Emery Roth transformed the old brownstone into a Jazz Age mansion in 1920. |
In 1920 Park Avenue was much-changed. Once a mixed bag of small houses and businesses like butcher shops and groceries; it now saw the rise of modern apartment buildings and mansions. The soot-belching locomotives had years ago been moved below street level, making the avenue acceptable to well-heeled residents.
No. 1145 Park Avenue was a narrow three story brownstone,
just 16 feet wide. By 1898 it was home
to Doctor Jennie E. Gore, a permanent member of the Homoeopathic Medical
Society of the State of New York and a member of the staff of the Hospital of
the New York Medical College and Hospital for Women. Dr. Gore leased the house from another
physician, Dr. James V. S. Wooley, who owned several other properties. Unlike many doctors at the time, she
preferred to operate her medical office not from the house, but at No. 615 East
79th Street (office hours were 11 to 2 “except Sundays’).
On November 5, 1912 The Sun pointed out the feverish buying
and redevelopment of the area around No. 1145 Park Avenue. No. 1215 Park Avenue, “a three-story high
stoop dwelling,” had just been sold, and Mrs. Frederick Bronson purchased the
northeast corner of Park Avenue and 91st Street, abutting No. 1145,
“where she is building two private residences.”
She then acquired and resold No. 1145.
The newspaper said that almost simultaneously “Robert S. Minturn
acquired for the site of two residences, one for himself, the old Ursuline
Convent property at the northwest corner of Ninety-third street and Park
avenue. Last month the sale of the
northeast cor5ner of Park avenue and Ninety-fourth street was reported, and the
purchaser will alter the building, a dwelling of the American basement type for
his own use.”
No. 1145 became home to Horatio N. Gardner. Ignoring the flurry of redevelopment, Gardener seems to have been satisfied
with the Victorian appearance of his old brownstone.
In the meantime silent films had evolved from nickelodeon
attractions to “photo plays” and lavish motion picture theaters were being constructed. The star status of stage actors and actresses
was suddenly being shared by motion picture artists. Far away in Dallas, Texas, young Mae
Elizabeth Hampton longed for the live of a silver screen star.
Despite family reservations (she later told a reporter “but
you should have seen my grandmother! She was a Quakeress and she brought me
up), she traveled to New Orleans where she enrolled in the Sophie Newcomb
School. After she won a newspaper beauty
contest “there were several immediate and flattering offers to act in the
silent drama,” reported the New-York Tribune several years later. But Hampton (she took the name Hope for
professional purposes) held out. “Miss
Hampton, conscious of her own limitations, realized wisely that without
experience, as she was, her career on the screen would be disappointingly
brief.”
Hope Hampton relocated to New York City, the epicenter of
the film industry, and enrolled in Sargent’s Drama School—a two year
course. After a single year, in 1919,
the faculty graduated her, feeling “she had made herself ready.”
Part of the graduation process was an “annual presentation
of the dramatic talent of the school.” Forty-eight-year
old Jules E. Brulatour was in the audience that year and Hope Hampton caught
his attention. Brulatour was, as
described by the New-York Tribune, “one of the deans of the motion picture
industry.” Hope Hampton was on the way
to stardom.
The silent screen star would become famous for her wardrobe -- photo from the collection of the Library of Congress. |
While the 21-year old actress’s dreams were beginning to
come true, Horatio N. Gardener’s were crashing. On August 29, 1918 The Sun had reported on
his petition of voluntary bankruptcy. In
September 1920 his old brownstone house on Park Avenue was purchased by Holborn
Realty Co. and a month later the New-York Tribune reported that the firm was
“reconstructing the house into a whitestone American basement dwelling.”
As Park Avenue was being transformed into an upscale, modern
thoroughfare, Holborn Realty had commissioned esteemed architect Emery Roth
give the house a total make-over. The
result was a dignified four-story mansion with one expansive window at
each of the upper levels. Roth
introduced the 19th century building to the Roaring Twenties with
straight lines, sparse ornamentation and up-to-the-minute interiors.
No. 1145 is third from right in this 1929 photograph. Only one unaltered brownstone remains on the block. from the collection of the New York Public Library. |
As the house was being completed, the Texas girl who longed
for fame and fortune was on a whirlwind ride.
On March 14, 1920 the New-York Tribune had reported “her very first picture, ‘A Modern
Salome,’ has been completed only recently and Miss Hampton herself has just
returned from a two months’ trip to England, France and Italy.”
Jules Brulatour had no intention of letting her rise lose
momentum. “The production of a second
picture waits only on the discovery of a story that both Mr. Brulatour and Miss
Hampton consider suitable,” wrote the New-York Tribune. The newspaper noted “the difficulty of the
search, a difficulty caused by the demands of both.” As she had earlier proved, Hope Hampton was
not simply a pretty face. “For Miss
Hampton knows full well that she is at the mere beginning of her screen career;
it is for this reason that she is so concerned with the future and so careless
of the past.”
The explosive success of Hope Hampton appeared obvious when the
New-York Tribune ran the headline “Hope Hampton, Actress, Buys Home on Park Avenue”
on October 23, 1921. The $20,000
mortgage would translate to about $260,000 today. Decades later The New York Times would reveal that the house was a gift from her manager, Jules Brulatour.
Hope Hampton may have been new to the silent screen, but she
was quick to absorb the flashy lifestyle of 1920s stars. The New York Times later described the décor
of her new 10-room home. “Its interior
is almost completely covered with mirrors.
The furniture and decorations are French, of the Louis XV period. The floors and the winding banisters, are
covered with English leopard-spotted carpeting.”
Not content with merely acting, the silent screen star turned
to song as well. She began studying
operatic singing under Isadore Luckstone, with some success. Four months before the purchase of her Park
Avenue mansion, the New-York Tribune reported “Miss Hampton has a beautiful
soprano voice which is quite wasted in the silent drama, as it is heard only
when she makes personal appearances.
Alf. T. Wilton heard her sing the ‘Ave Maria’ on such an occasion and
has ever since been trying to persuade Miss Hampton to remain silent no longer.” Wilton gave her a “flattering vaudeville
offer” which she refused.
Nevertheless, Harriette Underhill, the New-York Tribune’s
version of Hedda Hopper, reported on July 9, 1922 that Luckstone “tells her
that if she studies hard perhaps in four or five years she might try for grand
opera.” Until that day, the aggressive
and ambitious actress worked on her command of foreign languages.
“As soon as I began to sing I realized that I never could
amount to anything unless I knew some of the languages, so I started with
Italian, and now I’m studying French, too.
It is as easy to learn two as one while you are about it,” she told
Underhill.
The beautiful Hope Hampton broke the hearts of men worldwide
who sat in the darkened theaters and watched her on screen. The Evening World said on September 13, 1921
that every ship that pulled into New York Harbor “brings her a number of ‘mash
notes.’” The newspaper copied one, from
the Philippines, for its readers:
Dear Madame: I am in
great pleasure when this reaches you. I
can tell you I have seen you in the movies and was moved by a strong heartfull
of desire to be your acquaintanceship.
In delight I would have a fine picture of you and am I not very
bold? But there is no blame in it when
one is so pretty good like you—Andrea Crispina.
Sadly for Crispina and the other “mash note” writers, Hope
already had a love interest—none other than her manager, Jules E.
Brulatour. Falling in love with Brulatour was a risk for
the young woman. The New York Times
tried to untangle his romantic history for its readers on November 8, 1923.
“Under the terms of a preliminary separation agreement with
his first wife in 1915, she was to receive $20,000 a year. In April of that year the first Mrs.
Brulatour made an application in the Supreme Court to compel her husband to
insure his life for $65,000 in her favor.
Mr. Brulatour delayed insuring himself, and while he was still fighting
the pressure brought against him he was sued by Mrs. Julia Smith for $20,000
for injuries received when she was hit by Mr. Brulatour’s automobile. When the damage action came up in court
testimony revealed the fact that at the time of the accident Mr. Brulatour’s
car was being drive by Miss Dorothy Gibson, who was then studying for the
operatic stage. Miss Gibson was one of
the Titanic survivors, and she became Mr. Brulatour’s second wife, a divorce
having been obtained on incompatible grounds in the Kentucky courts. The second Mrs. Brulatour attained fame as
the original ‘Harrison Fisher Girl.’ She
later became a motion picture actress.”
Dorothy Gibson Brulatour filed for divorce in August 1919,
asking for $48,000 alimony. That was the
same year that Jule Brulatour sat in the audience of the Sargent Drama School
presentation and first saw the 19-year old Hope Hampton.
Now, on November 8, 1923 friends of Brulatour and Hampton
were shocked to find out that they had been married for three months. The secret ceremony took place in Baltimore
on August 22, 1923. Hope had stayed in
her Park Avenue house, while her new husband officially remained in his
residence, No. 1207 Park Avenue about three blocks north.
Hope and Jules pose before a shiny new automobile in 1922 -- photograph from the collection of the Library of Congress |
Brulatour explained the ruse saying “We kept it dark just
because we wanted to be a little different.
We thought we would reveal it in one year, but it became known, you
see. We imagined that it would be rather
original for a well-known motion picture actress not to make known the fact
that she had been married.”
At the time, Hope’s latest film The Gold Diggers, “in which
she made her most successful screen effort,” according to The Times, had just
come out.
Now that the marriage was public knowledge, the pair moved
into Hope’s mansion. While the actors
and actresses followed the movie industry to Hollywood, they preferred New
York.
The year 1927 turned out to be a litigious one for the
couple. It began on December 20, 1926
when Hope, like a true 1920s movie star, emerged on the street with her Russian
wolfhound in tow. According to Fred Palmer, the dog “attacked
him and bit him on the right cheek.”
Hope was in court on March 9 answering his charges of “permanent
injuries and disfigurement.” He wanted
$3,000 in damages.
Later that year Brulatour’s film My Princess premiered. Produced by Alfred E. Aarons, it starred Hope
Hampton and poked gentle fun at the opera business. Their mistake was to use the actual name of
Italian tenor Guido Ciccolini in the dialogue.
Ciccolini’s wife sat in the audience one evening “and heard
her husband’s name used to describe a roustabout singer, who was called ‘you
big wop’ by the actress and who in one scene tried to attack Miss Hampton,”
reported The New York Times on December 20, 1927. The tenor sued all three—Brulatour, Aarons
and Hampton. Although Justice Cotillo
decided in their favor, he lambasted them for their “shockingly bad taste.”
It was not long after this that Hope essentially retired
from the film business; no doubt prompted in part by her blossoming operatic
career. In 1928 she opened with the
Philadelphia Grand Opera Company in Massenet’s Manon; and the following year on
May 25 sailed from New York on the Leviathan headed to Paris “to begin a season
with the Opera Comique,” reported The New York Times. The newspaper added “She said she would sing
the leading roles in ‘Manon’ and ‘La Boheme.’
After Paris, Miss Hampton will be in concert at Deauville and Cannes.”
By 1939 both Hampton and her husband were, for all purposes,
retired. They nevertheless remained a
larger-than-life couple and newspapers nationwide covered the mysterious
shooting of Jules E. Brulatour in the Park Avenue mansion on January 22, 1939.
Shortly before 11 p.m. that Sunday, one of the maids “ran
screaming” into a nearby drugstore. According
to the clerk, David Fine, she frantically told him that “Brulatour fell and cut
himself.” When Dr. Carl Theobald arrived
at the house, he found Brulatour with a bloody towel wrapped around his head.
The wounded man was taken to Lenox Hill Hospital where he
was treated for a “wound and a nick on the ear made by the bullet that lodged
under the skin of his neck,” as reported by The Times several days later. The police did not find out about the
shooting until two days after the incident.
On Thursday, January 26 The Chicago Daily Tribune reported “Brulatour,
who made millions in the sale of film to movie companies, was arrested in bed in
Lenox Hill hospital this afternoon on a felony charge of possessing a loaded
gun. After he was fingerprinted and
posted $530 bond, a patrolman left his bedside.” The newspaper
said “Hope Hampton, actress and singer, frustrated police and prosecutors today
in their feverish attempts to rip the veil of mystery from the shooting of her
wealthy husband” and she “flatly refused to testify before the grand jury under
a waiver of immunity.”
Joining Hope in the grand jury room were three maids, a
chauffeur and her lawyer. Brulatour
deepened the mystery by telling detectives he had two guns, but “I destroyed
them—also the bullet.” Then he
contradicted himself saying, according to Assistant Chief Inspector Francis J.
Kear “he had locked the guns in a vault and would produce them later.”
In the end Jules Brulatour pleaded not guilty to the
misdemeanor charge of possessing a weapon without a license and before long the
public had forgotten about the entire murky incident.
While her aging husband appeared in public attired in non-descript
tan suits and fedoras, Hope Hampton was ever the silent screen star years after
her last picture. Tagged by Walter
Winchell “the duchess of Park Avenue” she was later described by actor George
Hamilton in his 2008 autobiography Don’t Mind If I Do, as “a sophisticated Mae
West.”
The couple attended every opening night, either at the
theater or the opera, and Hope was always draped in sequins, jewels and
furs. The New York Times would later
mention that with the opening season after their marriage “Mr. and Mrs.
Brulatour began their custom of regular attendance at opening night
performances on Broadway.” Drama critic
Burton Rascoe described them as “models of manners for playgoers…they
were always in their seats five or ten minutes before the curtain goes up. They never rattle their programs or converse
while a play is in progress. They do not
light cigarettes while going up the aisles.
They come to a show to see the show and not to be seen. They usually speak French in the lobby, but
in a low tone.”
The appearance of Hope Hampton was expected and gossip
columnists and movie magazine journalists waited to get a glimpse of her dazzling
ensembles.
The couple was routed from their home on December 20, 1942
when fire broke out in Schmidt’s Pharmacy on the ground floor of No. 1143 Park
Avenue next door. The flames spread
upward through the walls and into the rafters of the Brulatour mansion. Smoke filled the house and the pair was
forced to spend the evening at the nearby home of columnist Arthur (Bugs)
Baer. Brulatour called the damage the
following day “considerable.”
After an illness of several weeks, Jules E. Brulatour died
in Mount Sinai Hospital on October 26, 1946 at the age of 85. His more than $2 million estate was divided
among Hope, and Brulatour’s three children (one of which, Yvonne Brulatour,
lived in the Park Avenue home).
In 1951 Hope, now 53 years old, was concerned about the Cold
War. She began construction on a country
house in Greenwich, Connecticut to, as she explained, “get away from a possible
atomic bombing.” On the weekend of
April 14, she left New York to inspect the ranch-type house with her lawyer,
Sinclair Robinson.
Hope’s butler, 41-year old Charles Joseph Mourey had left
the house Saturday night. A gay man, Hope Hampton would later describe
him, according to the 1998 book Contemporary Perspectives on Serial Murder, as
preferring “frisky young men.” When he
returned to the house around 3:30 Sunday morning, he found the front door open
and a light on in Hope’s third floor bedroom.
Opening her door, he found the room ransacked. Hope had most of her jewelry in a small
safe, about 15 inches square, that weighed around 150 pounds. The burglars walked out of the house with the
safe. The New York Times said “The
gems, which had added luster to numerous social events and theatrical first
nights, were valued at $300,000. They
were not insured.”
Hope was upset to find that other items were missing as
well. Included were her $15,000 silver
blue milk coat and $15,000 in cash. She
estimated that 40 pieces of jewelry were gone, including “four diamond-and-emerald
bracelets valued altogether at $90,000; two diamond clips worth $50,000;
diamond earrings worth $15,000, and other assorted pendants, rings, necklaces
and gems.” In reporting on the robbery
The Times mentioned that the house “is one of the showplaces of the area.”
Although the three thugs who committed the burglary were
arrested in October, none of the loot was recovered. Although the amount of the loss was lowered
to $150,000 after a careful inventory; that amount would still translate to
about $1.35 million today.
Hope Hampton and her staff were grief-stricken in 1960. Long-time butler Charles Mourney, who had
discovered the burglary nine years earlier, left for vacation in Miami in
August. A week after his arrival, on
August 10, six gunshots were heard on North Biscayne River Drive. Police arriving at the scene found Mourney
dead on the dirt road.
Evidence pointed to a struggle before the butler was hit
with three .22 caliber bullets. It would
be 26 years before the murderer was sentenced to 10 years in prison
The flamboyant former film star continued making her
dramatic lobby appearances at the opera and the theater even as she grew
older. Her good friend and companion Tony Carlyle later told reporters “They would hold the curtain until she arrived, and wherever
she went she would be in the newsreels that night or the papers the next day,
especially in the 60s.” She was unafraid
to appear at nightclubs as well and haunted the Peppermint Lounge where the
dance The Twist was born. In 1962, at
the age of 64, she was named Miss Twist at the club.
In 1977 she showed up at a gala benefit “swathed in a
floor-length chinchilla coat, complete with train,” said Joyce Purnick of The
New York Times later. The following year
a reporter approached her on opening night of the Metropolitan Opera. She was wearing a “black broadtail with a
black mink collar” and he asked “What happened to the chinchilla?”
Hope Hampton casually explained “I wore it last year. It would be repetitious.”
Joyce Purnick said of her “Hope Hampton loved all that
glittered, and would display her sparkling wares—diamonds and emeralds to
offset the sequins—everywhere.” But
opening night at the Metropolitan Opera in 1978 would be the last time the
opera crowd would be dazzled by her presence.
That night she spotted a young woman in “dungarees.” Dashed, she told her escort “Glamour is
finished, I don’t want my picture in the papers next to a girl with jeans on.” It was the last Metropolitan Opera opening
night attended by Hope Hampton.
On Saturday, January 23, 1982, 84-year old Hope Hampton
suffered a fatal heart attack. The
Eugene Oregon Register-Guard noted that she had appeared in 28 silent
films. “She also appeared in ‘Road to
Reno,’ a talkie with Randolph Scott and in several movies with then child star
Milton Berle.”
Upon her death Tony Carlyle said “She was the first lady to
be photographed with Norell dresses. She
had one of the greatest collections of Norell gowns.
I just hope something is done with the clothes. She would have liked that.”
Indeed, Hope Hampton would have approved of what happened to
her wardrobe. On March 26, 1983 a
four-day auction was held at the prestigious William Doyle Galleries. The auction house announced the auction of “The
fabulous fashions of Hope Hampton, ‘The Duchess of Park Avenue.” The announcement mentioned “from the 60s:
Gowns by Norell, sequined jackets, evening dresses, coats, furs, capes—about 100
lots in all.”
The current interiors are a bit toned-down from Hope Hampton's leopard and mirror decors. photohttp://streeteasy.com/sale/1130740-townhouse-1145-park-avenue-carnegie-hill-new-york |
Hope Hampton’s Park Avenue mansion remained a single family
house—reportedly one of only two on the avenue. When it came on the market in 2013 (without
the mirrors and leopard skin carpeting), it was listed for $18.9 million.
non-credited photographs taken by the author
many thanks to reader "Heather" for suggesting this post
non-credited photographs taken by the author
many thanks to reader "Heather" for suggesting this post
For those of you interested, the leopard and mirror decor was supplied to Hope Hampton by Elsie De Wolf and there are extensive views of the interior of the house in all it's De Wolf lux in Penny Sparks book, Elsie de Wolf: the Birth of Modern Interior Decoration.
ReplyDeleteA brief walk down memory lane to your Jan 31st post on 42-48 East 20th Street: I just received my copy of the 1888 Mott plumbing catalog reprint. Pretty much every bathroom in the catalog is illustrated with a small tub identical to the one in the Pierce ad in your post. The Mott catalog describes it as a "seat bath"- which I was able to determine on line. The text of the catalog describes the seat bath as a useful addition to any bathroom and adds that it is also versatile as it can serve as a foot bath. The catalog illustrates "children's baths" and straight "foot baths" as well, but none of these has the raised back that is ubiquitous to the "seat baths" illustrated. My knees hurt just contemplating lowering myself into the damn thing. No wonder it went the way of the Dodo bird.
What a fascinating woman she was. Tom, thank you for writing such a lovely and informative article.
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