The Washington times., 1922-06-11

whiskey in the back room Of the dell,
ca. essen and 100 bottles Of gin.
But the greatest achievement Of Izzy's
career followed the recent complaint that
Q great whiskey cache existed under
Joss house in New .Yorks Chinatown.
I I. was reached by Q narrow secret tr'
mel from Mott street, almost impossible or
access. Moreover, the place had a murky
evil reputation, since 1t was beneath the
same building in which Elsie Sigel, tho
missionary worker. was murdered by Leon
Ling. And If that was not enough, 1t was
guarded night and day by Chinese whose
duty was to Siam the stee: door. kept open
for ventilation. at the approach Of white
man., II Izzy was TO get within fifty feet
Of the door 1t would have to be as
Chinese.
Now, that was asking a great deal, even
for Izzy Einstein, and after twelve hours
at his makeup table, trying on wigs ana
grease paint. he gave up in despair. AS q
last resort he visited the dressing room
of an actor friend who had sometimes
helped him with the more difficult of mis-
lisguises Izay knew how he wanted to
look, and the actor knew how to 60
about it
First he got two strips Of adhesive tape,
which he attached to Izzy's skin at his
temples. The remaining ends were fasr
tened together at Izzy's crown in such q
way that the eyelids were drawn up
obliquely to resemble 3 Chinaman's. A
wig of coarse black hair was fitted over
his head, concealiEg the adhesive tape,
and with little yellow stain the illusion
was perfect. A black fedora hat and
suit Of loose alpaca, buttoned with silk
frogs. completed the transformation. BY
the time lZZy had slipped into a pair or
wEite-soled, embroidered slippers he would
have passed for a Chinanan in Shanghai
That night Izzy sidled down the dark
alleys Of Chinatown with the soft, shut.
fling gait of the Americanized Chinese. a
genial merchant saluted him in Chinese as
he passed his door, and Icy replied. with
the Chinese translation of Good evening""
one Of the two or three Chinese words he
knew.
policeman nodded pleasantly as he
turned the corner into Mott street.
"What's your rush. John2" he asked.
Izzy replied with voluble utterance o:
imitation Chinese and hurried on. The
policeman laughed and walked his beat,
remarking 10 himself that Chinaman was
certainly queer duck.
The watchman looked at him sharply
as he approached the tLnnel door, but then
it was too late Izzv pushed past bim and
dived into the tunnel like a rabbit, while
Moe. who had been watching from a door.
way across the stret, ran over and pre-
vented the watchnan from slammiug the
door shut and calling help.
Down in the underground dungecr. vhict
was fifty feet square. Ivy discovered e
custodian. whom he quickly overpowered
and more than thousand bottles OF whis-
key, as well as several barrels OF wine.
When the flying squad OF revenue mems
summoned by Moe, arrived on the scene
the Chinese custodian was trying to make
Izzy understand his explanations in the
Canton dialect still unconscious of the
deception.
Now Izzy is perfecting the most difficult
disguise he has ever attempted. He re-
fuses to discuss the nature Of T. but prom
ises all the details CG thr ruso when the
results Of hts next bis raid become pubic
In q few days.