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When the
Walls Came
Tumbling Down
At 3:08 p.m. on March 18, 1937, the clock in New London,
Texas, Junior-Senior High School stopped forever for 311
students and teachers. |
Rescue workers search
the ruins of the New London Junior-Senior High School in New London,
Texas, following a natural gas explosion that leveled most of the school
and killed 311 students and teachers.
On March 18, 1937,
the sun rose over the East Texas horizon to reveal a beautiful spring
day. The skies were blue, and the warm temperatures whispered that the
heat of summer was not far away. It was Thursday, a day much like any
other in the unincorporated districts of London and New London, located
in the Northwest corner of Rusk County, Texas.
Unlike many other parts
of the United States, oil money flowed through this region, sparing it
many of the problems that the Great Depression had visited on most other
parts of the world. Some of this proseperity was reflected in the
region's school systems. The campus of the consolidated London and New
London district covered several acres and boasted seven oil wells and a
number of detached buildings of brick and frame construction.
Overshadowing the grammar school, gymnasium, band room, domestic science
building, and several other structures was the junior-senior high
school.
The junior-senior high
school was the centerpiece of the campus. Built in 1931 with additions
in 1934, the steel-framed structure was designed in the
California-Spanish style, with hollow tile and brick trimmed in stone.
It was set on sloping ground so that, even though it appeared from the
front to be a one-story structure, anyone approaching from the rear
would see two stories, since the basement was at ground level on this
side.
The facility had a
symmetrical layout that formed a gigantic letter "E" when
viewed from above. Its main fron section and its three wings covered
nearly 30,000 square feet of fertile Texas soil. In 1937 dollars, the
structure was valued at $300,000-quite a sum in those days. Of course,
no credible dollar value could be placed on the lives of the occupants.
By the middle of the
afternoon that March day, the grammar school classes had been dismissed.
Most of the younger children had headed home, although some had to wait
for their parents, who were attending a Parent Teachers Association
meeting in the gymnasium. Two hundred yards away, the students in the
junior-senior high school were about to cast their ballots in the school
elections. It was just after 3:00p.m., and the school day was
practically over.
In the high school's
basement woodshop, a student named John Dow watched his shop teacher
walk over to a wall socked approximately 2 feet from a partially open
door to the building's concealed space and unplug an electric sanding
machine. Suddenly, there was a flash of brilliant light and heat, and a
thunderous explosion blew the floors and roof of the building skyward.
At 3:08p.m., only 7
minutes before classes were to be dismissed, the students and teachers
of the New London Independent School's Junior-Senior High School became
the victims of one of the worst school disasters in history.
The Disaster
The blast, which produced a low, rumbling noise, occurred with horrific
suddenness and ferocity. Every witness agreed that there was just one
explosion, the terrific force of which smashed to atoms the floor of the
main structure, an 8-inch concrete slab, and sent it through the roof by
way of the occupied classrooms. Moments later, debris from the floor,
roof, and walls came tumbling down on any would-be survivors.
As workers in the nearby
oil fields watched in stunned disbelief, the parents and staff attending
the PTA meeting rushed out of the gym to see debris falling on a mound
of rubble that had, just moments before, been the junior-senior high
school.
"I saw the building
go up like smoke or dust," said F.B. Doles, an onlooker. "It
was just one great big puff."1
"I was in the home
economy building about 60 yards from the school when I heard a terrible
roar," 18-year-old Martha Harris later stated. "The earth
shook, and brick and glass came showering down. I looked out a window
and saw my friends dying like flies."2
Just outside the
building, the students in the day's last physical education class ran
for cover. Though injured by falling debris, all of these bewildered
youngsters survived. Their instructor was not so fortunate, however. Mr.
A.W. Waldrop had just reentered the building for a moment, only to be
caught in the full fury of the blast.
Very little of the
structure remained standing after the explosion. In the most remote
parts of the building's three wings, portions of walls and roof remained
intact, sheltering a few small pockets of survivors. But for most, death
was immediate. Many of the victims were crushed under tons of debris.
Those near what would later be considered the origin of the blast were
dismembered.
Even onlookers in the
vicinity at the time of the blast were in danger from falling debris.
One automobile 200 feet away from the school was crushed like an
eggshell under a 2-ton slab of concrete hurled from the building.
Altogether, 50 cars were wrecked by falling stones. Some of the flying
wreckage included children, thrown through the air like broken rag
dolls.
In only one fully
occupied classroom, located in one of the more remote portions of one of
the wings, was no one fatally injured. A 24-year-old oil field worker
named Don Nelson was temporarily watching over this class for his
mother, who was the classroom teacher. He had relieved her shortly
before 3:00p.m. to allow her to spend a few minutes taking care of
another activity. Mrs. Nelson died in the blast.
"The explosion came
without any warning," Nelson said.3 "Everything was
quiet in my room. I was leaning against a window. There was a loud
noise. It wasn't deafening, but it was plenty loud. The walls and floor
shook. The plaster started falling.
"Then two or three
of the kids started running toward me. I didn't have another thought but
to stick it out. While the tumult and roar continued, I had no idea what
it was. I herded them out into the open area. In less than a minute
after the first thunder, we were all out.
As soon as we were all
out, I ran around the corner of the wall which was still standing, and
then I began to get an idea of what happened. The first I saw was the
rest of the building sprawled out on the ground. I saw a child lying 20
yards away. It was dead. Then I saw other bodies in the school yard.
"With two or three
other men who rushed up, I went into the ruins. The first thing we came
upon was a crumpled bookcase, tilted over some desks. The space under
this protecting bookcase was alive with children. There were about 10
kids under there. Some were carried out. Some got up, dusted themselves,
and walked out with unbelievable calmness.
"While we were
digging down to them, one little fellow, who's leg was broken, asked to
each of us in turn, 'Mister, will you get me out, please?'
"'Just a minute,
sonny, we're coming,' we replied.
"We were not so
fortunate as we went on. We found no more children who could walk away.
Some were injured horribly. Most were dead. It is one of the most
horrible experiences a man can conceive of."
In another part of the
school, Don Nelson's brother John, age 17, also survived the blast. He
was one out of only five in his class who lived. Even though their
mother had perished, the Nelson family had cheated fate: Both brothers
had survived. Some families were not so fortunate. Many lost a number of
children. In some cases, every child in a particular family died.
The Pain of Rescue
As soon as the violent energy of the blast had been fully expended and
the debris had settled, bystanders began to attempt whatever rescue was
possible. The scene soon became on of subdued chaos. Desperate parents
swarmed to the scene, shocked and hysterical, and stood around the
rubble, making their misery and grief known to those searching through
the debris.
About 1,500 oil workers
rushed without hesitation to the blast site, and worked relentlessly for
hours, looking for bodies. Many were afraid that they would find their
own children, who had been inside the high school when it went up and
were now missing. In the oil fields, these men were appropriately called
"roughnecks," but during the relief work, they were given the
title of "angels".
Fire
apparatus from the local rural districts and the nearby oil companies
also responded immediately, but fire fighters were relegated to
searching for survivors and dealing with human carnage. No fire followed
the explosion, presumably because the amount of combustible material in
the school was small. The main structure had been built of concrete,
steel, and tile, and the windows were metal factory sash. Apart from the
furniture and the interior wood trim at the doors, everything was
practically non combustible up to the wooden roof deck.
From Warm Springs,
Georgia, President Franklin D. Roosevelt dispatched a telegram promising
that "the Red Cross will do everything possible. You have my
authority to call on every agency of the government to aid"4
The medical director for the American Red Cross was immediately
dispatched to Texas, and Red Cross workers soon began arriving to help
the injured and comfort the bereaved.
Doctors and nurses from as far away as Fort Worth, Little Rock, Houston,
Shreveport, and Dallas also arrived, ready to apply their much-needed
skills. In the nearby community of Tyler, plans were being finalized for
the dedication ceremony of a brand-new hospital, scheduled to open the
following week. After receiving a phone call reporting the explosion,
the staff went into action a week early. More than 100 children many of
who had suffered serious head injuries, were brought to the new medical
facility, although it had only 60 beds.
As word of the disaster
spread, thousands of automobiles blocked the highways leading into the
community. The state police and American Legionnaires had initially
rushed to the scene and taken charge, but crowds estimated at more than
5,000 soon threatened to overwhelm them. The curious and would-be
rescuers were elbow to elbow with parents of children still missing.
Though the onlookers were
united by hope and the best of intentions, they were making it
impossible for rescue vehicles to get to the scene. To remedy the
situation, Governor James V. Allred ordered the Texas National Guard to
the scene to keep the roads to the site open.
Among those who converged
on tiny New London was a cub reporter, fresh from his university
schooling, who had just been assigned to the Dallas bureau of United
Press International (UPI). The young man's name was Walter Cronkite.
Cronkite was one of the
first reporters to reach the scene, having been dispatched as soon as he
received confirmation of an advisory from the Houston bureau that a
major story was breaking in New London. He got his first inkling of how
bad the incident was when he saw a large number of cars lined up outside
the funeral home in Tyler.
To make sure that he
could get to the site, Cronkite hitched a ride on a fire department
searchlight truck that had just arrived from Beaumont, Texas. When he
finally reached the scene, it was dark and raining. Floodlights were
being set up, casting long shadows from the big oil field cranes that
had been brought in to help remove the rubble. Workers were climbing up
and down the piles of debris like ants, instinctively going about their
grim task.
From the perspective of a
news reporter, this was a tragedy of epic proportions. The UPI team that
eventually joined Cronkite set up a news bureau in the Western Union
office in nearby Overton, and, for 4 days, Cronkite used his car for
what little sleep he could catch. He called CBS Radio in New York City
from a pay phone to describe the events, and they put him directly on
the air each time he called.
Thus began his career,
one that would eventually include his Emmy Award-winning role as
anchorman for the CBS Evening News. Decades later, as his life in the
public eye was winding down, Cronkite said, "I did nothing in my
studies nor in my life to prepare me for a story of the magnitude of
that New London tragedy, nor has any story since that awful day equaled
it."5
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