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As New York City recovered from the great financial depression known as the Panic of 1873, a boom in construction resulted. In 1878 1,672 building were erected in Manhattan, followed by another 2,065 in 1879. Among the developers taking advantage of the trend was Anthony Mowbray.
Mowbray had started building in New York in 1853 and,
although he was a trained architect himself, by the 1870s more often relied on
the talents of others. The streets
leading away from the completed Central Park presented alluring sites for rowhouses
and in 1878 Mowbray began construction on a row of five brownstone-fronted
homes from No. 12 to 20 East 68th Street.
Mowbray and his fellow developers were likely unaware that
within a generation the East Side neighborhood they were creating would be
overrun by the mansions of Manhattan’s wealthiest citizens. For now, they erected respectable upscale
homes intended for the well-to-do merchant and upper-middle class.
Designed by architects Lamb & Wheeler, the homes were
completed in 1879. No. 12 became home to
Oren Dennett and his wife. Four stories
tall over a high English basement, it boasted 12 rooms and two bathrooms.
Dennett was born in Maine in 1824 of what Refrigerating
World called “sturdy New England stock.”
One of 13 children, he “surrendered the slow opportunities of farm life”
at the age of 18. Dennett traveled to
New York where he took a job as a driver of an ice wagon for the Knickerbocker
Ice Company.
The hard-working boy advanced (it was noted that he had “scarcely
known a sick day”), becoming the foreman in charge of the company’s eight ice
wagons located at the foot of Duane Street in 1850. By the time he purchased the 68th Street
house he was a director of the company.
In days before electric refrigeration, the ice business was a
grave necessity to homes and businesses alike.
In 1884 Dennett secured a large commission by landing the Department of
Charities and Corrections account.
While Dennett was busy in the ice trade, his wife upheld the
image expected of a moneyed housewife.
While she did not sip tea with the Astors or Vanderbilts, she immersed
herself in the appropriate charities and clubs.
She served as Vice-President of the Euterpe Club, a group that described
itself as “mainly musical in its aims and work.” In addition to luncheons and card parties for
its members, the club organized “concerts and musical mornings which are given
during the season at the Waldorf-Astoria.”
Club Women of New York said these “are social events and are
participated in by artists of high standing in the musical world.”
The no-nonsense New England upbringing of Dennett may have
been responsible for his using public transportation. On January 24, 1896 The Sun
reported that the 72-year old “was severely bruised and shaken last evening by
falling as he attempted to board a Fourth avenue car at Forty-third street and
Vanderbilt avenue. He was taken home
after an ambulance surgeon had attended to his injuries.”
Later that year the Knickerbocker Ice Company was absorbed
by the American Ice Securities Company, of which he was made a director. Dennett was already highly invested in the
New Jersey Ice Company and he turned much of his focus to that company, serving
as President.
In 1908 the American Ice Company—which had been formed by
the consolidation of several local ice firms—was under investigation and
charged with price fixing. Correspondence
from executives of the American Ice Company revealed disdain for Oren Dennett,
whose above-board business practices were deemed “inactive.” A letter written earlier by president John D.
Schoonmaker said in part:
“We will have to shake up old man Dennett. We can’t stand any more nonsense from the
Mountain Ice crowd. Dennett will sit up,
and it will tear the old man up pretty well if we start in there; but that don’t
mean anything in dollars and cents to this company. We will get ten to one when the time comes to
throw up hands.”
The harassment may, in fact, have torn “the old man up
pretty well,” and he died in the house on 68th Street on October 30,
1908 at the age of 84. Cold Storage and
Ice Trade Journal called him “one of the best known ice men on the Hudson River”
and with a possibly intended pun, Refrigerating World said “Mr. Dennett had
many warm friends in the ice business.”
The trade paper added “He was a man of strong character, with a genial
yet forceful disposition; was able to select men adapted to their respective avocations,
was assiduous in attention to his duties, and exacted the same honest consideration
from those in his charge.”
On Wednesday, November 30, 1910 the house was sold at
auction. The buyer held the house for
three years, then it was again sold at auction on February 4, 1913. By now the 34-year old brownstones were not
merely out-of-style, they were decidedly unfashionable. Old rowhouses were being razed or drastically
remodeled as an even wealthier class of residents moved into the neighborhood.
The house at No. 12 East 68th Street was purchased
by 46-year old Richard M. Hurd; but the family would not move in before
substantial changes were made. Hurd
commissioned architect Andrew Jackson Thomas to completely renovate the
Victorian residence. A year later the
transformation was complete—the brownstone duckling had become a neo-Federal
swan.
Thomas removed the brownstone stoop and lowered the entrance
to street level—creating the trendier “American basement plan.” With the stoop gone, he was able to extend
the façade several feet forward to the property line. A dignified rusticated stone base featured
the centered entrance flanked by fluted, engaged Doric columns that supported a prim
iron-railed balcony. At the second floor
three sets of French doors were surmounted by inset, arched marble panels.
The openwork borders of the doors mimic the Greek key design of the frieze above -- photo by Alice Lum |
The architect suggested antiquity by using burned headers in
the Flemish bond brickwork. A charming
marble Juliette balcony graced the third floor and above it all was a dormered
mansard which provided an additional floor.
Richard Hurd was a man of many interests and vocations and
in addition to being Chairman of the Board of the Lawyers Mortgage Company; he
served as a State Prison Commissioner, wrote “Principles of City Land Values,”
and was a member of the American Rights League.
Hurd was vocally opinionated—an attribute
which repeatedly landed his quotations in the newspapers. In a vociferous denouncement of a prison
inspector and simultaneous defense of a prison warden, he told reporters on November
16, 1915: “Dr. Diedling, as a self-appointed investigator, and representing
himself only, has the effrontery to recommend the removal of Warden Osborne and
his indictment on various grounds. In
condensed form, Dr. Diedling charges that Warden Osborne’s methods have
demoralized the discipline of the prison.
If by this it is meant that the old sternly repressive methods under
which men were treated worse than beasts, and under which men went insane in
large numbers, and suicides and attempted suicides were common occurrences,
then the more such discipline is demoralized the better.”
When President Woodrow Wilson appointed a war cabinet in
1918, the outspoken Hurd was quick to react.
Writing to the President from his role as Chairman of the Board of
Trustees of the America Defense Society, he stressed:
“A Cabinet of well-meaning, mediocre gentlemen, who can
handle the routine duties of peace times, cannot in all fairness be expected to
administer the enlarged departments which have to be created to carry on the
war with Germany. Every warring nation
in Europe has seen the necessity of strengthening its Cabinet, and America will
be no exception. The time to begin is
now…Many of the mistakes and failures have been due to incompetence, if not
disloyalty, below the Cabinet, but a stream cannot rise higher than its source,
and the only effective way to get competent subordinates is to have competent heads.”
Later that year, when Supreme Court Justice John H. Clarke
suggested that “the German people shall be invited to share in a just, even in
a generous peace,” and supported the establishment of the League of Nations; Richard
Hurd ignited.
“Are there no moral distinctions between Germany, the red
handed aggressor, and the nations who are giving up their young men to defend
themselves? Are the highwaymen, the
murderers, the rapists and the torturers to be invited in as members in good
standing to any league of nations devoted to such idealistic concepts as the substitution
of ‘conference for strife of justice and peace for cruelty and war’?”
“Germany cannot be trusted,” he went on. “The safety of the world does not lie in
trying to coax Germany to be good, but in taking away her navy and her army and
in imposing economic limitations that will keep her from the materials without
which she cannot go to war.”
A year later the League of Nations not only came into being;
but Hurd’s own American Rights League endorsed it. It was all too much for the dogmatic Richard
M. Hurd to handle. On September 13, 1919
he resigned from the American Rights League.
In stepping down, he got in one last blow.
“I fail to understand how a League formed to uphold American Rights can approve the surrender of American independence and sovereignty urged by Mr. Wilson. I do not believe the world will be benefited or the reign of peace advance by the formation of a superstate to which the various nations will bear a relation similar to that borne by the States of the Union to our Federal Government, this superstate to control the world and to be conducted by small oligarchy of representatives at Geneva.”
“I fail to understand how a League formed to uphold American Rights can approve the surrender of American independence and sovereignty urged by Mr. Wilson. I do not believe the world will be benefited or the reign of peace advance by the formation of a superstate to which the various nations will bear a relation similar to that borne by the States of the Union to our Federal Government, this superstate to control the world and to be conducted by small oligarchy of representatives at Geneva.”
With the war ended and his involvement in the various
national committees over; Richard Hurd and his wife focused on their six growing
children. With four girls in the house,
there would be debutante teas and receptions and, later, engagement events and
weddings to plan.
On May 20, 1922 the Hurds announced the engagement of
daughter Mary to George Francklyn Lawrence, Jr.
It was a socially-advantageous match; although the Lawrence name
consistently outshone the Hurd name in the newspaper reports. The wedding took place in fashionable St. George’s
Church on Stuyvesant Square on November 25, 1922; followed by a reception in
the 68th Street house.
A year later in October it was Eleanor Hurd’s turn to be
engaged and The New York Times noted that she had “made her debut in 1921 and
is a member of the Junior League.” Again
it was not the Hurd name that drew the attention as the newspaper added “She
is a sister of Mars George Francklyn Lawrence, Jr.”
In September 1934 the Hurds leased the house furnished to B.
B. Howard. They kept the house for two
more years; leaving for good in 1936.
No. 12 became home to retired banker William Otis Gay and his
family. Like the Hurds, the Gay family
was large—along with his wife, Annie M. Dumaresq Gay, there were seven grown children
(William Gay was 70 at the time of the purchase). Gay’s brother, Walter, was a noted artist
living in France, whom The New York Times called the “dean of American artists
in Paris.”
The stalwart banker had just retired the year before. He had founded the firm of W. O. Gay &
Co. in the 1890s and when the company dissolved in 1935 he was its senior
partner. An avid yachtsman, he served as
vice commodore of the Eastern Yacht Club at Marblehead, Massachusetts and would
become the first commodore of the Southampton Yacht Club upon its founding in
1937.
The Gay family summered at their estate on First Neck Lane
in Southampton, Long Island; and it was here that William Otis Gay died at the
age of 80 on June 13, 1946.
The handsome house became the Consul General of
Lebanon. It was the scene of high anxiety
when a telephone call at 1:15 in the morning on July 13, 1948 warned of a bomb
in the house. The caller said he
represented the Israeli fighting organization Haganah and said “Your house will
be blown up in fifteen minutes.”
The threat, the fourth such call since November 1947,
brought a crew of policemen who scoured the mansion. “Finding nothing suspicious after a thorough
search, the police departed but left a special detail to be on duty all night,”
reported The New York Times.
Five years later on December 11, 1952, the Secretary to the
Lebanese deligation to the United Nations was publically embarrassed when his
31-year old cousin, Akram Solh, was arrested at Idlewild Airport. A Customs officer grew suspicious of the
unusual depth of Solh’s suitcase and found a false compartment. Inside were 35 packets of heroin, worth about
$50,000 to $100,000 on the illegal market—more in the neighborhood of $850,000
today.
When his bail was set at $10,000, Sohl quickly mentioned
that his cousin was the diplomat. The
Lebanese Secretary, Abdelrahman Sohl, was not so quick to claim close family
ties. “The secretary, who lives at 12 East
Sixty-eighth Street…was not available for comment yesterday,” reported The New
York Times. “A representative of the
Lebanese Delegation, admitted, however, that the men were distant relatives.”
A year later, in 1953, the Lebanese Government sold the
house to Lester Woods who had been living at No. 130 East 65th
Street. Woods announced “plans for
extensive alternations, including installation of an elevator.” As it happened, Woods’ extensive alterations
went far beyond an elevator.
The penthouse that replaced the mansard roof could be kindly described as "unsympathetic." Or more accurately as "offensive." photo by Alice Lum |
The mansard roof was removed and a “conservatory” penthouse
was added—resulting in a six-story structure.
The house was converted to a two-family residence with a doctor’s office
in the basement.
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