To mark our 175th anniversary 12 months, we characteristic a distinct entrance web page every week from previous editions of the Ottawa Citizen. At present: Nov. 22, 1963.
The primary story on the entrance web page of early editions of the Citizen on Nov. 22, 1963 was of the federal authorities’s announcement that Trans-Canada Air Strains, the forerunner to Air Canada, was going to buy six Douglas DC-9 jets at a value of $24 million. The primary artwork, in the meantime, was of Pauline Vanier, spouse of governor basic Georges Vanier, instructing college students at Normal Vanier Public Faculty to curtsey.
All of that dramatically modified within the afternoon, nevertheless, when it was introduced that U.S. president John F. Kennedy had been shot and killed, an occasion that folks, almost six a long time later, nonetheless recall with nice readability and emotion.
On the Citizen, there was scant time to remake the paper earlier than getting it out on the streets and into subscribers’ houses, and the pages of reports and evaluation that sometimes accompany such a major occasion needed to wait till the next day. Vice-President Lyndon B. Johnson had not but been sworn in as president because the presses have been re-plated and a brand new version printed. There was nonetheless no phrase but on the situation of Texas Governor John Connally who, driving in the identical convertible because the Kennedys, was additionally shot and significantly wounded. Lee Harvey Oswald’s id had not been launched. Conspiracy theories had barely had time to steep. Three photographs have been fired, and Kennedy was useless.
On the 22
, the front-page story merely indicating that the president had been killed must suffice. “Kennedy shot to loss of life” was the straightforward, but violent headline.
“Two monks stepped out of Parkland Hospital’s emergency ward in Dallas, Texas, and stated President Kennedy died of his bullet wounds,” the paper introduced. “The announcement by the monks introduced audible sobs from a crowd of scores of reporters and different residents crowded across the emergency ward entrance.”
Within the absence of quick explanations, readers, for the second at the least, have been left to share within the First Girl’s grief. “Jacqueline Kennedy cradled her dying husband’s blood-smeared head in her arms because the presidential limousine raced to the hospital,” the Citizen reported. “ ‘Oh, no,’ she stored crying.”