The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-10-24
Dutch Schultz Gang
 Riddled With Shots
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| N~SASAA0N4 Chicago's, was in a critical condi- ton in Newark hospital. Two of his gunmen, Otto Berman and Leo Frank, already were dead, and Ber- nard Rosenkrantz was expected to die at any time.
 Chief Lieutenant Dying
 In a Manhattan hospital Martin Krompier, Flepgenheimer's chief lieutenant, also was reported in a dy- ing condition. He was shot down in a theatrical district barber shop an hour after his chief and subordin- ates were shot down in a Newark chop house, across the Hudson River from New York. Sam Gold, a bookmaker, who happened to be with Krompier, also was danger ously wounded.
 Police immediately sent out a new general alarm for Al Stern, mad 21-year- gunman, believed re- sponsible for at least seven killings | in the last two months. He had been tentatively identified as the gunman who emptied his pistol at Krompier and Gold.
 A general roundup of criminals also was ordered, but brought scant results. Almost all persons con- nected with the rackets, from the "big shots" to the "punks" seelr1- ingly .had gone into hiding, hoping | to miss the Schultz lightning. Stool Pigeons Got Word Stool pigeons brought the alarm of the underworld to New York and Newark detectives. They reported that the Schultz gang of the Bronx and the Amberg gang of the tough Brownsville section of Brooklyn were locked in g war of extinction and that Schultz and Krompter had been shot in reprisals for the murder of Louis (Pretty) Amberg and his brother, Joe, whose deaths had been listed as reprisals for the unproyen but almost certain demise of the mean Schultz mobster, "Bo' Weinberg.
 Other stool pigeons brought word of a new gang seeking to cut in on the Schultz rackets in the Bronx, which have yielded their leader and his men approximately $20,000,OOO since 1890, and in the theatrical district of Manhattan.
 This gang, these informers said, had set a time for the elimination of Schultz and as many of his lieutenants as could be brought within range of its killers guns. Last night was the night.
 The police hunt for the boyish stern became one of the most fren- zied in the history of the local de- partment. They believed the young ster to be the most blood thirsty killer since Francis (Two Gum Crowley, a pistol in each hand, murdered for the fun of 1t. Dutch" Caught Mapping
 Big Shot" Schultz, millionaire al 34, victor over the federal govern ment in it's effort to send him tc prison for alleged income tax eva sion, a ruthless but quiet spoken gangster of almost unlimited power, was caught by his assassins in a moment of relaxation. With Berman, Rosenkrantz, and Frank, he had gone to the Palace Chop House in Newark, a few blocks from the Toney Robert Treat Hotel where he had been liv- ing while fighting the federal gov ernment's effort to take him to New York for third attempt to convict him on income tax charges
 The restaurant and bar was empty except for the gangsters and the bartender, Jack Friedman While they sat drinking and talk ing, two gunmen apparently were watching through the street win dows.
 Schultz got up and went into the lavatory. The gunmen entered, pis- tols in hand.
 "Duck," said one to the bar. tender.
 Friedman fell fiat behind the bar, hearing the lavatory door open as Schultz returned to the public room. Berman, Rosenkrantz and Frank all apparently began shooting but were not fast enough Schultz received one bullet in the left side. Berman and Rosenkrantz were shot in the stomach and chest, Frank in the arm. It was al first believed Frank would recover but the bullet severed an artery and he died at 6:30 a. m. German died an hour after he was shot. Good Shots"> Said Schultz At the hospital where Schultz underwent an emergency operation and a blood transfusion, police asked him who shot him.
 T don't know" he replied, "but they were pretty good shots"
 An hour later, in an under-the- sidewalk barbershop giving off the stairs to 8 New York City theatri- cal district subway station, the natty Krompier was being prettied up for the evening.
 Every night at about the same time for months, the Schultz sub- leader, wealthy and free spendcr had gone there to have his nails polished, his hair oiled and trim- med, his face shaved and mas saged. He and Gold had left ad- joining chairs and walked together to the bootblack, who had his broom poised to brush them of. The door opened. A swarthy man stood there, pistol in his nand ! He fired one shot into the ceiling