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July Twenty Fourth, Nineteen Fifteen The river was murky, The weather was seen The steamer Eastland, firm on her bow, loaded with coal, port side and sound A captain, that's ***** and stout in his manner stands on his bridge with an arrogant cantor Mooring lines set, stern to the bow Gangplanks are steady, awaiting a crowd Employees of Western dressed to their nines, a picnic awaits, everything's fine Families with smiles and tickets in hand looks up in wonder, the Eastland she stands Boarding commences and loaded up full Twenty Five Hundred, no more to call Port side list, a lean to the river Ballast is leveled, some felt the shiver Worries amount to settling fears, a starboard list and beckoning tears Back to the port, no coming back tipped on her side, everything's black Panic in fever, screams are abound echoes in motion, no silence no sound The river's chaotic with bodies afloat Kenosha stands ready and rescues the most Eight forty four lost their lives In the armory they lay and Chicago cries The Eastland still rests in our hearts and our mind Not a second or hour can turn back the time
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Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Eastland Disaster
July Twenty Fourth, Nineteen Fifteen The river was murky, The weather was seen The steamer Eastland, firm on her bow, loaded with coal, port side and sound A captain, that's ***** and stout in his manner stands on his bridge with an arrogant cantor Mooring lines set, stern to the bow Gangplanks are steady, awaiting a crowd Employees of Western dressed to their nines, a picnic awaits, everything's fine Families with smiles and tickets in hand looks up in wonder, the Eastland she stands Boarding commences and loaded up full Twenty Five Hundred, no more to call Port side list, a lean to the river Ballast is leveled, some felt the shiver Worries amount to settling fears, a starboard list and beckoning tears Back to the port, no coming back tipped on her side, everything's black Panic in fever, screams are abound echoes in motion, no silence no sound The river's chaotic with bodies afloat Kenosha stands ready and rescues the most Eight forty four lost their lives In the armory they lay and Chicago cries The Eastland still rests in our hearts and our mind Not a second or hour can turn back the time
Yesterday was the hundred anniversary of the Eastland Disaster on the Chicago River.. 844 lost their lives while the ship was still partially moored to the pier...I went to the site yesterday
#remember#chicago#disaster#1915#eastland#westernelectric
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Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
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