and an elderly woman was blown along Michigan like a tumbleweed in a tornado.
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