Word: womening
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Ladies of the Jury. What theatregoer with a nose for situations would not tingle at the comic possibilities of women doing jury duty? In the first act of this play, in which a murder trial begins, Mrs. Fiske is to be observed as a lorgnetted, matronly juror...
...with bronchial pneumonia, sat in a green Morris chair, wrapped in an automobile robe, his black New Mexican sombrero in his lap. His eyes were stunned, blankly staring at the verdict. Down his white, sunken cheek rolled a teardrop, to be kissed away by his sobbing wife. Other women present moaned and groaned hysterically. Robust cowpunchers and ranchers bent their heads in sorrow for their friend. Oilman Doheny, crimson with rage and chagrin, shook his fist at the bench and screamed: "That damned court-." Mark Thompson, Fall attorney, went white and limp, slumped to the floor, lay there unconscious...
...fortnight the jury of eight men and four women had heard evidence, listened to argument. Fall had collapsed at the beginning of the trial, had been pronounced a dangerously ill man by impartial doctors but, at his insistence, the trial had gone on (TIME...
...defense reeked with sentimentality and patriotism. Lawyer Hogan made the women of the jury weep. Doheny on the witness stand cried easily and often. Frequent were the references to Fall's bad health. Lawyer Thompson tried to describe "a red haired young man" (Doheny) and "a black haired young fellow" (Fall) meeting on the "deserts of the Southwest" when Justice Hitz cut in: "The color of Mr. Doheny's hair is not in evidence. Please follow the evidence." Lawyer Hogan made an impassioned plea for the jury to send Fall "back to the sunshine of New Mexico." Remarked...
...well you look this morning. What a fine overcoat! If I had one like that I'd go to the theatre tonight! . . . Look at all these letters, they are mostly from women, if they could see me now they wouldn't fall in love with me, would they...