The Washington times., 1935-10-24
SCHULTZ, FIVE
PALS SHOT,
TWO DIE
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fication marks which might pro
vide some clue to the killers.
- -WOman's Gloves Glue
The automobile itself bore stolen
license plates-markerS that had
been stolen nearly three months
ago from an automobile owned by
Jacob Singer, of Newark.
The inevitable woman angle
was projected into the forefront
Of the investigation almost al
once. Police reported that with the
shotgun, over which Sunday
newspaper comic supplement had
been thrown, they also found a
pair Of woman's gloves.
Neither style or texture Of the
gloves was Immediately disclosed
nor was it learned whether the
gun itself had been fired recently
Across the Hudson River in
Manhattan, Martin Krompier, 33
alleged chief lieutenant Of
Schultz's gambling syndicate, lay
in the shadow Of death with two
bullet wounds in his back. With
him, in Polytechnic Hospital, was
Sam Gold, 81, Bronx promoter
and bookmaker.
All six were shot shortly before
last midnight, in one Of the most
incredibly ferocious outbursts Of
gang warfare in the nations his
tory.
Schultz, the last Of those fabu
1ous underworld kings spawned b!
the prohibition era to survive
death or prison, was shot down
by two killers in the Palace Chor
House, a dingy restaurant in the
heart Of downtown Newark, after
Q furious battle.
Newspapers were just beinG
rushed to the street in the Times
Square area of New York wher
there was another murderou!
burst Of fire in the white light
district. Krompier and Cole
crumpled to the floor Of a barber
shop at Forty-seventh Street anc
seventh Avenue, critically
wounded.
The wholesale shootings dumb
founded the metropolitan area.
New Gang RumOred
Over the underworld grapevine
sped the rumor that a powerful
new gang, headed by an un
known master criminal, has sci
out to exterminate the entire
Schultz mob, which has domi
mated the multi-million booze ano
gambling rackets Of New York
for decade.
Night clubs emptied as under
world characters fled to cover
and innocent patrons fled out Of
the way Of possible new shoot
1ngS.
There were less than a dozen
men slipping drinks in the Palace
restaurant last night when the
two strangers walked in.
Jack Friedman, the bartender
was leisurely rubbing a damp
cloth over the mahogany. He
glanced up as the two strangers
entered. Both were pale. One
was slender; one heavily built.
Straight down to the end Of tn
bar they walked, carefully scan
ming the booth.lined dining room
Then they saw their quarry.
Warn Barman to Duck"
Schultz, sitting with his bach
TO the wall, was conversing with
Berman. Next to him was Rosen
krantz,
One of the men shouted to the
bartender:
Duck"
The Mortified bartender saw
the intruders tearing a couple OF
strange instruments from under
their coats-a shotgun and q
tommy" gun.
He ducked as the roar Of fir
ing began. Berman was wounded
with the first burst Of fire. Rosen
krantz whipped out heavy auto
matte and began to return tbs
fire. Schultz was hit in the
abdomen and sat still.
All over IN minute
The actual firing lasted less
than q minute. The assassins
wheeled sharply and walked
swiftly, but not excitedly, to the
street, where they vanished in ar
automobile.
Rosenkrantz, though hit twice
In the chest, once in the left side
and once in the leg, pursued the
executioners to the door, firing
until his gun was empty.
He left a crimson trail as h.
staggered a few steps down tn
street and collapsed crafty owe
q street-cleaner's tin refuse can
Franks was hit in the lef
side, stomach and wrist. HI
was said to be the least seriouSl!
injured.
Berman, found at the tabl
with Schultz, his gun lying use
less beside him, was riddled
Three shots had torn into tn