Beneath the stucco and curved lines of the studio building hide bones of an 1826 house. |
When George P. Rogers began construction on the first brick
mansion on the north side of Washington Square in 1828 the area was still so
far north of the established city that the residence was considered his “country house.” Only two years earlier the square had been used
as a potter’s field.
Yet development had already crept into the district. Before Rogers contemplated the area for his
elegant new home Thomas R. Mercein had begun work on a row of nine speculative
rowhouses just off the square on Waverly Place.
Mercein was president of the New York Equitable Fire Insurance Company
and his row of houses reflected the burgeoning growth of the Village of
Greenwich in the 1820s.
Completed in 1826 the Federal-style homes were faced in
brick with dormered attics and paneled brownstone lintels above the windows. By
1842 Richard R. Smarte was living in No. 114, listing his occupation as “accountant.”
Near-lethal problems arose in the house in mid-May
1878. Without warning the wife of Francis
B. Brown was “suddenly attacked with chills, followed by high fever and general
prostration,” as described by The Metal Worker on May 18. Within the week other members of the family
suffered the same symptoms.
Doctors arrived at the house, trying to discover the source
of the mysterious illness. Dr. Alfred S.
Purdy of 288 Madison Avenue was called in, who forwarded a report to the Board
of Health. Professor Chandler was
notified and he sent an inspector, Dr. R. L. Wilder, to further investigate. Finally, reported the Medical
Record, “The report of Dr. R. L. Wilder fully confirmed the worst suspicions
that had been entertained, there were no traps under any of the wash basins or
bath tubs and a free passage for sewer gas was therefore given.”
In an effort to modernize their home, the Browns had indoor
plumbing installed. But their contractor
did a shoddy job at best. The Metal
Worker reported “large quantities of sewer gas” were found in the house. Wilder called it “the worst piece of plumbing
work we ever heard of,” and The Metal Worker (with obvious disdain for New York
City) added “It was almost incredible that such bad work could be found, even
in this city.”
The Board of Health “very promptly issued peremptory orders”
to have the situation corrected.
As the 19th century wore on, most of the homes
along the row eventually became boarding houses; while steps away on Washington
Square the refined mansions remained single-family homes of the wealthy. In 1885 the Rev. J. S. Atwell lived in No. 114, and by 1893 it was home to Edward L. Connell, “baritone,” and Frederick
Marschall.
Marschall was not only an artist and illustrator, he was
somewhat of a self-styled music critic as well.
When he attended the piano recital of Eugenie Castellano on Wednesday,
January 18, 1893, he left with a favorable impression of the pianist. The New-York Tribune was less enthusiastic
about the performance.
Within days Marschall penned a letter to the editor rebuking
its review. He said that he had been “anxious
to see the Criticism in Your valuable Paper which I read daily—I was pained to
see the Brutal manner in which Your Critic assailed this young and talented
girl.”
Marschall took the opportunity to poke a retaliatory jab at
the critic. “The only explanation I can
find—is—that Your Critic did not receive the Customary Tip. Respectfully Yours, Frederick Marschall.”
Two years earlier Marschall had illustrated a book of verses about the
sea, published by De Wolfe, Fiske & Co. of Boston. Along with his commissions, he served on the
faculty of The Sharp Art School, teaching decorative painting. Marschall and his singing co-resident would be the first
wave of artistic types at the address.
Also in the building at the time was the remarkable Adelaide Rosalie Hasse. Intelligent and aggressive, she did not
always win over male Victorian co-workers who expected women to stay at home
pouring tea. Hasse landed a position in
the new Astor Library and set to work organizing the world’s largest collection
of government publications, which dated back to colonial days. She is credited with the development of the Superintendent
of Documents Classification system still used by the Government Printing Office
today.
Frederick Marschall’s presence was a hint of change that
would come to the Waverly Place block by the turn of the century. Greenwich Village became New York’s version
of Paris’s Left Bank as artists and musicians were drawn by the picturesque winding
streets and charming buildings. Cashing
in on the movement, property owners converted old structures into artist
studios, with expanses of glass to provide natural light.
The house next door had also been converted to studios when this photo was shot in 1932. The sewer gas scare of 1878 may be responsible for the noticeable vent pipe protruding from the upper facade. photograph by Charles Von Urban from the Collection of the Museum of the City of New York http://collections.mcny.org/C.aspx?VP3=SearchResult_VPage&VBID=24UAYWR2P6VX&SMLS=1&RW=1366&RH=579 |
In 1920 artist Murray Percival Bewley sought out the
services of architect William Sanger.
The architect transformed No. 114 Waverly Place from a prim Federal
residence to fantastic artists’ studios.
Bewley was born in Fort Worth, Texas on June 19, 1884. His mother was an avid patron of art and inspired him to develop his talents. After years of study in Denver, Chicago and Pennsylvania, he arrived in New York where he studied under Robert Henri and William Merrit Chase. He traveled with Chase to Florence; then lived in Paris from 1906 to 1913 where he continued his studies and exhibited his works at the Salon. After marrying Bernice Wren, also of Fort Worth, he brought his bride to New York in 1916 and staged his first one-man show at the Feragils Gallery.
Bewley was born in Fort Worth, Texas on June 19, 1884. His mother was an avid patron of art and inspired him to develop his talents. After years of study in Denver, Chicago and Pennsylvania, he arrived in New York where he studied under Robert Henri and William Merrit Chase. He traveled with Chase to Florence; then lived in Paris from 1906 to 1913 where he continued his studies and exhibited his works at the Salon. After marrying Bernice Wren, also of Fort Worth, he brought his bride to New York in 1916 and staged his first one-man show at the Feragils Gallery.
By now innovative architect Frederick Junius Sterner had
been transforming outdated Federal and mid-Victorian homes into neo-Tudor and
Mediterranean-style fantasies across town in the East Village. William Sanger now took a page from Sterner’s
book. His completed studio building,
slathered in stucco, exhibited romantic hints of Italy with decorative pseudo-balconies,
arched openings, and off-set studio windows with French doors. The stoop and English basement remained
nearly unnoticed because above it all Sanger’s design detonated with a soaring,
sensuously-curved roofline encompassing an expansive studio window.
Bewley’s focus was on portraiture and his ability to capture
light and shadow was masterful. But he stayed
in the Waverly Place studio only until 1924 when he left New York for good.
Bewley's "Lighting the Lantern" reflected his ability to capture light -- http://mail.aol.com/38109-111/aol-6/en-us/Suite.aspx |
When debutante Elizabeth Consuelo de Cravioto returned to
New York after a year of finishing school in Paris and “a course of sculpturing,”
she continued her art studies. Her
mother apparently whole-heartedly supported her artistic bent; procuring an
apartment and studio in No. 114 Waverly.
On January 27, 1929 Mrs. L. Ryals de Cravioto announced the
engagement of Elizabeth to Magill Smith of New Orleans. One month to the day later, The New York Times
reported on the wedding of “the first debutante of the season to be married.” The ceremony took place in the fashionable
St. George’s Church on Stuyvesant Square, “using the double ring ceremony. Old French rings, each a double circle of
gold, heirlooms of the family of the bridegroom’s mother, were used.”
Relations between Mrs. de Cravioto and the bride’s father,
Senor Carlos Cravioto were apparently somewhat strained. He chose to remain in Mexico City rather than attend the wedding. Following the ceremony the guests moved
across town to the roomy Waverly Street studio for a reception.
Like Mrs. De Cravioto, who remained on in the apartment
after her daughter’s wedding, not all of the residents were artists. In January
1941 IT&T executive Edward James Walsh was recalled from Antwerp, Belgium as
the German invasion washed over the country.
Walsh and his wife moved into No. 114 where he died a year later on
November 6, 1942.
At the time artist Jacob Getlar Smith lived and worked in
the building. On January 10, 1943 The
Brooklyn Eagle announced his exhibition of 26 watercolors he had executed
within the past three years. Among the
works was “Waverly Residence,” which the newspaper called “an accomplishment in
picture building. It is a case of seeing
a commonplace brownstone house in an interesting way of lighting, color and
composition.”
Smith’s muscular style resulted in several WPA/Federal Art
Project works, including murals. He
sometimes used men hired by the government’s work relief program as his
subjects. His ability to see the
uncommon in the commonplace is reflected in his moving works. The artist once explained himself, saying “The
artist should be a seeing-eye dog for a myopic civilization.”
Smith's "The Snow Shovelers" was probably set in nearby Washington Square --http://americanart.si.edu/collections/search/artwork/?id=22556 |
The unexpected studio building on Waverly Place has been
painted a bright but pleasing coral pink.
Although the original color scheme which set apart the massive, curving
upper floor is lost, the flavor of Sanger’s original design is as fresh as it
was in 1920.
Architectural historians argue about the style of the
architect’s design, especially that sinuous roofline. The Landmarks Preservation Commission calls
it “French Art Nouveau,” another critic deems it “Jugendstil.” Call it what you will, it is remarkable and
wonderful.non-credited photographs taken by the author
great overall building but what are they thinking with those tacky little sconce lights at the front door?
ReplyDeleteRev Atwell was my Great Great grandfather. So glad to stumble across this article!
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