Word: tumult
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Rivera's esteem for her house guest, Exile Leon Trotsky, antedates but probably does not surpass André Breton's. From Mexico last summer Poet Breton and Painter Diego Rivera issued a furious manifesto, calling on all independent revolutionary intellectuals, "whose voice is drowned by the odious tumult of the regimented falsifiers," to form a world-wide union against the oppression of art by any political regime, especially the Stalinist...
They held the Colón Hotel. Two field guns protected it, and before the guns were soldiers with machine guns and rifles, sweeping the wide avenue from end to end. As the tumult of the whistles died away, two Cadillacs driven by anarchists zigzagged madly up the street toward the guns, making 70 m.p.h., their horns screaming. Like monstrous torpedoes they plowed through the line of soldiers, charged the gun crews, piled into a wall beside them in black, blood-spattered heaps of wreckage. Their drivers were dead. But the guns were silenced...
...Catholic demonstrations before Nazi sympathizers. The next evening Nazi groups struck back. Storming the archiepiscopal palace adjoining the Cathedral, they hurled stones through the windows, pushed past a gateman, entered the palace itself and indulged in a little looting. Cardinal Innitzer, praying in his private chapel throughout the tumult, was reported to have been slightly injured by crashing glass from a broken window. Later, the crowd made a bonfire in St. Stephen's Square, burned a small crucifix, a painting of the Virgin Mary and a portrait of the Cardinal, scrawled on the walls of the palace: "Away with...
...tumult and the shouting dies; " The captains and the kings depart: " Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, " An humble and a contrite heart...
...University. In its most populous stretch, between Claremont and Tremont, it is a cheerful, neighborly street, where on the summer evenings Jewish housewives lean from their windows or sit in chairs drawn out on the sidewalks, where kids on roller skates coast down the slight slope and where the tumult of a thousand conversations, of hundreds of mothers calling their children, is an antiphony to the sound of passing motors...