The entrance stretches nearly two stories tall. |
As the turn of the last century approached, Greenwich
Village was no longer the sleepy hamlet it had been 75 years earlier. The bustling riverfront and the many small
industries of the Village’s western sections attracted working class
families into the area. In the last
decades of the 19th century many of the small brick homes were
demolished to make way for tenement houses.
As West 4th Street changed, Ephraim Howe remained
in his handsome home at No. 228 West 4th Street. Howe was a direct descendant of John Howe who
arrived in America on the Mayflower. He had made a substantial fortune in the
distillery business and was a prominent member of the Produce Exchange. Resisting the changes in his neighborhood, he
lived on in his refined home until April 8, 1896 when he died there at the age
of 85. Ephraim Howe’s considerable
estate was reflected in his gift of $40,000 to Tufts College for the erection
of a new building. That single bequest
would amount to about $1.14 million today.
Ephraim Howe died at No 228 W. 4th Street in 1886 -- New-York Tribune, April 18, 1896 (copyright expired) |
On September 16, 1899 The Sun reported that the estate of
Ephriam Howe had sold “the old building” at No. 228 West 4th Street “to
a builder.” That builder was the Herter
family, which not only operated the Herter Realty Company; but the
architectural firm of P. Herter & Son as well. Peter J. Herter designed a five-story brick
and stone tenement to replace Howe’s venerable home. In doing so, Herter produced his own take on
the Romanesque Revival style.
Classical panels, intricate capitals, contrasting brick, and grinning keystones were some of the dizzying array of decorative elements fighting for attention. |
The carved birds which once supported miniature balconies now uphold a fire escape. |
But most remarkable were the fanciful mascarons that Herter
lavished on the façade. The bearded faces
appeared as laughing or grimacing keystones, as heavy supports to the
triangular piers that extended upward along the sides, and as cartwheeling ornaments
over the doorway. P. J. Herter’s quirky design
style may not have earned him any awards; but it was doubtlessly a successful
marketing scheme. The over-the-top,
somewhat flashy ornamentation was just the thing to attract the blue collar
type residents whom the builders targeted.
The building was completed late in 1900 and in January 1901
Peter J. Herter leased it to Anna Fahrenholz for two years at $4,000. When the lease was up, the Herters sold the
building. It was purchased three years
later, in April 1906, by well-known real estate operator Joseph L. Buttenwieser.
By the time Buttenwieser bought No. 228, Greenwich Village
had become the center of Manhattan’s bohemian community. Artists, musicians, poets and authors were lured
to its winding, charismatic streets.
Among the creative residents of No. 228 in 1910 was Genevieve Almeda
Cowles. Born in 1871 she had an
equally-artistic twin sister, Maude.
Genevieve was a well-rounded artist who specialized in mural decoration
and stained glass windows.
The Cowles sisters worked together on illustrating The House of the Seven Gables in 1897 (copyright expired) |
Although successful in her own right, Genevieve was best known
for her cooperative work with her sister.
The women illustrated many books and stories, like the 1899 edition of The House of the Seven Gables, and
designed the striking windows in the Honor Room of Grace Church on Broadway.
Genevieve Cowles created this illustration around the turn of the last century -- Scribner's Magazine, copyright expired |
A resident with a no-so-artistic bent was George S.
Vredenberg. The fire adjuster’s clerk
was living here on February 4, 1912 when he found himself in trouble. A few hours after a blaze was extinguished in
the millinery factory building at No. 636 Broadway, a second fire erupted. Firemen rushed back to the location to put
out this fire, which raised the suspicions of investigators.
“Chief Kenlon had a suspicion that the second fire was
caused by a cigarette or cigar dropped carelessly by some one of the people who
trailed into a building in the wake of a fire,” reported The New York Times the
following day. The chief interrogated
one man, whom he found standing around with a cigar in his mouth. It was pointed out to the chief that the
cigar was not lighted.
The Times said that the matter would have probably been
dropped had not George S. Vredenberg walked in.
“According to Chief Kenlon, the young man had a cigar in his mouth, and
it was lighted. The Chief turned to
Sergt. Pierce, who was standing near by, and ordered the arrest of Vredenberg.”
The fire adjuster’s clerk was charged “with carrying a
lighted cigar into a building in which were both people and a vast amount of
highly inflammable material.”
Some of the residents in the building were financially
comfortable; as was Jesse G. Velie, a silk merchant who lived here in
1914. Velie was the senior member of the
firm Velie & Reiner and was also associated with the Anchor Mills of
Paterson, New Jersey. That year Jesse
Velie found himself a member of the jury in the notorious Charles Becker murder
trial. Becker was a vice-detective who
had arranged the murder of Herman Rosenthal, an underworld figure who got in
the way of Becker’s system of receiving pay-offs.
In the first decades of the 20th century
Greenwich Village was famous for its tearooms—intimate, candle-lit spaces,
often below ground, where artists and uptown “slummers” gathered. Resident Herbert Lyson owned one such
tearoom, located nearby at No. 163 West 4th Street. The problem for Lyson on New Year’s Eve 1922
was that he was not serving only tea. He
was serving alcohol.
Prohibition agents raided the tearoom that night, arresting
four patrons and Herbert Lyson. The men
were held on $500 bail—nearly $7,000 in today’s dollars.
A few months after Lyson’s embarrassment, Joseph
Buttenwieser sold the building for a handsome $80,000.
In December 1933 Prohibition was repealed—a decade too late
for Herbert Lyson. The street level
space at No. 228 West 4th Street immediately became home to a
bar. Some policemen would have trouble
adjusting to the change.
At 4:34 a.m. on July 13, 1934 plainclothes officer Richard
Tilson walked into the bar. He promptly
arrested 39-year old bartender Joseph Spina for “having sold him two drinks”
after hours. The judge released Spina
and chided the officer.
“Prohibition is over.
When you have a violation of the liquor laws you can’t just bring in any
one who is working in the place. You’ve
got to bring in the proprietor.”
Prohibition was over but the days of Socialist and Communist
radicalism were not. The Government kept
an eye on Rafael Reyes who lived in the building for about a decade, starting
around 1936. His name appeared regularly
on the published list of “Names and Addresses of the Voters for the Communist
Party.”
As the West 4th Street-Christopher Street area
lured tourists and shoppers at mid-century, the former bar at No. 228 became a
trendy shop. In the 1950s it was home to
Bon Bazar which sold contemporary home furnishings like fiberglass lampshades
and mosaic-topped tables.
Through the 1960s and early ‘70s Amron Gallery operated in
the store space. The unusual gallery
offered American Indian and Eskimo crafts.
In March 1969 the gallery offered an even more surprising item—Eskimo appetizers.
On March 10, 1969 The New York Times reported on the
introductory reception. “Close to 300 people
squeezed into the Amron Gallery…and around the 55-gallon tank of goldfish
yesterday afternoon to preview a new collection of Eskimo sculpture, prints,
toys and artifacts and to nibble on whale meat in Spanish sauce, Arctic char,
and marinated muktuk in mustard sauce…Gallery guests ate whale meat in sea food
sauce, too, as they browsed among Eskimo caribou antler carvings and soapstone
sculptures.”
By the 1990s the gallery had given way to Jack the Ripper
Pub, a horror-themed restaurant; and more recently a more traditional eatery,
Wilfie & Nell took over. In the
meantime, Peter Herter’s fantastic tenement façade remains almost
unchanged. A discouraging but necessary
fire escape veils the exaggerated detailing; but the whimsical façade is worth
a pause in an attempt to absorb it all.
photos by the author
photos by the author
Very cool post! I have been inside of Wilfie more times than I can recall, but I never bothered to look up. I am a big fan of the bearded faces
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