Today in Chicago History: Fire engulfs Union Stock Yards
Here's a look back at what happened in the Chicago area on May 19, according to the Tribune's archives.
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Weather records (from the National Weather Service, Chicago)
High temperature: 94 degrees (1977)
Low temperature: 36 degrees (1993)
Precipitation: 1.53 inches (1949)
Snowfall: None
1934: 'Big Jim' O'Leary's palatial gambling mecca at 4183 S. Halsted St. was destroyed when the second-biggest fire in Chicago history blazed, taking out nearly 90% of the Union Stock Yards, injuring 50 firefighters and killing hundreds of cattle.
During Chicago's auto racing heyday, a NASCAR race in Soldier Field ended in a razor-slim victory by Fireball Roberts
1935: Midwest Auto Racing Association hosted its first car race at Soldier Field.
The venue hosted its first NASCAR race in 1956 — the Grand National.
1971: Ald. Fred Hubbard disappeared with $100,000 from the Chicago Plan, a federally funded jobs program he had headed. He was arrested by FBI agents in August 1972 at a poker game in a suburb of Los Angeles. Hubbard was brought back to Chicago, where he pleaded guilty to 16 counts of embezzlement and was sentenced to two years in prison in January 1973.
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After serving all but 10 weeks of his prison term, he ended up driving a cab. Later, Hubbard used a false name, Andrew Thomas, to land a job as a substitute teacher in the Chicago Public Schools. The ruse was discovered in 1986 when Hubbard, then 57, was accused of propositioning a 13-year-old girl at a grade school. In recent years, he was back behind the wheel of a taxi, but he lost that livelihood in 1991 when his driver's license was suspended.
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1982: The Chicago Park District included a $20 million dome for Soldier Field on its list of projects.
'We're just finishing a $32 million renovation of Soldier Field,' Park Board President Raymond Simon said. 'But if you look 10 years down the road, and if Soldier Field were utilized 150 days a year, we would be making a lot of money.'
The Tribune Editorial Board responded by saying it had endorsed a domed sports arena near the lakefront since 1964, but argued that taxpayers should not foot the bill: 'They are carrying a heavy enough burden without having to worry about status symbols, however attractive.'
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