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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Swinging two-foot-long nightsticks like polo mallets, the mounted cops rode the mob into the gutters. Their allies on foot clubbed away with professional impartiality. In the garish, winking light men & women in agitated clumps struggled, groaned, desisted, fled. A news photographer was roughed up. Picket signs were splintered, leaflets shredded, clothing ripped. A cop shoved a matronly lady. "Sir," she murmured reproachfully, "I'm an innocent bystander." "Lady," he answered in sweaty exasperation, "if you was innocent you wouldn't be here." Five men were arrested...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: COMMUNISTS: Randan at the Roxy | 5/24/1948 | See Source »

When France fell to the Nazis, thousands of stateless and homeless Europeans fled to Marseille, there to dream of visas to freedom that most were never to get. In this lecherous and filthy port, where men squirmed on the precipice of hysteria and a knock on the door might be a Vichyite summons to an internment camp, the agony of Europe was, for one delirious historical moment, crammed into a few square miles...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: End of a World | 5/24/1948 | See Source »

...salesman made a pass at 104-lb. Prudence Tolkach, an amateur wrestler's daughter, who threw him with a full nelson, grabbed him in a hammer lock and beat him against'the floor, tossed him again with a body slam, conked him with a clock as he fled for his life...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, May 17, 1948 | 5/17/1948 | See Source »

Palestine's Arabs had little time to think about a new government. One Arab leader estimated that 200,000 of his countrymen had already fled the country. To save themselves from complete defeat, Arabs looked for help across the Jordan to King Abdullah...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: UNITED NATIONS: Waiting | 5/17/1948 | See Source »

...taken his poetry course on Robert Browning, and most would never forget it. Peering down at his class from his lecture platform, Doc Armstrong was a lordly figure, with a voice that shook the windows. Sloppy recitations enraged him. "Mush!" he would cry at a mumbling student; sometimes coeds fled the room in tears. Students feared him, but were fascinated; they came in flocks...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: Professor with a Passion | 5/17/1948 | See Source »

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