A small plane crashed into a house in East Haven, Connecticut, on Friday morning.
With all this fulness of completion one might think that East Haven had attained the perfection of its ideal.
It isn't very much of a secret where we live, or in East Haven.
The town of East Haven is the full equation of the American ideal worked out to a complete and finished result.
The East Haven people always felt the sting of the suggested sneer; but what could they do?
So the result of the winter's talk was the founding of the East Haven Refuge, of which much has since been written and said.
In East Haven died about forty-five men in the prime of life, mostly heads of families.