A FORTNIGHT OF FATAL EXPLOSIONS.
THE past fortnight has been one of disastrous explosions. Life has been lost at the Coston signal works on Staten Island, Richmond borough, New York, at Scranton, Pa., by the bursting of a huge pot of molten metal, at Herkimer, N. Y., by the explosion of dynamite, and at Point Breeze, Philadelphia, by the explosion of the Standard Oil company’s tanks of oil, benzine, and gasolene. With the exception, perhaps, of the disaster at Scranton, not one of the others can come under the head of “accidental.” That at the Coston works was the result of carelessness arising from too great familiarity with handling explosive combustibles. That at Herkimer arose from neglect of the most ordinary precautions in storing dynamite— the men virtually sleeping on it and cooking and smoking alongside of it. That at Point Breeze, though ascribable to the “act of God,” could have been avoided by the complete isolation of the plant and each several tank. But, so long as those intrusted with carrying out the law as to explosives make no sign, so long as the lawmakers can be “seen,” when adverse legislation against those most interested in the profits arising from not allowing fitting laws to be passed to prevent the recurrence of such disasters, and so long as the public does not seem to care a cent about the safety of life and property, just so long will the offenders against the good of the community jeer and flout those who complain, and mockingly ask them, “ What are you going to do about it?”