Word: mobbing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...pangs of hunger but a will to have nice things prompted 10,000 New Zealanders to stage a demonstration which became a series of bloody riots in Auckland last week. Time after time the mob swept down Queen Street, smashing the windows of smart shops right & left, seized $350,000 worth of nice things...
...keep the aftertaste from happening Auckland hastily swore in 1.200 special constables. Also two squadrons of the sharpshooting Waikato Mounted Rifles arrived with a loud clop-clopping to protect Queen Street. But suddenly on the second night the mob, swarming in from side streets, engulfed once more the inexperienced forces of Law & Order. Three more hours of rioting broke almost every Queen Street window while insurance men despaired. Even Auckland newshawks were staggered, reported that "members of the crowd cursed and swore the most fearful oaths...
Squires was in his rooms?protected by the three clergymen whose parade, to their infinite distress, had become a riot. As the mob raged nearer & nearer to the Premier's rooms Father John Pippy took command, arranged a back-door escape for the Premier after whispering among mobsmen in that quarter. Out front, Newfoundlanders were dancing on the Government's piano, dancing it to smithereens and pocketing piano keys "as souvenirs." For an escape the instant seemed propitious to Father Pippy and to potent John Power, a burly fisherman who had agreed to help...
...Premier down. Father Pippy flung himself upon Sir Richard to protect him. John Power battled, snorted and swore dreadful sea oaths. The tide at last was turned by the two Protestant clerics. Rev. C. Johnson and Rev. W. Godfrey. Hopping up & down and shouting their loudest, they begged the mob to let Sir Richard up and let him pass, promised all manner of things in the heat of their fervent persuasion?which worked...
...rioters fell back, up jumped Father Pippy. Premier Squires, rising badly bruised from the bottom of the heap, was rushed to a secret cellar, disappeared from the Newfoundland scene for 24 hours. The mob, though they had let their quarry escape, made a thorough job of smashing all the Colonial Building windows, battering doors and desks to splinters and scattering State papers by the armful in the street. Solemn, impassioned promises by highly respected citizens that Premier Sir Richard Squires would positively resign or call a Newfoundland election within 48 hours finally got the smashers out of the building...