New York, July 26.
After terrifying throngs of curious flit-seers for eleven hours, Mr. John Ward plunged to his death from the seventeenth floor of a Fifth Avenue Hotel at 9.30 p.m. today. pavements and the streets, forcing a traffic jam. Although many of the people were horrified at the thought ai the plunge they maintained a long vigil in the hope of seeing something unusual—United Press.
Efforts of waiting firemen with stretched nets to save him failed. He dived well out of their range although they darted for the spot where they thought he would fall as he plunged. They arrived just a second too late.
Flares lighted the pavements and searchlights played on the window-ledge where the 26-year-old morose man lay.
The attempts of his sister, Mrs. Katherine Bull, to persuade him to abandon his threat to jump to his death vial Quarrel Accompanied by a psychiatrist, Mrs. Bull tried hard to patch up a trivial quarrel which led her brother to threaten that he would commit suicide, Mr. Ward, however, could not be coaxed into leaving his precarious position. Although several police officers and firemen attempted to pull him from his ledge, he threatened he would jump the moment they approached him. This threat forced them to retreat, especially es he prepared to dive as they feigned at approaching him.
Throngs of people jammed the
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