Word: japanism
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Japanese, each of medium height, each with a heavily wrinkled face, small clipped white mustache and a nearly bald head, put on their sleeping kimonos in the official residence of the Premier of Japan one dark and snowy night last week, laid their heads upon pillows of hard wood and went to sleep...
...mustards with machine guns had by this time burst into the bed chamber of Viscount Makoto Saito, Lord Keeper of the sacred Privy Seal of His Imperial Majesty the Son of Heaven, Emperor Hirohito. Old Saito had been a valiant admiral and from 1932 to 1934 was Premier of Japan. Two machine guns now poked their snouts in his direction and youthful mustards were at the triggers...
...young mustards were after still more exalted human game. Their ambition was to machine-gun none other than "The Last of the Genro," or long-venerated Elder Statesmen who were responsible with Japan's late, great Emperor Meiji for opening up the Empire, mechanizing it and making Japan a Great Power. The last of the Genro is 86-year-old Prince Kimmochi Saionji, outwardly a very gentle old man who asks thoughtful questions of the greatest living Japanese and never makes any comment or suggestions himself except to the Son of Heaven...
...Goddess, who is supposed to be the constant celestial Protectress of the Empire, can look into the hearts of wicked Japanese and warn good Japanese of their foul intentions, Prince Saionji inevitably would be one of the first to be warned. Some secret source, human or divine, tipped off Japan's Exalted Octogenarian. From his rustic villa at Okitsu in a speeding motor car Prince Saionji raced through night and snow to nearby Shizuoka where he was guarded by 100 police who kept the secret from murderous mustards...
...headquarters of Japan's General Staff, with its bombproof and gas-proof centre, its direct wires to every military garrison in the Empire, has never been considered exactly unguarded or defenseless. Yet by dawn it, too, had quietly filled up with mustards...