Word: courtroom
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...defendant wore a brilliant red and yellow checked shirt, khaki riding breeches and knee-high, shining black boots. A long mane flowed down his back from the heights of his domed head; a vast, bushy beard descended from his chin to his chest. He entered the tiny courtroom in Paris' august Palais de Justice reclining on a stretcher...
...heel; this time they move to a ranch. There isn't even a telephone and Mr. Young can't stand it. Because of his complicated efforts to run away but stay rich, both Miss Johnson and Miss Hayward die, and he is suspected of murder. In a courtroom, he tells his whole shameful story in flashbacks, understandably sure that nobody will believe...
Sweeping Thought. After eight days of thoughts like these, Adela pleaded with her readers to bear with her: "These are the doldrums of jury selection. . . . Through the jammed courtroom you can feel a thought sweeping. What are we doing here? What's the matter with our world . . .? What's the matter with everybody?" Whatever was the matter with the rest of the world, things would presumably look up for Adela, as soon as Beulah and Bud took the stand...
...jurors had just seen U.S. jurisprudence rise to brave heights in a Southern courtroom; they had sat before a determined, able prosecutor, a stern and impartial judge. But the jurors were only temporarily a part of the court; they belonged in the little town which lay in the rain outside. If they convicted white men for the lynching of a Negro they would risk social ostracism, perhaps violence...
...jury did not deliberate long. As the twelve men filed in, the courtroom crowd was tense and silent. The foreman rose and handed over four sheets of white paper. The judge read them, flushed, gave them to the clerk. The verdict for all defendants: "Not guilty." The judge ordered the prisoners released. He faced the jury and said: "Mr. Foreman and gentlemen, that concludes your service. . . . The clerk has your checks ready." Then, with no word of thanks, he rose and stalked...