Word: mobbing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Rutledge in the first five minutes, pauses at her gravestone five minutes later. Abe Lincoln rides into Springfield from New Salem in frock coat and stovepipe on a mule, cuts his own hair, thrums a jews-harp, halts a lynching of his first clients with the argument that the mob is trying to do him out of his first retainer. He wins a tug-of-war against the Hog Wallow boys by hitching the anchor loop of the rope to a wagon, dances with Mary Todd, generally establishes himself as a capable, dryly humorous, lonely citizen. Then the trial takes...
...aise) played up the scandal as typical Leftist corruption. Rightists began to demonstrate in Paris, and Police Chief Jean Chiappe seemed overly lenient in dealing with the demonstrators. The Chautemps Government fell and M. Daladier, Chautemps' successor, fired M. Chiappe. It was then-February 6, 1934-that a mob gathered at the Place de la Concorde and started over a bridge across the Seine to rush the Chamber of Deputies on the opposite bank. Mobile Guards, assembled by the Daladier Government, fired into the crowd: 24 were killed, hundreds injured. Next day, without waiting for a vote from...
There are always two versions to diplomatic incidents, and I'affaire Gruebner was no exception. The Polish account: the Polish Vice-Commissioner to Danzig went to Kaltof to investigate the sacking of a Polish customs house by a German mob; his party was attacked, compelling his chauffeur to fire in self-defense. To this the German version bears little resemblance: there was merely an orderly demonstration against "molestations" of German girls by Polish officials, and Gustav Gruebner was plugged for no reason at all. The Nazi-controlled Danzig Government through the Senate President promptly demanded compensation for Butcher Gustav...
...Rome of a bright spring morning. A vast, good-humored mob filled St. Peter's Square, craned necks toward the Arch of Bells. Suddenly the cheers exploded. Through the Arch of Bells into the square came Pope Pius XII, in gold-embroidered cape, followed by a brilliantly robed procession. The Pope climbed into a glistening, open-topped convertible sedan. Into nine other limousines clambered his retinue. By a devious four-mile route across Rome, past kneeling and cheering thousands, past the packed stands in the Via dell' Impero, the Pope's motorcade wound its slow...
...himself that day he took Billy, his younger brother, to see the circus at the Boston Garden. The place affected him strangely: the smells of sawdust and animal-flesh, grease paint and rope, all got under his skin. The pushing mob didn't satisfy his desire for companionship, and of course, neither did Billy. It was spring, and his fancies had turned to where they usually did at that time of year. As he handed the tickets to the scarlet-clad Cossack at the door, he was complaining to himself, "This is no job for a college...