Word: truncheoning
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...local celebration almost to a man, gave vent to their anger at De Gaulle by jeering a column of weary soldiers returning from a long search in the hills for the kidnapers. And in Algiers, a mob of 500 students shouting "De Gaulle to the gallows!" ran afoul of truncheon-swinging police. "Unprovoked police brutality," snapped bearded Pierre Lagaillarde, who led the storming of the Government General Building a year ago. "There were no seditious remarks." But what about the cry of "De Gaulle to the gallows?" a reporter asked. "Its meaning may be seditious," replied Lagaillarde. "But there...
Neighbors peered into the street through half-closed shutters, but the police quickly warned: "Shut those windows or we will shoot." A young doctor ignored the order and tried to administer first aid to a man felled by a police truncheon. A cop shot him through the chest...
...Negro bar called the Calypso Club, three Molotov cocktails (bottles filled with gasoline ignited by a wick) were hurled out at the crowd. "Kill the bloody spades!" shrieked a 15-year-old Teddy boy. Others took up the cry-but it changed to "Kill the bloody coppers!" as truncheon-flailing police surged into the mob. Dozens were arrested and police stations stacked up piles of bicycle chains and tire irons, flick knives and nail-studded belts taken from the rioters. "It's become a teen-age sport," said the officer in charge of West London night operations...
John Coltrane with the Red Garland Trio (Prestige). Tenor Saxophonist Coltrane swings his raucous solos like a truncheon in such numbers as Trancing In and Bass Blues, but the honors here go to Pianist Garland, whose lean, light-fingered attack and delicate sense of mood never falter...
...evocative feet, garnished it with an equally evocative script by Emmet John Hughes, author of Report from Spain (and now chief of TIME-LIFE'S foreign correspondents). There were some coruscant scenes: crying, cursing Madrileños "running faster, faster along the very edge of the abyss," truncheon-wielding cops beating them back; women and children being evacuated under heavy air bombardment, their life's possessions tied in burlap on their backs, or black coffins slung across their shoulders. There were sad, wizened faces in endless bread lines, hemorrhaging bodies on grimy stretchers, and images of Christ lying...