Heedless of personal danger, a handful of police officers from the Indianapolis Police Department rescued over 600 people in devastated West Indianapolis during the Great Easter 1913 Flood. By guest author Patrick R. Pearsey
[The extraordinarily
powerful and monumental-scale storm system that engulfed the Midwest beginning
Easter weekend, March 1913 (see “The First Punch” and “Be Very Afraid...,”) swept Indianapolis with winds topping 60 mph and dropped more than 6
inches of rain in five days. That volume of rain, augmented by the high runoff
of torrential rains elsewhere falling on unfrozen, saturated soils that could
not absorb the water, rapidly swelled the White River, whose non-navigable west
fork wanders through Indianapolis. The low-lying “Valley” section of West
Indianapolis was the city’s hardest-hit area. Patrick R. Pearsey, a 36-year veteran civilian
employee of the Indianapolis Police Department (renamed the Indianapolis
Metropolitan Police Department in 2007), pieced together a timeline of how IPD
men responded to the crisis—notably young Captain George V. Coffin and Sergeant
Harry M. Franklin. –T.E.B.]
The rain that
began in the early morning of Easter Sunday, March 23, 1913, just kept falling
without letup.
Monday, March 24
By 8 AM on
Monday, March 24, the west fork of the White River through Indianapolis had
risen 7 feet in just 12 hours, and was nudging closer to the record high set in
1904. However, the Indianapolis Star stated
the danger was not imminent, based on observations of two officers sent out
from the headquarters of the Indianapolis Police Department (IPD) to inspect both
banks of White River for a critical 3-mile stretch of low-lying land from West Morris
Street to West Michigan Street Upon their return, beat patrolmen were ordered to
keep an eye on the streams in their areas and raise an alarm as soon as
dangerous conditions were seen.
Still, the
downpour continued in Indianapolis--indeed, across Indiana and beyond.
By just a
few hours later (Monday noon), the situation was clearly getting grave. Water
blocked by the West Washington Street Bridge—the main thoroughfare (on the old
National Road) connecting West Indianapolis on the west side of the White River
with the downtown of the main city of Indianapolis on the river’s east side—had
risen so far that it began cutting into the banks on both sides of the river,
flooding tenement buildings on low-lying land. A corps of mounted police and other
police officers—likely bicyclemen (officers on bicycles)—rode up and down the
streets of West Indianapolis, warning residents of the danger. Some residents
started packing to evacuate but others just greeted them with laughs.
The IPD
called out its police reserve with boats. When the boats arrived by automobile,
Captain George V. Coffin led a squad to direct rescues of people from the
tenements around West Washington Street and
elsewhere west of White River. At age 37, Coffin had an impressive resume. He
had served in the U.S. Army, including during the Philippine Insurrection and
in China during the Boxer Rebellion. He also had experience in desperate rescue
efforts: in August 1900 during the Boxer Rebellion, he had helped fight the way
into Peking [Beijing] as part of the China Relief Expedition sent to rescue imprisoned
U.S. citizens and foreign nationals.
West Washington Street Bridge an hour before it collapsed. Credit: Indiana Historical Society |
Coffin had
been appointed to the IPD in 1906 and rose rapidly to sergeant (1908),
detective (1909), captain (1910—one of IPD’s youngest). His leadership style
inspired loyalty: he didn’t order officers to do things, he said ‘follow me,
we’re going to do this’. As the turbulent floodwaters kept rising, Coffin and
his men worked tirelessly far into the night, rescuing people in by boat.
Tuesday, March 25
Despite the
undercuts at both ends, the West Washington Street Bridge across the roaring
White River was still standing, but its structure was so clearly threatened
that before noon traffic across it was suspended except when imperative for
rescues. Policemen stationed to guard each end were forced to fight to keep
back spectators and anxious relatives, estimated at 30,000.
Still, the
rain kept falling and the angry waters kept rising. By boat, Captain Coffin surveyed
the situation all around West Indianapolis, telegraphing his findings to Chief
of Police Martin Hyland at IPD HQ across the river. Assisted by Sergeant Harry M.
Franklin, Coffin developed plans to help the population of West Indianapolis survive
the disaster. Franklin, five years older than Coffin, had served in the
Spanish-American War and the Indiana National Guard before being appointed
drillmaster for the IPD, drilling its mounted and bicycle officers.
Late Tuesday,
Sgt. Harry Franklin was dispatched from IPD HQ to take sandwiches and coffee to
all the men, women and children huddling in School No. 16, and to relieve
Coffin and his men. A West Indianapolis boat merchant sent his entire stock of 32
new boats to the West Washington St. Bridge to put them at the disposal of the
police and newspapers. When a large, rugged steel Mullins motorboat (this 1913 ad
says they were built like “government torpedo boats”) was unloaded, from the
crowd an Indianapolis lawyer Cass Connaway and two other men volunteered to
drive the boat and man the tiller for Sgt. Franklin.
The four men
battled treacherous currents to steer the motor boat filled with sandwiches and
cans of coffee some two miles to the school. “Suddenly the boat was seized by a
powerful current rushing like a mill race under the elevated tracks at the Belt,”
wrote the Indianapolis Star,
referring to the Indianapolis Belt Railroad that circled the city. “The little motor churned the water
furiously, but it was an unequal task. They shot through the subway and landed
on the shore” on the far side of the tracks from West Ohio Street where they
needed to be.
The West Washington Street Bridge after
its collapse; it was Indianapolis’s main thoroughfare crossing the White River
(part of the old National Road). Credit:
Indiana Historical Society
|
When the men appealed to a nearby firehouse for help, Fire Captain
Marion B. Kemper at Hose Company 18 disobeyed direct orders from his superiors and
refused to use firehouse equipment haul the motorboat the needed three blocks
to get past the dangerous current. The men managed to borrow a horse and
outright stole a wagon from the Belmont Telephone Exchange—grand larceny
committed by a lawyer and police sergeant to complete their rescue mission of
getting provisions to School No. 16. Reported the Star: “Their boat was soon churning the muddy waters of the night
around Ohio street.”
Wednesday, March 26
It wasn’t
until around 1 AM Wednesday morning that Franklin and his volunteer companions finally
arrived at School No. 16, completely worn out but with the provisions. With Coffin were Patrolmen John
Hostetter, Victor Houston, and William Cox, and Sergeant Harley Reed. Thus,
along with Franklin, there were scarcely more than half a dozen IPD officers
west of White River in the area of Indianapolis’s heaviest flooding. On
Wednesday this group dispersed to repeatedly rescue residents.
Some of the
rescues were themselves harrowing. On one trip, a man Coffin rescued—apparently
driven insane by the trauma of the flood—attacked, and Coffin had to fight him
off, the fight lasting all the way to the school. In the same boat were a
retarded youth and a blind girl, along with the insane man’s companion, who was
rowing. But in the scuffle, the companion fell overboard and was swept away.
When the newspapers learned of the incident and wanted details, Coffin—upset at
the companion’s drowning—refused to discuss the story further because he wanted
to forget it.
Worse, if
possible, when he reached School No. 16, he saw with sick dismay that the
school, full of wet, cold and hungry people, was no longer a refuge: it was itself
now surrounded by rising water. In trips carrying between three and six
persons, he ferried them to houses on Washington Street and the Vandalia
railroad tracks. Breaking into a grocery store to get them food to eat, Coffin
obtained oil stoves, provisions and blankets for people who were being cared
for in churches located at Miley Avenue and West Washington Street and at New
York Street and Elder Avenue. For the first time in three days, he was able to
make contact with Chief of Police Hyland at IPD HQ and requested bread.
Unloading supplies for flood refugees near Coffin's temporary headquarters. Credit: Indiana Historical Society |
The
floodwaters crested overnight Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, when the White
River reached a height of 25.7 feet, blasting through the previous record of
19.5 feet set on April 1, 1904, and sweeping away the government river gauge. About
1:30 a.m. Wednesday, almost all rescue work in West Indianapolis was stopped, because
of the swiftness of the floodwaters’ current, the exhaustion of the workers,
and poor visibility due to now-heavy snow. Many persons remained stranded on
the roofs of their homes or in the upper stories. Wails of distress were widely
reported to be heard in the early hours of the night. As the night wore on, the
cries became ever more feeble until around 3 AM a dismal silence hung throughout
the area above the turbulence of the floodwaters churning in the river and
through the streets.
The night
was also punctuated by the horrific roar of bridges collapsing, isolating West
Indianapolis. About 8 PM Tuesday night, the Indianapolis & Vincennes
railroad bridge was swept away. The Vandalia railroad bridge, south of West Washington
Street, began being undermined by the water at 11 p.m. In a desperate effort to
weigh it down and save it, the railroad company ran five coal cars out on top
of it, two filled with bricks. Too little too late: the Vandalia bridge collapsed
at 12:20 a.m. Wednesday.
The West
Washington Street Bridge—then (and still) the major thoroughfare in
Indianapolis—was under severe strain, its girders having been struck repeatedly
by tons of debris. The floor began slowly crumbling in the wee hours of
Wednesday morning. Just before 6 AM, the east span fell into the White River
with a crash. The east end of the bridge tore loose from the pier, the road bed
sinking beneath the water. The middle span of the bridge also crashed into the
river.
Thursday, March 27
By Thursday,
the floodwaters were clearly receding. But they were uncovering the muddy
wreckage of entire neighborhoods. Many weeks of cleanup and reconstruction lay
ahead.
When local
newspapers found Coffin on Thursday, he was in his makeshift headquarters in a
shack on Belmont Avenue at the Cincinnati, Hamilton and Dayton railroad tracks.
Coffin was storing meat, flour and other provisions in churches and other
buildings. He was feeding the hungry and giving clothes to the naked. Asked
what day he first came out into the flood, he replied, “Let’s see – What day’s
today? I’ve lost count.”
Roll of Honor (and infamy)
In the days
following the Great Flood of 1913, Captain George V. Coffin came in for
adulation. But his first impulse was to turn the spotlight on the heroic
actions of other police officers. He credited about 10 men with responsibility
for the effective rescue work done despite West Indianapolis’s isolation at the
peak of the disaster. One of these was IPD Sgt. Harry M. Franklin.
On April 9,
1913, Coffin submitted a report of the efforts during the flood to the Board of
Safety. It included a list of names of police officers who would eventually
have their names added to “The Flood Roll of Honor.” Medals were issued to
these men. Eight months after the flood, in November 1913, Coffin himself was
appointed Superintendent (Chief of Police). Franklin became instrumental in
organizing and serving as marshal in virtually every important parade through
Indianapolis for the next two decades until his death in 1935.
Roll of Honor mentioned in the Indianapolis Star, April 10, 1913 |
Some men
were also brought up on charges for shirking their clear humanitarian duty. IPD
Sergeant Harry M. Franklin filed paperwork which led to charges being filed against
Fire Captain Marion B. Kemper by his superiors for disobeying orders in
refusing to transport Franklin’s motor boat of provisions past the ferocious
currents at the Belt. That three-block trip might have taken 15 minutes.
Neither
Franklin nor the men assisting him were charged with theft of the wagon in
completing their rescue mission, nor were Coffin or his assistants charged for
breaking into grocery stores or boxcars to obtain provisions and blankets for
flood refugees. Everyone recognized the extraordinarily desperate time called
for desperate measures.
Unfortunately,
today no complete list of the names on the Flood Roll of Honor exists anywhere
within the Indianapolis Metropolitan Police Department. The purpose of this
historical account is in part, to make sure these officers are forever
recognized for what they did in the worst catastrophe to ever strike the city
of Indianapolis.
Patrick R. Pearsey is a third-generation member of his
family to serve with the Indianapolis Police Department: his grandfather,
father, uncle, and brother all were/are IPD officers from 1922 to the present.
Hired as a civilian employee in 1980, Pearsey supervised the unit that typed
police reports until 2011 when they closed them down. Now he corrects
police reports. Interested in the history of the IPD for more than three
decades, he has become a de factor historian of the department, along with
several others who are working to preserve the department’s history. His interest in the 1913 flood also was handed
down through his family, who lived just north of the 1913 flood
zone; his great aunt Naomi (Pearsey) Page was a schoolgirl and vividly
remembered how she and other family members having to dash across the Michigan
Street bridge as floodwaters (which carried swimming rats) began covering it. To contact Pearsey, please e-mail me.
©2016
Patrick R. Pearsey
Next time: Crisis Communications in a
Communications Crisis
Selected references
The
1913flood in Indianapolis extended miles farther north, south, and west than
recounted by this focused guest post, submerging the water works, power plant,
and gas works, as well as parts of downtown Indianapolis and elsewhere on the
east side of the White River. This story of Capt. Coffin and Sgt. Franklin is just
one part of a much more extensive history of the IPD’s actions during the 1913
flood (and biographies of many other IPD police officers) in an 87-slide
PowerPoint presentation compiled by Pearsey, based on
(among other sources) accounts in the Indianapolis
News, the Indianapolis Star, the
IPD archives, and the unpublished 423-page PDF Indianapolis Police Department
Chiefs of Police 1854–2006 by former IPD police chief Michael T.
Spears.
Brossmann,
Charles (consulting engineer, Indianapolis), “Effects of the Flood in Indiana,”
Engineering Record 67(14): 372–374,
April 5, 1913. Despite the title, the article’s primary focus is Indianapolis.
There are
many ways to convert the value of historical sums of money. Officer, Lawrence
H. and Samuel H. Williamson, “Measuring Worth is a Complicated Question;” for the actual calculator, see
“Seven Ways to Compute the Relative Value of a U.S. Dollar Amount, 1774 to
Present.”See also their discussion “Choosing
the Best Indicator to Measure Relative Worth,” using the cost of constructing the
Empire State Building as an example for an infrastructure project.
Bell, Trudy
E., The Great Dayton Flood of 1913, Arcadia Publishing, 2008. Picture
book of nearly 200 images of the flood in Dayton, rescue efforts, recovery, and
the construction of the Miami Conservancy District dry dams for flood control.
Author’s shameless marketing plug: Copies are available directly from me for
the cover price of $21.99 plus $4.00 shipping, complete with inscription of
your choice; for details, e-mail me t.e.bell@ieee.org, or order from the publisher.