As World War I approached, the widowed Mrs. Edward Kelly
struggled to keep her teenage daughter, Eugenia, in check. Their brownstone home at No. 163 East 63rd
Street reflected the respectable lifestyle Victorians expected of their
daughters. But 1915 was not 1885 and
girls like Eugenia were rebelling.
Trouble came when Eugenia met Al Davis, “a tango dancer” in
1914. The much older Davis seduced
Eugenia into a whirlwind of nightclubs, cocktails, cigarettes and unseemly
music. Helen Kelly cut Eugenia’s
allowance—from $75 a week to $25 (about $550 today)—and took her to court where
she made a promise to Magistrate House not to see Davis again.
“I did all that a mother could do to keep her from drink,”
she told reporters on October 1915. “I
wanted her to remain simple and sweet and I would give my life now to see her
married to a good man.”
Eugenia and Davis had other plans, though. A year later Helen read in the newspapers “that her daughter had been seen at Murray’s with Davis and had been
ordered from the place,” reported The Pittsburgh Press.
Helen threatened to have Davis arrested but Eugenia remained
determined in her pursuit of romance. On
October 4, as she left the 63rd Street house “wearing furs and a
dark green tailor-made suit, surmounted by a black hat, and laughing as if she
did not have a care in the world,” she was asked if she were on the way to see
Davis.
“You bet I am!” she replied.
When a reporter asked if it were difficult living in the
same house with her mother, considering the conditions, she said “It is awful. I don’t see how I am going to stand for it
much longer.” And apparently she did
not.
While the drama was playing out Frederick Junius Sterner had
begun updating the block of brownstones.
Nearly a decade earlier, in 1906, the British-born architect arrived in
New York from Colorado. Sterner saw
architecture and interior design differently from most and he purchased a
Victorian brownstone on an East 19th
Street block lined with similar homes.
Before long he had transformed it into a Mediterranean-style villa with
a stuccoed façade and red tile roof.
By 1911 the block was filled with Sterner’s fantastic renovations—Tudor
and Gothic along with the Mediterranean-- earning it the nickname “The Block
Beautiful.”
Now he turned his attention to the Upper East Side. In April 1915 Architecture noted “Mr.
Frederick Junius Sterner, architect, has started an ideal development of a
group of old houses facing on East 63rd Street, New York. Mr. Sterner’s intention here is to change the
exteriors of these houses in East 63rd Street on the same principle
that he followed in his development of East 19th Street…Mr. Sterner
believes that the interior of a living place should be primarily the thing to
be considered, the exterior coming about because of the interior requirements.”
The architect remodeled and combined two of the houses as
his own residence; and sold the others to moneyed clients—Mrs. Barbara
Rutherford Hatch, Leonard Thomas, Dr. George Draper, John Magee, Philip Gossler
and Dr. Walton Martin.
With that project completed, he started on the row that
included Helen Kelly’s brownstone. On
February 24, 1919 The Sun reported that “Frederick J. Sterner, an architect,
has purchased the five dwellings at 159, 161, 163, 165 and 167 East Sixty-third
street.” The Sun said that on part of
the property “Mr. Sterner will erect a 40 foot dwelling. The remainder of the site will be modernized
and improved.”
And sure enough, on August 2 the New-York Tribune
announced that Sterner had sold Nos. 163 and 165 to “a prominent merchant” who “has
commissioned Mr. Sterner to remodel them into a single dwelling for his own
occupancy.”
The “prominent merchant” was Maurice Brill who, with his
brothers Samuel and Max, operated the highly successful Brill Brothers clothing
store at the northwest corner of Broadway and 49th Street. The Sun reported that Sterner’s conversion of
the two houses into one would be “of attractive design.”
The completed Brill mansion bore no resemblance to the original
brownstone rowhouses; nor to much of anything else. Slathered in rough stucco, its window
openings were framed in red brick quoins.
A somewhat distracting parapet, nearly a story tall, featured a bold diamond
pattern of red bricks against the lighter stucco. The entrance was a few steps below the
sidewalk and the areaway along the front of the house protected by a tall brick
and iron fence.
A photograph of the remodeled house appeared in the Architectural Record, December 1921 (copyright expired) |
Calling the exterior “ornate” and noting its “several
unusual interior features,” The New York Times later noted “It has a ground
floor library and dining room, both paneled with oak from floor to ceiling and
opening on a forty-foot garden. On the
next floor, a one-and-a-half story living room runs the width of the building
and overlooks the garden.”
Maurice had married Rhona Mayer on New Year’s Day
1906. The Brill family would remain in
their new home for over two decades while the fortunes of the three Brill
brothers increased. In 1929 wealthy real
estate developer Abraham E. Lefcourt began negotiations with the men for the
plot where their clothing store stood.
Lefcourt envisioned a $30 million skyscraper on the site that would
exceed the Chrysler Building by four feet in height.
The stock market crash, which occurred three weeks after the
building plans were announced, resulted in the Brill Building being just 11
stories and costing $1 million. It was
nevertheless a significant boost to the fortunes and renown of the brothers
Brill.
Not long after Samuel Brill died in 1931, Maurice sold the
East 63rd Street house. It
became home to the George Ruddle Kent family.
Kent, formerly of London, was a member of the insurance brokerage firm
of Freeborn & Co. On August 8, 1936
he married Mrs. Alicia du Pont Llewellyn, who The New York Times noted “was
educated by private tutors in this country and later studied abroad. She studied also for grand opera with Jean de
Reszke.”
The wealthy Kents were conspicuous in Manhattan society, as
well as in Palm Beach and Southampton.
On reporting on a dinner given in their honor by Mr. and Mrs. Harold
FitzGerald on March 29, The Palm Beach Daily News remarked “Mr. and Mrs. Kent are
members of the fashionable colony at Southampton, L. I., where they maintain a
summer home.”
The Kents remained in the house until it was sold on August
1, 1941 to public relations counsel Edward L. Bernays and his wife and partner,
Doris E. Fleischman. The couple had been
living in the Sherry-Netherland Hotel and The New York Times reported that they
“will occupy it after redecorating.”
At mid century Doris was one of the few women who dared to
retain her maiden name after marriage.
She hosted meetings of the Lucy Stone League in the house after the group was
reactivated in 1950. The organization “sponsors
the right of women to use their personal names on all legal documents and for
other general purposes,” explained The New York Times on January 19, 1951.
Doris’s insistence on using Fleischman as her name extended
only into her professional life. When
daughter Anne became engaged to Justin D. Kaplan, the newspapers wrote “Mr. and
Mrs. Edward L. Bernays of 163 East Sixty-third Street have announced the
engagement of their daughter.”
Nevertheless, Doris managed wedge her professional name in. “The prospective bride is a grandniece of the
late Dr. Sigmund Freud,” reported The Times.
“Her mother, a publicist, is known professionally as Doris E.
Fleischman.”
The wedding was held in the house on July 29, 1954. Anne was at the time the managing editor of
Discovery magazine and her husband was an editor of art books. Edward
and Doris now looked for a new home and settled on an out-of-date Queen
Anne-style brownstone at No. 26 East 64th Street. Like Frederick J. Sterner had earlier done
with their home, they excitedly envisioned a far-reaching make-over.
On May 2, 1955, the Bernays sold the house to millionaire
John Hay Whitney. An investment banker
and owner of The New York Herald Tribune, “Jock” was perhaps best known as a
polo player. He had inherited $20
million upon the death of his father and approximately $80 million more when
his mother died. He had married Betsey
Cushing Roosevelt, ex-wife of Franklin D. Roosevelt’s son James, in 1942. It was the second marriage for both.
If Whitney liked the
location of the 40-foot wide mansion, he did not appreciate Sterner’s eccentric
design. He hired architect Ellery Husted
to, once again, completely redo the residence.
What emerged was a prim brick-faced neo-Federal mansion that hid its
opulence behind a reserved and dignified façade.
Electric service call buttons installed throughout the house summoned help. There were reportedly 20 locations listed to which servants would respond, including Betsey Whitney’s dressing room, the library and John Whitney’s bedroom. A floor-to-ceiling paned window in the library was engineered to disappear into the basement with the push of a button.
On the parlor floor was a 35-foot ballroom with
floor-to-ceiling leaded glass windows and terrace over the garden. On the garden level, adjacent to the library
was the 22-foot formal dining room with a wall of windows opening onto the
garden.
Within three years of moving in, Whitney was appointed as
Ambassador to the Court of St. James. While
the Whitneys lived in their English country house, they collected items for the
63rd Street house—including the wood paneled library which as
dismantled and shipped to America.
Back home in the States after the assignment, the Whitneys
took up their busy social lives. In
addition to the Manhattan mansion, they maintained an estate on Long Island; a
summer home on Fishers Island in Connecticut; Greenwood Plantation in Georgia;
a house in Saratoga Springs (used during
horse racing events); a sprawling estate in Aiken, South Carolina; a home in
Surrey, England; and a cottage in Augusta, Georgia used for golfing trips.
Whitney was not above using his money and influence to his
advantage; one instance of which was his fight against the public garage
directly across from the 63rd Street house. In 1959 he began a court battle that dragged
on for years. His lawyer, Samuel C.
Park, Jr., argued on November 28, 1961 “For Mr. Whitney in particular, the
continual clamor and commotion of a public garage entrance directly in front of
his house, with the noise of cars and engines at all hours of day and night
being started, stopped, idled, raced and moved would seriously affect the value
of his property and the comfort of his household.”
Justice Makowitz agreed, saying the zoning laws had been
violated. He declared that unless the
law is obeyed, “fine residential neighborhoods, zoned for local retail and
residential use, will in no time lose the protection which the Zoning
Resolution intended them to have.”
In November 1965 the house was host to royal guests—Princess
Margaret and Lord Snowden. On November
23 the royal couple spent “a quiet morning and afternoon at the 500-acred
estate of Mr. Whitney in Manhasset, L.I.,” said The Times. Afterward they went to the East 63rd
Street house.
“A crowd of 100 waited behind police barricades to see
them. Margaret departed soon after for
an unscheduled shopping trip to Bonwit Teller on Fifth Avenue.” While Lord Snowden and John Whitney
assumedly relaxed, Bonwit Teller rolled out its lavender carpet for the
Princess who spent a few hundred dollars there.
“Margaret returned to the townhouse in her dark green
Phantom 5 Rolls-Royce,” reported The Times, “and there joined Lord Snowdon for
a 45-minute shopping trip at Hammacher Schlemmer’s.”
They were back in time for that evening's entertainment. Thirty guests arrived at the Whitney mansion for a
dinner party. As the elegant affair played out inside, the Irish Publicity
Committee began picketing outside. The
leader said the demonstration was to “free from British occupation the six
countries of Northern Ireland.”
When The New York Times printed an editorial entitled “East
63d: Street Under Siege” on June 9, 1977, it unintentionally focused a
spotlight on the privileged and arcane lifestyles of the millionaires who lived
on the block. The newspaper pointed out
that the ongoing subway construction was causing inconvenience, dirt, noise,
and rumblings to the well-appointed homes of people like the 73-year old John
Whitney. New Yorkers of more moderate means
fired letters back to The Times.
Matthew Bernstein wrote “I am sure that the residents of
East 63d Street enjoy all the nice things—restaurants and cultural activities—that
the Upper East Side of Manhattan has to offer…Perhaps if the residents of East
63d Street lived in Queens, and worked on the West Side of Manhattan, they
might see the reasons to build this subway.”
Lois Evans was even more pointed. “The people in East Harlem have suffered and
been mistreated by the building of the subway.
There are many brownstones in the area, inhabited by people who still
sweep in front of their houses and care about the area. We, too, had our lovely old trees on East 116
Street and all over East Harlem chopped down in the middle of the night. We have had our basements flooded and pipes
broken. Our buildings were rattled by
the pile drivers. Our sidewalks are
impossible to walk on. Many elderly
people have fallen and been injured due to the hazardous sidewalks and streets…I
invite the people of East 63d Street to visit and maybe we will see who is
better off.”
The residents of East 63rd Street remained
decidedly quiet.
Following the Whitneys, No. 163 East 63rd Street
was home to Disque D. Deane, a financier and real estate developer, and his
family. Deane reportedly embraced the
rich history of his house, carefully preserving the antique paneling and
parquet floors.
Deane died in 2010 and in 2012 his family listed the house
for $20 million. Vivian S. Toy of The
New York Times reported on May 3 of that year “The house has eight bedrooms,
eight baths, two half baths, seven fireplaces, an elevator, a landscaped
garden, a large family room on the fourth floor with a 1950s-era kitchenette,
and north- and south-facing terraces.”
Still a private home, the handsome mansion with its rich history sits quietly out of the mainstream and little noticed.
photographs by the author
I always enjoy your well-researched and insightful posts. Thank you! John Hay Whitney and his sister, Joan Whitney Payson, inherited a beautiful farm in The Bluegrass area of Kentucky: Greentree Stud, where they continued their mother's Thoroughbred breeding and racing operations and hosted members of the British royal family.
ReplyDeleteThe Whitney residence also included the townhouse to the east (to the right, partially seen in the recent photos) which was remodeled to provide a garage and guest quarters.
ReplyDeleteI worked for Greentree when I was in my twenties. My wife and I were very close to Emil the maitre Domo. Whatever happened to him? And do they still own the Manhattan townhouse. Thank you
DeleteI am Jocks biological daughter. I am a twin. Betsy is not our Mother. Her daughters were left one million dollars each, Betsy was left only money (15 mil./50k a month for life) Hold on yo your horses....Our Father left the entire estate to the two Daughters of my Issue! An overwhelming act of live and devotion I may never have know if I was not able to get my Birth Certificate and began digging. I am saddened that my fellow Americans could steal from some of the most important Americans in our History
DeleteOur Father left this nation with the most comprehensive experiment on the human condition. Get ready to discover Presidents, Judges,Mayors and all sorts of people at the highest levels of politics who have self promoted themselves to millionaires by stealing from kidnapped twins. Greentree has not been sold, but used unlawfully since 1982. Imagine how much our Father wanted us to know we're were lived and cherished! Had I not found his final will in Thomasville, GA, everyone would have pulled off the largest corporate identity theft without detection. By the way, My Father named me Barbar Joan after his beloved Sister Joan. We were born in Yonkers on Aug 8, 1963. My Father appointed Richard Schaffer as executor. He also trusted Richard so much that he allowed Richard to provide his name as Father on our birth docs. My legal name (although I have never even heard it until last year, is Barbar Joan Schafer( I think the misspelling of Schafer and Barbara were intentional. My kidnappers called me Reagan Whitney Dewolfe. BTW, Emil drove my nonbiological sisters. He taught me several coin tricks he mastered while waiting for his passengers.
Wow! I was born in ‘68 in the northwest section of Yonkers called Neperhan; and I’ve never heard of the shafer name or anyone else you speak of !
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