Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1909-07-28
BLUE DAYS FOR CHINATOWN.
Sigel Murder Next to Hurt Business.
Now Comes War of Tongs.
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servants. Quong the God Of Justice,
who is evergreen like the fir and
cypress, has gone on q vacation. The
five lakes and four seas bow pros
trate before the Prince of Devils and
Chang, the War God, grins and puffs
his cheeks as he whets his twin
edged sword.
Upon the dwellers in the quarter
has fallen blight that threatens to
put this show place out Of business
and scatter it's yellowmen. With the
first really determined police crusade
against Chinatown vice and the con-
sequent depression of Chinatown
business, which is gambling; with
the first murder Of white girl by
Chinaman known to New York police
annals and the consequent blaze of
public indignation against all Chi
nese, and with the threatened un-
leashing of the death hounds of the
dreaded Hip Sing Tong against it's
equally notorious rival, the Ong
Leong Tong, and the consequent
reign Of terror spreading through
Mott street, there seems nothing for
a good "<listian" Chinaman to do
but pack his grip; oil his queue; say
n last prayer in the mission house
with his white Sunday school teach
er; burn another prayer before the
great Joss later so as to be on the
safe side, and start for his "cou-
sins" in Chicago, Frisco or Van Cou-
yer.
Lean Days Here, Indeed.
Never have Mott, Pell and Doyers
streets known such Improbable
times. To begin, there are Capt. Mi
chael Calvin, of the Elizabeth street
station, and his band of bluecoated
"foreign DEVILS"
Capt. Mike only recently got his
double bars, and he Is out for rec
ord. Long years of service in Chink-
town have brought hi:l a knowledge
of It's intricacies, and he has a staff
of lobby COWS" or white stool
pigeons" and of Chinese informants
such as few of his predecessors pos
sessed.
Capt. Mike, on the day he was
made took a walk through China
town. The news Of his promotion
had preceded him, and grinning Chi
nese in narrow, dark doorways hail
ed him with "Hello, Captain, we
hends, eh?"
"Sure!" said Capt. Calvin. 1--WE
friends. But tell all Cinnamon me
say no more gambling. Me raid all
time. Fan tan, py-gow, all stop, un-
derstand?"
That declaration spread through
out the quarter in twenty minutes.
In twenty-five Chinatown was one
wide yellow grin. 1t had heard all
police captains make the same threat.
Therefore 1t laughed. That night it
laughed harder for Capt. Calvin and
a handful of detectives had raided
py-gow game in a basement in Pell
street. Good bluff, all same other
captains.
But the next day came more raids,
and the next night and the night af-
ter, and almost every night for
week. Chinatown stopped laughing.
Ninety-siX Chinese were in the Cen
tre street court in one day, charged
with gambling. 1t began to look
serious.
Warned to Guard Life.
Capt. Calvin always had walked
alone and unafraid into the blackest
Chinatown basement. Two weeks af-
ter he was made captain one Of his
Chinese friends stopped him in the
street and whispered:
''No go lone in basement now.
Captain, all Chinamen mad at YOU"
Calvin took the "tiD," and there
after couple Of his men accompa.
MED him in his nocturnal visits to
the quarter. But his housecleaning
operations went on. Not only did he
strike terror into the hearts Of gam
blers and opium sellers, but he took
the most effective methods to rid the
quarter Of its most degraded element,
its white women. They We're driven
from their Orientaily bedecked
rooms and forced to leave the pre-
cinct. Only the women who could
prove a legal marriage with her Chi
nese patron were permitted to re-
main. About two hundred were
driven ont in less than two months.