Word: mobbing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...dinnertime Judge Duer was suddenly called from table to try to disperse the growing mob. "How about Euel Lee!" the townsmen cried at the judge. Euel Lee, a crazed black, had killed a farmer, his wife and two children two years before in an adjoining county, was not until last week condemned to death. "We ain't gonna have no Euel Lee in Somerset County...
...sheriff of Princess Anne had left his jail and prisoner in the hands of the troopers during the afternoon, remarking that he would return "in a short time." By the time he got back night had fallen. His jail was besieged. Under the headlights of police cars, the mob was running crazily this way & that through the smoke, kicking tear gas cans out of the way, hurling bricks and stones at the defending troopers. The mob gathered for a charge and 13 troopers went down under the impact, their captain knocked senseless. The mob battered down the first iron door...
...chest when he was dragged out of the jail. He was stunned from the fight he had put up in his cell. He made no outcry, even when a young boy leaped on his back and cut off one of his ears. He fell often under foot as the mob dragged him along. He was dead before they strung him up to an oak tree in sight of Judge Duer's house. Some mobsters tried to set fire to what few rags remained on the corpse. There was not enough to burn, so the body was dragged back...
...themselves either of the desire to go to war or of a stupendous inability to chart their own course. For the essentials of their propaganda are capable of no other interpretation, and that propaganda they have brewed with uncommon energy and ability, leaving no page in the book of mob inflammation unturned, no trick in the militarist deck unplayed. M. Daladier has been an apt pupil, and the guerre de revanche, seemingly moribund, has blossomed beneath his hand. The great obstacle is economic expediency, but Lloyd's are willing to wager at three to one odds that the French...
Skoits, inelegant in the fetid atmosphere of a saloon, but still skoits. Chinamen burn while Chuck Connors' mob fights Steve Brodie's gang for possession of the fire hydrant--an especially humorous scene since we have as a background to this massacre a delightful picture of good-natured Swipes throwing a brick through a window, upsetting a kerosene lamp. Crowds throng the banks of the East River near the Brooklyn Bridge, small boats loaded with inebriated gamblers drift in a semi-circle...