Traffic in Minneapolis slithers and shudders to a standstill during one of the worst snowstorms of 1948. Mr. Kamman shot the picture from a pedestrian overpass.
When Mr. Emanuel left his office on a routine assignment, it was dry and clear. Before he returned, the day had turned drab, and a heavy snow covered the landscape. Emphasizing the gloom and loneliness, a solitary figure plodded through the gray…
Thirsty cattle in the Fresno-Bakersfield area, were pressing against a barbed-wire fence, trying to reach a small, dry creek bed. 'They ran when we stopped,' Rogers said, 'but dead tree and arid range plainly showed what stockmen were up against.'…
Fall closes doors to Detriot skippers and sun s on another yacht racing season as the trim craft make the final run back to moorings in the Detroit river.