photo by Alice Lum |
By the last decades of the 19th century few
traces of the once-residential neighborhood around Mercer and Spring Streets
remained. The two- and three-story brick
homes built in the 1830s had mostly been replaced by the large industrial lofts
that would earn the area the nickname the Cast Iron District a century later.
At the southwest corner of Mercer and Spring Streets in 1883
six small buildings held out. But they
would not last much longer. On March 31,
1883 the Real Estate Record & Builders’ Guide reported that David Taggart
had leased Nos. 95 and 97 Mercer Street and the adjoining homes around the
corner at Nos. 106, 108, 110 and 112 Spring Street .
Taggart’s aggressive control of the large chunk of valuable real
estate was a signal of changes to come.
James S. Watkins was one of the property owners, and Elizabeth Watkins
was named in another of the leases as “life tenant.” It is probable that Taggart now was engaged
in a waiting game.
In 1895 the six houses were demolished and construction
began on a impressive store and loft building.
Designed by G. A. Schellinger, who had been busy in the past years
designing a range of structures from tenements and factory buildings to high-end
apartment houses in the Upper West Side, it would stand out among the cast iron
fronted buildings in the area. The
architect chose brick, stone and terra cotta to produce a factory building that
would have been equally at home among the high-end stores of Broadway or Sixth
Avenue.
The retail space at street level featured vast shop windows
made possible by their cast iron frames.
Schellinger dispensed with ornamentation along either the rusticated stone
base or at the second story (which he striped with bands of pale yellow brick and
stone). Above the egg-and-dart cornice,
however, he let loose.
The third through fifth floors were marked by soaring
three-story piers that created the appearance of grand arched openings. Between each set of three grouped arches,
massive Baroque ornaments dripped from the cornice. The cartouches of these were repeated in the
cast iron spandrel panels between floors.
Above it all, a deep cast iron frieze below the bracketed cornice
crowned the structure.
Engaged brick columns uphold the entablature of the top floor. photo by Alice Lum |
One tenant, however, had other problems on his mind. Benjamin B. Tilt was a wealthy silk
manufacturer who lived at the enviable address of No. 5 East 67th
Street. He was the proud owner of “a
French racing machine,” as described by The Times; and on Friday night, three days before the strike began,
he took stock broker Frank W. Duryea for a ride.
Before the night was over they would have a third passenger—albeit
an unwilling one. As Tilt drove south on
Seventh Avenue at 135th Street “at a tremendous speed,” according to
The New York Times, mounted Policeman Neal tried to stop them.
“Neither headlight was burning, he said, but the men were
sounding the horn incessantly. He called
to them to stop. The paid no attention,
but at One Hundred and Twenty-ninth Street they slowed up and the policeman
jumped in between them and told them to come along to the West One Hundred and
Twenty-fifth Street Station as his prisoners.”
Instead, one of the men said “Let’s give the cop a ride.” Tilt tore down Eighth Avenue at full
speed. When the officer tried to grab
the controls, he was warned to stop “or he would blow the machine up, and all
its passengers along with it.” So the
policeman sat between the men, blowing his whistle non-stop until finally he
pleaded “Stop this damned machine and I’ll let you go!”
The two men were laughing as Tilt turned off the power and
applied the brakes. It did not stop for
a full block; at which point five policemen leaped into the car. “Two of them remained in it with Neal, and
then the machine traveled docilely enough to the station house,” said The
Times.
Benjamin Tilt was held on $500 awaiting trial (astonishingly,
about $13,000 today). The speed-addicted
silk dealer was unaffected by the incident, however. “The two men left court together, saying that
now they would make a trip to West Point, and would run the machine in faster
time than that they were making when they were arrested,” reported the
newspaper.
photo by Alice Lum |
Other tenants in the building at the time were wholesale silk
dealers Greff & Co., and the Phoenix Silk Manufacturing Company. Phoenix, which would stay on in the building
for years, had factories in Paterson, New Jersey, and Allentown and Pottsville,
Pennsylvania. The firm advertised “ribbons,
dress silks, lining silks, and tie silks.”
By the time of the Great Depression, the silk district had
moved northward. The SoHo neighborhood
filled with a variety of small manufacturers, like the George L. Robbins
Company which took space here. Hard
times prompted robberies and burglaries and the firm would become a target in
August 1931.
On August 11 The New York Times reported “Six robbers cowed
a secretary and a bookkeeper in the office of the George L. Robbins Company,
leather novelty manufacturers...about 4 o’clock yesterday afternoon and escaped
with a payroll of $465 lying in a pasteboard box on a radiator.”
The hodge-podge of tenants at mid-century included Sel-Fast
Undergarments, Dunrite Products, Inc., and the Industrial Drug Supply which
stayed on for at least a decade.
As the 21st century neared, SoHo was
rediscovered. Artists took over the
sun-flooded factory lofts, and galleries renovated the street level retail
spaces. In 1980 the building was
converted to “joint living and working quarters for artists in residence” on
the upper floors and the Art et Industrie gallery found its home here through
the 1980s. It was replaced in the 1990s by
the Jacques Carcanagues gallery.
Today SoHo is a vibrant mix of galleries, restaurants and
shops. In 2005 Burton Snowboards took
over the first floor of No. 95 Mercer Street selling boards
and related gear like goggles, boots, helmets, and outerwear. An innovative refrigerated cold room affords
customers the ability to test how well the clothes protect against frigid
winter temperatures.
Except for a 20th century fire
escape on the Mercer Street façade (including the bite it took out of the cast
cornice), G. A. Schellinger’s dignified factory and office building
survives almost entirely unchanged.
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