Word: pandemoniums
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...ring there for what the promoters insisted was "the world's welterweight championship." They had reached the eighth round when two men, not pugilists, started a fight of their own in the balcony. One drew a revolver. Nearby spectators scrambled away. In a moment there was general pandemonium. One whisper said: "Race riot." Another said animals quartered nearby for a circus had escaped. Another, seeing smoke from a photographer's flashlight, said: "Fire." The 10,000 spectators sought exits, not calmly. Many were trampled. One man, who fell or was pushed over the balcony ledge to the floor...
...banks of Naples wired to Rome, asking that fifty million lira ($2,500,000) be rushed south at once. Throngs of Neapolitans danced and cavorted through the streets, shrieking, delirious with joy. When the cash began to arrive in vanloads, each of the 150 banks became a scene of pandemonium. Once again...
Horses were bought and sold, betting was furious. Mr. Geddes found that his home had become a public sporting arena. After he retired for the night, taxicabs would swerve to his doors laden with inebriate racegoers. At last neighbors complained of pandemonium. The game ceased. The apparatus had cost Mr. Geddes $4,000. He was offered $1,000 per night to operate it at Saratoga Springs, N. Y., but he refused...
...taking his farce, Marriages Are Made in Heaven, away from the great German metropoli and out to Frankfurt-am-Main. There good and pious Frankfurters tried to wreck the piece. When God lit a cigar they hissed. When he picked up a saxophone and tooted they booed. But pandemonium did not break loose until God accepted a highball from Mary Magdalene, grew confidential and confessed: "You know I never did create the World. Queer how that idea started! I get tired sometimes-being blamed for all that happens...
...Ladies in sparkling décolleté who had never smelt anything worse than an onion, found their gowns and hair suddenly reeking with a liquid that stank like putrid eggs. Gentlemen in evening dress who had never wept, shed rivulets as tear bombs burst around them. Amid frantic pandemonium the élite of Frankfurt rushed stumbling forth pellmell. Meanwhile the good and pious in the gallery-having thrown their last stench bomb-grouped about their clergyman and sang a triumphant hymn...