Word: conviction
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...armed convicts looked at him in awe. He seemed big enough to subdue them all. They dropped their weapons, turned away, slowly moved back to their cells. One convict was dead, two guards, a deputy warden and two convicts injured. Two of the convicts, life termers, faced death if convicted of attacking a guard. The riot had lasted an hour and a half. Giant Warden Davis wiped his brow, strolled back to his office...
...reported at 150, then at 400, later at 700. When the known toll reached 1,000 (Belize had 13,000 inhabitants), the authorities stopped counting, looked for corpses no longer. It would have been impossible to bury them before they started spreading disease. Bodies already found were dumped into convict-dug trenches. The rest were thrown on pyres made of badly demolished buildings, including the Jesuit college where many unidentified victims must have been killed...
Last week the Legislative Committee under Samuel Seabury investigating Tam many Town wanted to question ex-Convict Maier, now grown rich and politically important as a manipulator of German votes. What did David Maier know about an evil-smelling city pier lease? But the onetime brothel keeper was not to be found until the hawk-eyed press spotted him 4,000 mi. away ? junketing around Europe with no less a person than Mayor James John ("Jimmy") Walker (TIME, Sept...
...Convict and onetime Brothelman Maier then explained that it was just a "coincidence" that he sailed on the Bremen with the Mayor, that he was going to Germany for sciatica treatments, that he had joined the Walker party ("I paid all my own expenses") at the Mayor's request because he could speak German. Within 24 hours after the interview, however, "True Friend" Maier disappeared from Paris, presumably to take his sciatica to Berlin...
...stole the warden's son's clothing, dieted from 180 to 130 pounds, fit himself into the grey linen suit, blue shirt, sport belt, black & white sport shoes, clapped the golf hat on his head, seized a golf stick, sauntered to freedom. After a holiday in Davenport, Iowa, clever Convict Miller borrowed an automobile, started for Chicago. At Dixon, 111., he came upon something he had never seen before or during his twelve years in prison?a red traffic light. He gave it one contemptuous kok and drove merrily on. That night in the Dixon jail "Arthur Morris," arrested...