No. 46 East 74th Street was one of eleven identical Italianate brownstone rowhouses erected by developer Melville J. Scholle in 1870. Four stories tall above a deep English basement, the handsome house was designed by brothers David and John Jardine. The men would be highly active in the development of the Upper East Side throughout the rest of the century.
The house was first owned by the
Hazelhurst family and it would quickly be the
scene of intense sorrow. Little Charlotte A. Hazlehurst, the eldest daughter of Thomas and Mary, was two years old when the house was built. She died there on February 22, 1873 at the age of five. Friends
and family filed through the crepe-draped door the following Saturday morning
for the little girl’s funeral.
Thirteen years earlier, in March 1860,
British-born Isaac Phillips and Adeline Cohen were married by the bride’s
father, Rev. Hartwig Cohen. Not extremely
long after Charlotte Hazelhurst's death the couple moved into No. 46 East 74th
Street where their family would eventually include eight children. Phillips was a wholesale fur dealer at No. 60
Broadway and was wealthy enough not only to afford a comfortable brownstone;
but to have wedding portraits painted.
The portraits of Adeline Cohen Phillips and Isaac Phillips were painted around the time of their 1860 wedding -- http://www2.lib.unc.edu/apop/thishappyland.html?counter=3 |
By 1877 son Samuel Mendes
Phillips was attending New York City College.
Of his successful siblings, Jacob Campbell Phillips would go on to study
art at the Metropolitan Museum of Art School, the Art Students League, and in
the private studio of William M. Case. Naphtali
Taylor Phillips would later become Deputy Controller of New York City.
Before long the house was home to
the unmarried invalid, Julia Sand, who lived here with her brother. When President James A. Garfield was shot on
July 2, 1881, Julia was overcome with concern for the Vice President, Chester A. Arthur, who lived
in New York near Gramercy Park.
Although the two had never met,
Julia sent encouraging messages to Arthur. One read in part “Disappoint our fears. Force the nation to have faith in you. Show from the first that you have one but the
purest of aims.” Arthur so appreciated
her voluntary counsel that he paid a surprise visit to the house.
According to Candice Millard in
her Destiny of the Republic: A Tale of
Madness, Medicine, and the Murder of a President, “After dinner on August
20, 1882, a highly polished carriage pulled up to the front door of number 46
East Seventy-Fourth Street…Sand was inside, stretched out on the sofa, having ‘disdained
roast beef and scorned peach-pie,’ when she suddenly heard a man talking to her
brother in the front parlor. She was
just ‘wondering who that gentle-voiced Episcopal minister…might be’ when
President Arthur walked into the room.
Arthur would stay for nearly an hour, pleased to finally have a face-to-face
discussion with one of his most trusted advisers.”
When Chester A. Arthur visited Julia Sand the homes along the block were identical copies of one another -- photograph from the collection of the New York Public Library |
Jane Benjamin would not live past
the age of 46. She died in the house on
Sunday, October 24, 1897. Her funeral
was held in the house two days later.
Not long after the expected
period of mourning, George remarried. On
Wednesday June 14, 1899 the Buffalo
Evening News reported that George and his bride, the former Grace Holt
Tremaine, “sail on the 28th for a summer abroad, returning in the
autumn, when they will reside at No. 46 East Seventy-fourth street.”
A socially high-profile event
would take place in the Benjamin parlor on November 7, 1900 when daughter Mary
was married to Henry Huttleston Rogers, Jr., the son of immensely wealthy oil
tycoon. Cherie Burns, in Searching for Beauty: The Life of Millicent
Rogers, says Mark Twain sent a note to Mary that read “Dear Miss Benjamin,
I feel a deep personal interest in this fortunate marriage because I helped to
rear Harry Rogers and make him what he is.”
He joked that he had considered sending her diamonds, but could not find
any fresh ones in this year’s crop.
Twain’s jocular offer of diamonds
would have been superfluous, anyway. The
New York Times reported that Mary wore “a collar of diamonds and pearls, the
gift of H. H. Rogers, Sr., and a diamond pendant, the gift of the bridegroom.”
The following year on May 7 the Benjamin
family sold the 74th Street house to Melville J. Scholle. As it had been previously, the title was put
in the name of Scholle’s wife, Jennie. A
wealthy broker and member of Scholle Brothers, Scholle would also take on the
responsibility of Secretary of the Beth Israel Hospital Dispensary.
By the time the Scholle’s took
possession of the house, the block was undergoing rampant change. New homeowners were razing or remodeling the
old brownstones into up-to-date mansions.
A year earlier the Scholle’s next door neighbors, the Ehrenreiches,
became involved in an ugly court battle when Frank Froment remodeled the house
on the other side, No. 50. Moses and
Hannah Ehrenreich took Froment to court over a matter of 4 inches of party
wall.
It was an object lesson,
apparently, for Melville and Jennie Scholle.
Within a month of purchasing No. 46, the Real Estate Record &
Builders’ Guide noted that the two families had come to an agreement about
their party wall. That having been
settled, Scholle went to work demolishing the old brownstone.
He commissioned Robert D. Kohn to
design a modern home with all the conveniences of an Edwardian residence. Kohn produced a Beaux Arts beauty of red
brick and limestone. The bowed lower
three floors featured a second floor balcony accessed by French doors. Above the large third floor balcony, the
upper two floors could arguably called more English than French, rising to a
dignified classical pediment.
By January 11, 1902 the Record
& Guide announced that the $25,000 structure was “ready for roof.” Ten months later Julius F. Munckwitz, called
by the periodical “the long-established and reliable painter and hardwood
finisher,” had completed the interior work on the mansion.
Jennie Scholle was actively
involved in charities, among her favorites being the Stony Wold Sanatorium. The facility in the Adirondacks was “for the
care of women and children suffering from tuberculosis in the incipient stage,”
according to Health News in February
1915.
By the time the Scholle family
moved into the East 74th Street house the children were growing
up. The family traveled to Berlin during
the summer of 1909 where they visited Melville Scholle’s brother, Gustave, the
Third Secretary of the American Embassy.
Only a matter of months later, in January, the engagement of Mildred to
Joseph Sidenberg was announced. The
wedding took place in March 1910.
When World War I erupted in
Europe, Robert Scholle enlisted with the American Ambulance Corps and in 1918
he was stationed in France. By the time
he returned to New York, the Scholles would be living at No. 55 West 55th
Street.
Early in July 1919 the No. 46 was
sold to Charles Sprague Sargent, Jr. for $100,000—about $1.25 million in today’s
dollars. Sargent had married Dagmar
Wetmore seven years earlier and was a member of the brokerage firm Kidder,
Peabody & Company.
The Sargents would not stay
long in their new home. On November 11,
1922 The Record & Guide reported that another moneyed stock broker, Henry
L. Finch, had purchased the house from Sargent.
Finch was married to Mary Farquhar Baker, the daughter of fabulously
wealthy banker Stephen Baker.
Within the year Mary and Henry
would welcome a fourth son into the family, both in the house in June
1923. The birth did not prevent the
couple from boarding the steamship Paris
on August 11 that year “for a trip abroad,” as reported by The Times. Two months, on October 29, they returned on
the Majestic.
Like Jennie Scholle before her,
Mary Finch had a pet charity. On May 14,
1929 the New York Evening Post described
her as “one of the attractive women in the younger married set who devote a
large part of their time to charity. She is especially interested in the
House of Rest and she is president of the Junior Auxiliary of that
institution. Mrs. Finch, who is an enthusiastic horsewomen, will spend
the summer in Red Bank, N.J.” In fact,
year after year newspapers would report on Mary’s activities in organizing the
annual Butterfly Ball held by the Junior Auxiliary of the House of Rest.
The Finches would remain in the
house through the 1950s as one-by-one the sons married and left home. For several decades beginning in the
mid-1960s it was the Permanent Mission of the Republic of Ivory Coast to the
United Nations.
Today Melville Scholle’s handsome
Beaux Arts mansion is little changed on a block that, for the most part, is an
amazing time capsule of Edwardian mansions.
photos by the author
photos by the author
Sadly the property sits empty and abandoned today. It was sold by the Government of the Ivory Coast for $8 million in 2010 to a British Virgin Islands–based shell company named Townhome Investments Limited, which is itself controlled by another, BVI-based shell company called Americorp Management Limited.
ReplyDeleteNo one knows which Ivory Coast–connected West African warlord/oligarch is the ultimate beneficial owner of the shell companies that now own this little slice of NYC architectural history. Sadly, it has sat unused and collecting dust for a decade now, existing only as a tax shelter; an unfortunate fate for the mansion built 150 years ago that has hosted a president and witnessed a hundred years of social history. By all rights it should be a museum, or at least be stewarded by private owners devoted to its unique history.
The Finches who bought this house in 1922 were my grandparents. My father was the oldest of their four sons, born in 1918. I grew up hearing stories about the house: how their birthday parties were so loud that the next door neighbors, who had a child named Henry James, could hear them through the wall; how the boys' kitten fell out the window of the nursery on the top floor and ran away, but was returned after a story about it ran in the New York Times; and how my grandfather had a firepole installed to slide down into the front hall because he was a volunteer fireman. I would love to see the inside of the house someday.
ReplyDeleteI passed the mansion today and was curious about the history. So sad to read and observe this beautiful structure abandoned and neglected.
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