"The Daily Mirror" du mercredi 17 avril 1912

— Chieh Purser McElroy (clean-shaven) and Dr. W. F. N. O'Loughlin, the chief ship's surgeon. Both are missing. — Mr. K. H. Behr, the famous tennis player, saved. — Sir Cosmo Duff-Gordon, ...., and his wife, who is better known as "Lucile". Both of them are reported saved. — Mr. Daniel Marvin, reported missing, and his bride, who is saved. They were on a wedding trip. — Mr. Head (missing), a prominent member pf Lloyd's. — Colonel J. J. and Mrs. Astor, returning from their honeymoon. She is saved, but his body has been picked up dead. (Center page). Embarking on the Titanic at Queenstown last Thursday. This was the last port at which the ill-statted vessel called.

Queenstown was the last port at which the ill-fated Titanic called. She sailed on Thursday with the good wishes of everyone, only to founder less than a week afterwards. Two young brides, Mrs. J. J. Astor, the wife of the millionaire, and Mrs. Daniel Marvin, who had been spending their honeymoon in Europe, have been widowed by the disaster. Mr. Christopher Head was formerly Mayor of Chelsea.—((Daily Mirror, Dover-street Studios, and Russel.)

ONLY 868 ALIVE OF 2,200 ON SUNKEN LINER TITANIC.

————————— Greatest Ship Ever Built Lies in Two Miles of Ocean. ————————— DEATH ROLL OF 1,300 ————————— No Hope Left of Any Boatloads Being Picked Up. ————————— WIDOWS AND ORPHANS. ————————— Further news of the appalling disaster to the Titanic, the greatest ship that man has ever built, only adds fresh horrors. It appears to be now established that 1,300 souls went to their deaths in mid-Atlantic with the sinking of the liner. The Cunard steamer Carpathia is steaming through fields of ice to New York, with 808 survivors on board—a tragic freight of widowed wives and fatherless children. All hope is now abandoned that any other of the Titanic's 2,200 still lives. The Virginian and Parsian now report that they have picked up no one, and icy cold weather must have been fatal long since. The mightiest of all craft that man, aided by a11 the resources of centuries of human knowledge, launched forth but a week since on her maiden voyage now lies irrecoverable, in two miles of all-devouring ocean, having met a mountain of ice in her passage from land to land. Nothing now remains of that the women and children were first to leave the doomed vessel. The best traditions of the sea were observed, at the Prime Minister feelingly observed in the House of Commons yesterday. ————————— SHIP OF SURVIVORS. ————————— The latest and most direct news of the survivors of the terrible disaster comes from the captain of the Cunarder Carpathia, via New York. It runs as follow:— Captain Rostron, of the Carpathia, in a wireless message to the Cunard Company here, sent from 41.45 N. by 52.20 W. says:— I am proceeding to New York, unless otherwise ordered, with about 800 survivors. After having consulted Mr. Bruce Ismay (chairman of the White Star Line) considering the circumstances and with so much ice about I considered New York the best port to make for. There is a large number of icebergs and near us a twenty miles fields with bergs amongst it. More definite figures are contained in an official statement sent from New York by Reuter, saying:— The White Star Line announce officially that they have received positive news that the number of survivor from Titanic is 868. The dispatch was transmitted by the Olympic.

————————— ALL HOPE ABANDONNED. ————————— ST. JOHN'S (Newfoundland), April 16.—The latest available advices from Cape Race indicate that only the people on board the Carpathia were saved from the Titanic. The messages say that all the boats launched are accounted for, and that they were mostly filled with women and children. From this it is inferred that most of the men on bord the ship went down with her. All hope of any passengers or members of the crew of the Titanic other than those on board the Carpathia being alive has now been abandoned. This afternoon all the steamers which had been cruising in the vicinity of the disaster continued their voyages.—Reuter. MONTREAL, April 16, 11 a.m.—The weather station on the Gulf of St. Lawrence reports that heavy fogs are lying off Nova Scotia. A heavy thunderstorm broke in the neighbourhood last night and is travelling eastward. Such conditions, it is pointed out, leave little hope of the rescue of any Titanic survivors who may still be adrift on rafts and in boats.—Reuter. ————————— IN OPEN BOATS AMID ICE FLOES ————————— NEW YORK, April 16.—The Carpathia is now making for New York with 868 survivors, who alone can tell the tale of the midnight plunge into the angry whirlpool of ice, wreckage and drowning men with which the great ship went to the burial. They alone can relate the bitter experiences of the wintry night spent in open boats on a lonely sea, of the waiting for morning and of the hope of rescue. The Wireless messages have told how in the darkness their crews had to guide the boats with the greatest caution to prevent their being jammed in the ice or overturned by the switling floes, so that the heavily laden craft became widely separated from each other. There followed hours of heart-breaking anguish before daylight came—and the Carpathia. The Carpathia proceeded cautiously, sounding her fog-whistle almost continuously, until one after another she picked up the scattered lifeboats. The White Star agents learned to-day from the Oceanic that all the Titanic's boats have been accounted for. This, together with the abandonment of the longcherished iden that the Virginian or Parisian might have picked up some additional survivors, has dispelled most of the hopes that the number of those saved be increased beyond the pitiful SOS.—Reuter's Special.

No list of figures could give a clearer of the size of the ill-started Titanic than the above photographic diagram, which shows the vessel as she would have appeared if transplanted to Trafalgar-square. Her bows almost touch the steps of the church of St. Martin's-in-the-fields,while her stern is seen penetrating through some buildings to the doors of the offices of the White Star Line in Cockspur-street. It will be noticed that it is 175ft. to the tops of the funnels. This is only 10ft. lower than the spire of St. Martin's, while her lenght and height make the National Gallery merely insignificant. Practically the Titanic would have stretched from the Carlton Hotel to Charing Cross. She was 29ft. higher than the Nelson Monument, which looks taller in the photograph because it is much nearer the camera. The Monument is 146ft. high. The Titanic's lenght over all was 883ft. and her breath 92ft. Her funnels were 72 ft. high, and she had eleven magnificent decks.—(Photochroom Compagny, Ltd.) From left to right : Reading the latest news as it was posted up outside the company's offices at Southampton.—(Daily Mirror photograph.) Inquires entering the London offices in Cockspur-street.—(Daily Mirror photograph.) Group outside the London Offices discussing the tragedy.—(Daily Mirror photograph.) Mrs. Rimmer (x) and a friend. She has been to inquire for her husband at Southampton.—(Daily Mirror photograph.) Mrs. Teuton, who is marked with a cross, anxiously waiting for news of her husband at Southampton.—(Daily Mirror photograph.)

SOCIAL preoccupations are, for the moment, entirely in abeyance in view of the news that seems every hour more terrible from the scene of the Titanic disaster. Hundreds of people here in London had friends on board, and many of the Americans whose deaths are feared or reported were popular and well known in London society. * * * To the mass of English people, of course, the best known name on board is that of Mr. W. T. Stead. The famous journalist, much-hated and much-loved, himself a good friend and a good enemy, has hundreds of friends on both sides of the Atlantic. He was on his way to New York to attend one of the semi-religions, semi-moral conferences in which he was always deeply interested. News of Mr. Stead will be eagerly looked for hour by hour. * * * Mr. Stead's controversial vigour and outspokenmess were always the delight of his admirers, and in America he had thousands of these. His appearance as critic, especially in any new sphere, has always been greeted with a storm of controversy, as there has never been any mineing of matters in the expression of his opinions. We may take his appearance, quite lately, as dramatic critic for an exemple. * * * It was only late in life that he entered a theatre, The subdued sarcasm, the gentle rebuke, of the hardened dramatic critic who cannot and must not say all that he thinks, were unknown to him. One of the first play, not presumably taken too seriously by anyone else. It was Mr. Stead's way to take all things seriously. He at once boldly printed his opinion of the play in question. To him it was "a pestilent and pestiferous farrago of filth." That, once may easily see, caused more excitment than thirty of the ordinary milder criticisms, and that gives the measure of Mr. Stead's attitude towards the world. * * * Mr. P. A. Widener, of Philadelphia, another of the passengers on the Titanic, is known in London thiefly as the purchaser of "The Mill"—Rembrandt's picture about which there was so much talk a little time ago. Mr. Widener has for long been a great traveller. His interest in art, though recent, was as enthusiastic as that of many another American millionaire. Already his collection of fine pictures is well known to the connaisseurs. It may be remembered that, some time ago, he purchased from Genoa certain celebrated Van Dycks in defiance of the Italian law aimed against the exportation of such things. * * * These pictures belonged to a certain noble, but decaying, Genoese family, and it was considered quite probable by the authorities that they might be tempted to get rid of them. It was, therefore, not altogether easy to do so, and the sale of the pictures was only effected at last by having them rolled off their frames and carried in harmless looking bundles across the Italian frontier in a motor-car to Paris.

OUT OF THE DEEP. What hidest thou in thy teasure-caves and cells, Thou hollow-sounding and mysterious main! Pale glistening pearls, an rainbow-coloured shells, Bright things which gleam unrecked of and In vain!— Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy set! We ask not such from thou. Yet more! the hillows and the depths have more! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast! They hear not now the hooming waters rest— Keep thy red gold andguins, thou stormy grave: Give back the time and brave. Give back the lost and lovely!—those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long! The prayer went up, through midnight's breastless gloom, And the vain yearning woke midst festal song! Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown— But all is not thins own! To then the love of women hath gone down, Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head, O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown! Yet must thou hear a voice—Restore the dead! Earth shell reclaim her precious things from thou!— Restore the dead, thou ... —F. D. HEMANS.

A tender with mail bags aboard alongside the Titanic. The little vessel is completely dwarled by the mammoth liner. Walking along the por side of the great promenade deck. The photograph shows how spacious it was. Note the lifeboats. Both the above photographs were taken at Queenstown on Thursday, the day on which the Titanic sailed from that port, the last at which she ever called. She prevented a magnificient picture, and no one could have imagined that in less than a week she would be lying two miles below the surface of the ocean, the most terrible shipwreck in the history of naigation.—(Daily Mirror photographs.)