The original oak-and-glass entrance doors survive -- photo by Sean Khoursandi |
By the last decade of the 19th century the concept of upscale apartment living had shed the stigma of the tenement. To differentiate between the two, buildings constructed to house middle- or upper-class tenants were termed “flats.” Financially comfortable families on Manhattan’s East Side were a bit tenuous about giving up their private homes for apartment living. Those on the Upper West Side embraced the idea with relish.
In many cases, rows of private homes on the Upper West Side’s
streets and avenues, constructed in the 1880s, were being demolished within a
decade to be replaced by apartment buildings.
Edison Monthly explained the trend saying “The aim seems to be to
relieve the heads of a family of all of the plebeian details incident to the
conducting of an elaborate household with its lavish entertaining.”
In 1895 developers Adler & Co. set the architectural
firm of Neville & Bagge to work on designing two apartment buildings for
upper-middle income families at Nos. 167 and 169 West 80th Street. The fledgling firm formed by Thomas P. Neville and George A. Bagge was only three years
old. Like so many of the architects working in the
Upper West Side at the time, they tossed historic purity aside in favor of
eye-catching design.
The two near-twin buildings were completed in 1896; a
marriage of Romanesque Revival and Renaissance Revival, with a splattering of
Beaux Arts. The decoration of the
stone bases had no doubt kept stone carvers busy for months producing the
elaborate entrance surrounds, foliate bandcourses and portrait keystones. Above, four floors of beige brick was set
off with carved stone spandrel panels and elaborate fruit-and-flower garlands
above the uppermost openings. No. 169
was one-third narrower than its bigger brother next door.
No. 167, which still retains its cornice, was two-thirds the width of its sister building -- photo by Sean Khorsandi |
Alice would regret going against their good counsel.
The handsome stage star was also a brute -- photograph from the collection of the Library of Congress |
The Times described her as “a handsome young woman, tall and
straight, with reddish brown hair, parted in the middle, and combed back in
heavy waves.” She and Ratcliffe had a
rocky marriage from the start; but on Saturday June 12, 1897 things turned
violent.
Months later, in court, Alice testified that when Radcliffe
came home that afternoon he found that the fish that was intended for Sunday
dinner “had been left on the dumbwaiter.
He rushed at me and struck me with his closed fist, and knocked me up
against the chandelier on the wall with such force as to bend the
chandelier. I had gashes in my head in two
places.”
Radcliffe left the apartment on his bicycle, returning in
time for dinner. He held their daughter,
Virginia, on his knee and “was talking all the time about the fish being
ruined.” When he told Alice to sit down
and eat, she balked.
“I refuse to sit down.
I’ve stood enough of your vile talk.”
It was bad enough for the actor that his wife’s neglect was
responsible for the spoiled fish; but now her back-talk set him over the edge.
“Then he grabbed me by the throat and forced me down into a
chair. He handed the child to the
servant girl. I got up and asked the
girl if the baby was hurt. He cried, ‘Let
me get at her,’ and struck me in the face as hard as he could. He knocked me down, and I screamed ‘Murder!
Help!’”
According to Alice’s testimony, as she attempted to get up
from the floor, he knocked her down again and stamped on her with one foot “as
hard as he could.” Then, “As I got to my
knees he grabbed me by the hair and tried to dash my head against the
floor. Finally he let me go and went
away.”
A journalist for The New York Times remarked on Alice
Radcliffe’s composure during testimony. “It
was feared that she would break down or lose control of herself, but instead
she told her story clearly and unfalteringly from beginning to end.”
Radcliffe’s attorney focused on E. J. Ratcliffe’s dutiful providing
for his family. “You had money, didn’t
you,” he asked Alice. “You didn’t live
on air, did you?”
Not intimidated, Alice replied “We were
supposed to most of the time.”
When the trial adjourned on the afternoon of December 14,
1897, Judge Newburger shocked many by ordering Ratcliffe to be held in the Tombs. None was apparently more shocked than the defendant
himself.
“Ratcliffe smiled sarcastically as one of the court officers
took him in charge, but it was easy to see that he was not only surprised, but
much cast down by the Judge’s order,” reported The Times.
In an interview shortly after the incident, Ratcliffe denied
the charges. “He admitted that he had
some unpleasant words with his wife on June 12, because she had neglected
certain things, but said that he did not strike her. He said that he left the house in a fit of
anger, and staid away all night. When he
came back in the morning prepared to forgive his wife, she had gone to her
father’s, leaving the gas burning. He
sent a note to her, but she would not answer.”
The actor’s bail prior to the trial was a significant $5,000—around
$145,000 today.
After Edward J. Ratcliffe was sent to the penitentiary for
the assault on Alice, the case became even more twisted. As evidence in the divorce case of Alice was
being heard, another wife appeared. Caroline
Ratcliffe had married him in England on August 19, 1883. Thomas C. Kinney, who heard Alice’s case,
told reporters that he found “that at the time he married her he already had a
wife who was living and from whom he had not been divorced.” Kinney had sage advice for Caroline. “He recommends a divorce,” said The New York
Times on March 9, 1898.
Elaborate carving was just one elements that raised the buildings above tenements -- photo by Sean Khoursandi |
Few of the residents of No. 169 were as notorious. At the turn of the century Police Captain
Creamer and his family lived here. On
December 15, 1901 he was riding on 75th Street in a pony cart with
his 12-year old son, Frank, at the reins. Drivers of horse-drawn vehicles needed to
take extra precautions when crossing the avenues because of the electric street
cars that ran down the center.
The following day The Times reported “Young Creamer was
driving the pony cart through Seventy-fifth Street and was just crossing the
tracks when the car came speeding along.
Before the motorman had time to stop the car it crashed into the cart,
knocking it over and throwing its occupants out on the pavement.”
The newspaper called their injuries “severe;” however the
Captain and his son went home in a cab before the ambulance arrived. There “their injuries were dressed by their
family physician.”
Also in the building at the time were Thomas W. Parker, an “executive
stenographer” in the Mayor’s Office who earned $1,500 a year in 1903 (around
$41,000 today), and Evan Lord Gunter, an architectural draftsman.
In the meantime, No. 167 was home to Albert Payson Terhune
by 1905. Born in Newark, New Jersey in
1872, by now he was internationally known as a traveler, author and
editor. In describing his 1893-1894 trip through Greece
and Asia, Who’s Who in
New York City and State in 1905 said it was spent “crossing Syria on
horseback, living with Bedouins in the desert, investigating leper settlements
and penetrating to Mohammedan shrines barred to foreigners.”
The multi-talented Albert Payson Terhune -- from the collection of the Library of Congress |
Terhune married Anice Morris Stockton on September 2, 1901 (she
was the great-granddaughter of Richard Stockton, signor of the Declaration of
Independence). He was now on the
editorial staff of the New York Evening
World. Among his books were Syria from the Saddle and Columbia Stories. He was co-author of the libretto to the comic
opera Hero Nero in 1904 and
contributed short stories, novelettes and verse to various magazines. Who’s
Who called him an “authority and expert writer on athletics and physical
culture and expert boxer and fencer.”
Both buildings attracted engineers and inventors. In 1916 B. B. Crombie was living in No. 169
when he helped found the Electro-Amalgams Corporation of New York, which “proposes
to establish a system for the electro-chemical purification of water and an
electro-chemical mining process,” as described in Electrical World. Next Door engineer J. Churchward lived, as
did August P. Jurgensen, an engineer of “construct machinery.”
Among the more interesting families in No. 167 was that of
Fred V. Sittig, who moved in before 1920.
A self-described “Teacher of Piano and Accompanist,” he headed the
Sittig Trio. Marketed as providing music
for “concerts, clubs, musicals, etc.,” the combo consisted of Fred on the
piano, daughter Margaret on the violin and son Edgar on cello. The New York Times described them as “a widely
known musical group.”
Fred Sittig had returned to New York in 1914 after having
studied music in Berlin. While there he
also acquired a wife, Emilie, who was a Berlin native. Emilie, who was Americanized upon their
marriage, was the only non-musical member of the family. A year after Emilie’s death in 1932 at the
age of 58 the Sittigs were still living at No. 167.
In the meantime, Frank B. York was living next door at No.
169 with his family. For years he had
been the legal adviser for the Brooklyn Dodgers baseball club and finally, in
February 1930, became the club’s President.
York held the position of Dodgers President for two years. He died on pneumonia on February 3, 1937 at
the age of 59. The family continued on
in the 80th Street apartment.
Expectedly, not every tenant of the two buildings was as
upstanding. On Tuesday morning, April 21,
1924, Bernie Prince said good-bye to his bride of two weeks at the door of
their apartment in No. 167. The next
time she opened it there would be Federal agents on the other side.
Prince crossed the river to Newark where he entered the
candy store of George Tillian on Broad Street.
He handed Tillian a $20 bill, but the store keeper was unable to make
change. When he took it to a near-by
bank to have it broken, the teller recognized it as counterfeit. Policeman Simms went back to the candy store
with Tillian and arrested him.
As it turned out, Bernie Prince was no small-time
counterfeiter. He was held in $10,000
bail, charged in a plot “to flood the United States with
bogus $5, $10 and $20 banknotes,” according to the Secret Service.
In a statement the Service said “For a long time the
Government suspected that bands of counterfeiters in Europe, particularly in Russia
and Poland, had been turning out large quantities of bogus American bank notes
and were disposing of them through agents in the principal cities here.”
While Secret Service agents were on the way to Newark to
pick up Prince, two others headed to West 80th Street. They found Mrs. Prince in the apartment as
well as “four spurious $20 banknotes on a table and two others between the
leaves of a Bible.” The newlyweds were
both arrested.
Ill-advised painting of No. 167 (right) resulted in the loss of details, as in the basket-weave carvings. photo by Sean Khoursandi |
While renovations removed most of the period details, some elements like this mantel, were preserved --photo- http://www.elliman.com/new-york-city/169-west-80-street-4b-manhattan-tqrdyrk |
I thought all Manhattan's street cars ran on underground cables until 1902 just like the San Fran cable cars.
ReplyDeleteOnly the Third Avenue Railway Company operated on the cable system. Horse-drawn street cars existed until just after 1907 when electricity was introduced to the trolley sysem
DeleteAlthough he was surely best known, down to the present, for his bestseller "Lad: A Dog," and for dozens of other books about animals, Terhune certainly had an even wider-ranging life and career than those books might suggest. So it's good to learn some about that here.
ReplyDelete- Former 80th & Colimbus denizen