these German shells. Just one hit—and the walls and columns of the tower had been tumbled in a confused mass upon the roof of the main building and into the street below, leaving the twisted steel skeleton stripped as bare as the trees in midwinter.
And now it dawned upon Kennedy that the Germans were shooting up the city upon a predetermined plan, picking out the principal buildings and putting a couple of shots into the upper stories of each. In rapid succession the Singer Tower, the City Investing Building, the Adams Express, and the new Western Union Buildings were struck; and always the gaping holes were blown out hundreds of feet in midair, where the ruin was visible to the surging mass of people that swarmed out, like bees from a hive, into the streets below.
And then the din of the alternating
