Word: riot
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...forcibly ejected (TIME, July 13), attempted to lead a parade of jobless dole-drawers through the streets of Glasgow last week. Police inspectors were waiting for him, told him that he could not march. The crowd of sullen workmen in grimy caps grew & grew. There were angry murmurs. Suddenly riot flared. Mobsters smashed store windows and began looting. Brickbats, cobblestones, beer bottles whanged through the air. Mounted police clattered down the High Street swinging their truncheons. John McGovern was dragged off to jail, charged with "threatening violence to the lieges and committing a breach of the peace...
...September 23, 1911 at an aviation meet near Garden City, L. I., Earle Lewis Ovington was sworn in as ''air mail pilot number one." He climbed into his Blériot monoplane Dragonfly, received a sack of mail from Postmaster-General Frank Harris Hitchcock, flew six miles to Mineola and dumped the sack (which he had been holding on his lap) at the feet of Postmaster William McCarthy. Seven years elapsed before regular airmail service was attempted in the U. S. with an experimental route between New York and Washington. But sentimentalists of aviation like to think...
...degree of electrical engineer at M. I. T. in 1904, became interested in aviation in 1910 while reporting the First International Aviation Meet at Belmont Park, L. I. for the New York Times. Two months later he sailed for Europe to be taught to fly by Louis Blériot, first man to fly the English Channel.* In another three months he took his "brevet," or pilot's license from the F. A. L, brought the first racing Blériot to the U. S. and began to take one prize after another for first flights in various sections...
...firm hand he rules the convicts confined in that strong jail, made doubly strong by the high mountains back of Salt Lake City. Last week Warden Davis heard a bomb go off. Looking out from his office he saw the prison yard suddenly seething with a bloody, vicious riot. A dozen convicts had captured Deputy Warden Giles. Three hundred others were milling in the yard armed with clubs and rocks. Some had guns. Louis Deathridge, a Missouri desperado, ran to the wall with a rope which had a hook on the end. He hurled the hook over the wall, started...
...seemed big enough to subdue them all. They dropped their weapons, turned away, slowly moved back to their cells. One convict was dead, two guards, a deputy warden and two convicts injured. Two of the convicts, life termers, faced death if convicted of attacking a guard. The riot had lasted an hour and a half. Giant Warden Davis wiped his brow, strolled back to his office...