Word: scaffolds
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...exhibited at Westminster Hall. No fewer than ten Cromwellians were hanged, drawn and quartered at Charing Cross as regicides; they died well, too-so well that Author Williamson felt obliged to temper his story with an epilogue that concludes: "For posterity, the gibbet at Charing Cross towers above the scaffold at Whitehall and, in the opinion of some, dwarfs it a little...
There are those to whom the scaffold is a pulpit and those to whom it is the stage for a ghoulish Punch-and-Judy show. One of the pulpiteers is Britain's ex-Hungarian, ex-Communist Arthur Koestler, whose brilliant contribution to the campaign for the abolition of hanging in Britain has been published in the U.S. To Koestler (who languished for months under sentence of death in a Franco prison), hanging is no joke. To Dublin's Brendan Behan...
...hours the broken body of Mohammed Said Kanibi, clad in copper-red execution clothes and draped with a huge sign proclaiming the man a spy for Israel, dangled from a scaffold in front of Amman's old Roman amphitheater (which survives from the days when Amman's name was Philadelphia, the city of Brotherly Love). In the public squares of Nablus, Tulkarm and Hebron-cities of that ancient land of Canaan whose milk and honey Moses' twelve spies once surveyed for the children of Israel-three other Guardsmen were hanged at the same hour. All had been...
...that, they dote on him. They nearly made a national festival of it when, 100 years ago, Dr. William Palmer of Rugeley died a sportsman and a poisoner to his fingertips. On June 14, 1856, a crowd of 30,000 jostled and bargained for a good view of the scaffold outside Stafford Gaol, miners caroused in the taverns, and when Palmer died without a struggle, they cried, "Cheat! Twister!", for they had come to see him kick at the end of the rope. Britain's Robert Graves, poet, novelist, fabulist and all-round man of letters, has now issued...
Early one morning last week at Nicosia Central Prison, a low-walled building of yellow sandstone hidden among dusty eucalyptus trees, the nooses were hung, the traps set to deal out the stern punishment. With Koutsoftas and Panayides on the scaffold stood 23-year-old Stelios Mavrommatis, sentenced to death for shooting at two R.A.F. men (he did not hit them). Fearing a Cypriot demonstration, British troops set up radio posts and roadblocks to guard every approach to the prison. For most of the night there was only deathly quiet. Then, sometime before dawn, through the muffling thickness...