Word: mobbing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...prompts a single verdict. Both playwrights are much better at dialogue than drama. Saroyan's one-acter is more rewarding because it's simpler and more human. It tells of a guy (Eddie Dowling) in a small-town Texas jail who, before he is killed by a mob, talks through the bars of his cell with the jail's wispish slavey of a cook (Julie Haydon). Theirs is a brief rapprochement, a doomed romance, of two desperately lonely, anonymous souls. But the scene, quilted down with words, is merely touching where it ought to be intense...
...morning of the hanging, hundreds of women outside the jail ceased their lamentations and in procession through the streets sang God Save Ireland. As two American soldiers passed, the mob shouted: "Why don't you stay home?" (U.S. troops had been ordered off the streets for 48 hours.) A U.S. Army car was stoned. British loyalists assembled and sang: There'll Always Be An England. Millworkers and dockers stopped work...
...Post. There was doubtless some truth in it. No one has yet made a satisfactory explanation why the U.S., with half the world's steel capacity, is bogged in a steel "shortage." But the cure was not in intramural bickering in WPB's big undisciplined mob. A more likely solution had already been laid on Nelson's desk by big (6 ft. 3) hustling Reese Taylor, steel division chief: he wants a quota plan patterned after Bernard Baruch's World War I steel controls (TIME...
...silent deliberation in the movement of the cars. . . . Hundreds of pedestrians in a steady flow ease past the tall, iron picket fence separating the White House grounds from the avenue. . . . They move along quietly, talking if at all in whispers, subdued whispers. Silence on the avenue, despite the mob of cars, the mass of people, is apparent, deep enough to gnaw at the nerves...
...over the radios, were turned directly toward the towering pillars of the Capitol. There was a churchlike hush, a sullen, angry silence. . . . What was the silence of shock last night, today was the cold, determined hatred of an outraged people. There was something of the tension of a lynching mob, a mob where there are no masks, where each individual is happy to be identified with the purpose of the assembly...