by Robert C. Wiles (NYC, 1947)
On May Day, just after leaving her fiancé, 23-year-old Evelyn McHale wrote a note. “He is much better off without me… . I wouldn’t make a good wife for anybody,” she wrote. Then she crossed it out. She went to the observation platform of the Empire State Building. Through the mist she gazed at the street, 86 floors below. Then she jumped. In her desperate determination she leaped clear of the setbacks and hit a United Nations limousine parked at the curb.