Judge — December 7, 1929 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE Chinese Master-Mind Strikes Again! Fiend Weaves Weather Bureau In Crime Web! By S. J. nen the delicate silken filaments of the Associated Wie: hummed out the news last Tuesday that Caliban, Balaban and Katz, a syndicate of power- ful Wall reet capitalists, had bought the New York City Weather Burcau, only a few realized the full import of what had happened.” But in away Limehouse ch, in the Street of the Thousand Lotus Blossoms, Dr. Manchu fingered an exquisite bit of jade between half- closed eyelids and smiled. For a moment he allowed his inseru table Oriental mask to betray a faint satisfac tion; then, stepping to the tapestried wall, he pressed a button. In the televi before him slowly ap- peared the features of Morley Caliban, three thousand miles away at his desk in the heart of New York's great financial district. With that flawless Oxford 1ecent acquired at Cambridge, which had so often bewildered the keenest operatives of the police of five con tinents, Dr. Fu- Manchu spoke a word into the instrument and decided the fate Manhattan's teem- ing millions. Just how far-reach- ing an effect the hinations of the slmond-eyed and wily Chinese master-mind will have, no one can say. But when you, Mr. Average Citizen, arise from your ostermoor on the morning of 15th and find the world wrapped in soundless fts of chicken chow mein, it will alrerdy be too late. The talons of the suave doctor of erime will } ibout the throat of the city’s weather bureau, a detective the man would have twist the Fates- hesis, Clothos, Atropos, \ Driscoll, and O' Brien—decreed in his brain! W ish scheme lies behind those impenctrable Follow into the cunning maze of that labyrinthine intelligence thich directs us like pawns on the Chessboard we call nN sereen ve closed Into the mad brain of this fantastic genius has come a plan for a mighty Chinese empire ruled by his own hand. Long ago in a hundred subtle ways he began to spread his slimy tentacles. Last summer thousands of his hench- men appeared at Coney Island and Far Rockaway clad in coolie coats over their bathing suits, chattering a Perelman strange dialeet clo: mysteriously made akin to Chinese. A new dish, rice, ts appearance on New York's dinner- table. A cl e raid on a Lithuanian church on Fifth Avenue re led that eleven hundred Liths had gone Manchu and bound their feet. Experts on rare bindings were called in, the inbound feet were sorted from the out- hound, and the offenders were soundly birched. Fortu- the balance was maintained by a petition of four thousand Chinese, who through carrier pi- geons begged the Mayor in pigeon Eng- lish to allow them to turn Lithuanian. For a time the situation was tense and growing tenser, but the dead lock was broken when Anna May Wong, a tenser in the Follies, confessed that she had been born a Lithu- In the pulpit, Stephen Wise, promi- nent Lithuanian priest, spun a prayer-whcel and wore a pigtail to show his allegiance to the Buddhist faith. Two-handled sword tenses and wrestling by torch flares were held publicly in Times Square, and a group of Lithuanian hooli an gans was arrested try- ing to put up a card- board replica of Fuji yama in White Plains. In the hidden pur- licus of London's EF. End, a step from Limehouse Causeway, Fu-Manchu’s face was a riddle as he slowly rolled a pill over a delicately wrought charcoal brassiere. At last he arose and pressed a button marked ‘Dragons That day four dragons were taken into custody on Pelham Ps y and riot guns had to be allotted to six hundred patrolmen in Central Park. The next morning there were only two hundred and fifteen of them left, the rest having been devoured by a covey of dragons in the line of duty the night before. They were decorated with green dimity curtains and cheap but serviceable lacquered tables and sold to a chain of Chinese chop-suey joints. A few futile attempts have been made by the authorities to prepare for the blizzard of chow mein which will de- scend over the Island next week. What makes it worse is the certainty that it will rain bird's-nest soup before the drifts can be cleared away. Already the fine Chinese hand of Fu-Manchu’s minions can be detected in th barometer at the Weather Bureau, (Continued on page