Word: scaffolding
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...turned over hurrying through the dawn to get there on time. A professional executioner had been brought in from Illinois. And William Thomas De Boe had dressed himself as if he were going down to Paducah for a dance when he marched up the 13 steps to the scaffold to become the first white man hanged for rape in Kentucky's history. What took place between the time he reached the gallows and the time the trap was sprung made news from coast to coast...
Since Kentucky law specifies that rapists must be hanged, not electrocuted, in the county where the crime was committed, and since the Livingston County jail is not big enough to accommodate a scaffold, De Boe's execution took place outside in the jail yard. The surrounding fence was so low that the gallows was in plain view of the crowd. De Boe smiled and nodded to friends and neighbors, remarked: "This fresh air sho' do feel good." The sheriff then gave him 30 minutes in which to speak his last words...
...been commissioned to do a series of enormous murals in the Casa del Pueblo and the University. Knowing nothing about Mary Hoover except that she ate well and drank well, Artist Quintanilla took her on as his assistant, taught her to paint in fresco, kept her slaving on a scaffold all summer long...
There was an attainder, a trial for high treason, a sentence of death. The kindness of the Lieutenant of the Tower was acknowledged, reproachfully, perhaps, by the gift of an inscribed copy of the English Prayer Book. With this as a last act, Lady Jane drew near the scaffold on Tower Hill, beholding on route the gory body of her husband, who had preceded her to the block. The execution took place, amidst popular lamentations, on the twelfth of February...
...afternoon last week a handful of Massachusetts Institute of Technology scientists gathered on the private airport of Col. Edward Howland Robinson Green at Round Hill. Mass. On a scaffold 30 ft. over their heads, a 100-ft. length of slender pipe pointed a battery of nozzles across the field. The sun set and the dusk thickened. All eyes were turned toward Buzzards Bay, where a bank of fog was rolling inland. The men had been waiting for fog for days...