Playground

Small boys, being compounded of snaps, snails and puppydogs' tails, do.not worry their mothers when they get banged up playing at school. But last week it was a mad-babbling crowd of mothers that pushed and scrambled to get into the play-yard of Holy Cross Parochial School in Brooklyn. Above the clanging of ambulances, the exhortations of police reserves, panicky rumors flew. Not until the ambulances had all come and gone was the story truly known: a swarm of little girls, playing games at recess, had chosen the covering of an ashpit for "base." Under their jumpings up and down, the grating had sagged, torn open, tumbled about 20 little compounds of sugar & spice into a dusty depth. Falling chunks of concrete had injured 15, including legs broken and sprained. Remorseful, the nuns of Holy Cross looked to the pitfall of their playground.

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