Word: mobbing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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When I turned page 14 of TIME, April 16, and saw the smiling face of Miss Sylvia Pankhurst with her first-born in her arms, it recalled the days when this lady led the mob of wild, dissatisfied, would-be unsexed women who thought they wanted the franchise. What a different facial expression then and now, it is evident that she has got what she really desired: Motherhood; Finis can now be written to her political activities...
...production were gigantic; there were vast numbers of actors, 400 costumes and 300 masks of all kinds. Irving Pichel, deep-voiced and deliberate, made a splendid Lazarus. Gilmor Brown, who organized the Pasadena Players some ten years ago, played Tiberius and acted as director. His handling of mob scenes, much after the methods of Max Reinhardt, was always effective...
...course, the Americana hunters who make their own gentility dubious by an inordinant desire to assert the vulgarity of mob pleasures, can and do challenge the intelligence of endurance contests. The rival show, put on by local patriots, which sent Dawes and Revere over their courses again, was much better costumed and much less attended. It is admitted that a man might be as dull as the Man Who Knew Coolidge, and still run a good Marathon. But ad these indictments carefully weighed still present no valid reason why a person should not stroll across Boston Common at the first...
...drafted soldiers are not, fortunately, ever allowed an access to the stage; there are no mob scenes or speeches from the window. But the sound of the soldiers' voices is heard and their fifers play gay tunes in the expectation of disaster. A sputter of rockets goes up, at night, for a last and tragic parade. Confused, threatening, alive, these sounds sift into the shadowed room which is the stage; a room in which there has been caught, by some soft and secret charm of writing, by the clever playing of Mary Ellis and Basil Sydney, the intimate mystery...
...quiet as an untenanted playhouse. The rayon announcement pierced the gloomy hush like a spotlight lighting its stage for the premiere of an exciting play. The scene on the stage was an alley in the City of London, Throgmorton Street. Hustling onto this stage from every entrance came a mob of stockbrokers, those frantic and mysterious vaudevillians, shouting the abandoned gibberish of their lines...