When silversmith and jeweler Alexander Rumrill retired around 1875 the neighborhood around his home at No. 47 West 32nd Street was still elegant and exclusive. Just around the corner on Fifth Avenue, a block to the north, were the brownstone Astor mansions. And the polished carriages of some of Manhattan’s wealthiest citizens came and went along his street.
But when Rumrill died in his house in May 1894, things had
changed. The Waldorf Hotel had replaced
the William Waldorf Astor house. Within
months of Rumrill’s death Caroline Astor’s mansion would be razed for the
Waldorf’s companion Astor Hotel.
Commerce was taking over.
The following year, in October, Alexander Rumrill’s widow
leased the house “for a term of years” at $3,500 per year. The unnamed tenant most likely used the house as a shop or other business. The lease would end soon,
though, for the Cass Realty Company purchased the Rumrill house, along with the
neighboring houses at Nos. 43 and 45 and laid plans for a sumptuous new
bachelor hotel.
The concept of a residential hotel for unmarried men was relatively new. On February 12,
1898 the Real Estate Record and Guide noted “It is not so very long ago that
the bachelor was not considered to be entitled much consideration; any old
thing was good enough for him, and consequently he was to be found in
out-of-the-way rooms on the top floors of hotels or provided for domestically
in the boarding-house, whose worse miseries were inflicted upon him.” The paper added “Anyone who was old enough
and had the means to marry and yet did not, was not thought to be entitled to anything
better.”
Designed by architect Ralph S. Townsend, the 12-story Pierrepont
Hotel was completed in February 1898.
Reflective of the still-upscale neighborhood and the status of the
intended occupants, the entire façade was clad in Indiana limestone, trimmed in
terra cotta. A portico supported by
columns led to the entrance. The three-story
rusticated base erupted in nine floors of frothy ornamentation that included
columned balconies, elaborate framing of the openings with carved cartouches,
and a deeply overhanging cornice. The
Record and Guide called the design “graceful and appropriate.”
Inside the lobby floor was paved with mosaic tiles and the
walls were wainscoted in marble. The
ground floor included a large reception room, “beautifully decorated,” for the
use of tenants and their guests.
The upper hallways were trimmed in mahogany and the doors
and windows of the apartments were “of leaded, colored or opaque glass.” There were eight apartments to each floor and
the gentlemen residing here had their choice of the six that opened onto the
main halls, or the more secluded apartments tucked away on private hallways. The latter afforded “complete or partial
isolation and seclusion, according to taste,” said The Guide.
There were also “double” apartments with connecting doors “wherein
two parties can live in some sort of communion, yet have their own particular
apartments and conveniences separate.” Rather
amazingly, every apartment had its own bathroom.
The Guide mentioned that the Pierrepont “was planned with an
eye especially turned to the wants of bachelors.” And, of course, bachelors were not expected
to decorate or to pick out their own draperies or furnishings. The newspaper noted that each apartment “has been
decorated in a different style so that the fortunate bachelor has an almost
bewildering selection of beautiful and artistic effects amid which to
dwell. Polished mahogany mantels,
delicate tints of paint or patterns of wall paper, plate glass, polished
hardwood floors, elegant light, and door and window furnishings are provided
for him.”
The modern conveniences were, no doubt, astounding to the
1898 tenant. Each apartment had a
telephone (“if he wishes”), electric call bells, combination gas and electric
lighting (electricity was unreliable at the time), gas logs in the fireplaces,
and a refrigerator. The ingenious
refrigerators in the Pierrepont did away with the need for the often-messy
icebox. They were cooled by a system of circulating
salt-water through coils.
Among the first to move into the Pierrepont was the
highly-popular actor Thomas Q. Seabrooke.
Although a versatile player, he was most active in comedy and shared the
stage with contemporary stars like Lillian Russell.
The dashing actor Thomas Q. Seabrooke was highly popular. Celebrated Comedians of Light Opera and Musical Comedy in America, 1901 (copyright expired) |
Despite his celebrity and success, Seabrooke spent more than he made. The actor was humiliated while living here when, in December 1898, he was forced to declare bankruptcy. The Sun said his liabilities amounted to $39,000 while his "only assets are clothing, which is exempt, and a scarfpin, which is not exempt."
The Pierrepont had always been touted as a completely fireproof structure. In the spring of 1901 that assertion was put to the test when fire broke out in one of the apartments. Although deemed “serious,” the blaze was confined to the apartment where it broke out. No damages were caused in any other parts of the building.
The Pierrepont had always been touted as a completely fireproof structure. In the spring of 1901 that assertion was put to the test when fire broke out in one of the apartments. Although deemed “serious,” the blaze was confined to the apartment where it broke out. No damages were caused in any other parts of the building.
Soon thereafter, in March 1901,
Cass Realty put the Pierrepont on the market.
At the time the building was completely leased “to first-class tenants.”
Among the
residents here in 1906 were policemen James Davis and Harry A. Pickel. Their services may have been called upon when
a shocking event occurred in March. (By now apartments were being let to married couples as
well as to bachelors.)
August Louis Nosser and his wife, Eva, were new
residents. Nosser, who had once been an
accomplished violinist in Belgium, had turned to gambling for his income. Around 1902 Nosser had met and become
infatuated with the actress Estelle Young Reynolds, who went by the stage name
Estelle Young.
Estelle and Eva knew one another casually; however Nosser
concealed the fact that he was married.
The attachment between the actress and the gambler grew. Nosser promised to marry her, and they even
planned a trip to Europe together.
Now, four years later, it occurred to Eva that her husband
was cheating. Bolstered by the knowledge
that Estelle was an actress, she assumed her to be an “adventuress.” Her frustration was worsened by Nosser’s declaration
of bankruptcy late in 1905, and his use of drugs because of his financial
problems. When their resultant quarrels
had no effect, she turned to focus on Estelle Young.
On March 14, 1906 Eva penned a letter on Pierrepont
stationery and sent a messenger boy to the Baltimore Apartments where Estelle
lived with her sister. In it she said in
part “It is for himself alone that I love him, and you would be doing a great
act of charity if you would release him from this awful bondage.” It was the first time that Estelle realized
that Eva and Nosser were married.
The irate woman purchased a horsewhip and then stormed into
the Pierrepont Hotel that evening. The
New York Times later reported “Miss Young, however, did not use her whip on
Nosser. Mrs. Nosser stepped between her
husband and the actress and prevented Miss Young from striking the man. There was no need, in fact, for any whipping,
as Nosser appeared sufficiently humiliated.”
Eva, seeing that Estelle was also a victim, asked her to
stay for awhile, and admitted she was afraid to be left alone with her husband
at the moment. Estelle reluctantly
agreed. But things would soon turn dark
and tragic,
Nosser sat silently smoking cigarettes for about an hour. Then, at around 10:00 he walked into the
bathroom and drank half a small bottle of laudanum—a potent poison. The women immediately sent for the Pierrepont’s
physician, Dr. Townsend.
The doctor administered a drug to induce vomiting, and then
told the women to keep walking Nosser to keep him from falling asleep. They did so, and around midnight felt he
seemed sufficiently recovered to allow him to lie down. He began smoking again while lying on the
lounge.
The hard feelings between the two women had disappeared and
they both attended to Nosser. Several
times Evelyn had tried to go home; but each time Nosser would
wake up and order her to stay. Eva
admitted she would appreciate the actress’s help.
Exhausted, around 4:00 a.m. Evelyn asked if she could lie down on the
bed. Still wearing about $10,000 in
jewelry, she fell asleep while Eva kept walking Nosser between his periods of
sleeping and smoking. Later that
morning, at around 10:30, Evelyn was still asleep and although Nosser was
awake, Eva felt he was simply mulling over the messy matter. She thought it was safe to take a bath.
But the moment she closed the bathroom door
she heard the key turn in the lock. The
New York Times would report “She then realized that her husband for some reason
had been watching for this chance. She
beat on the doors with her hands and cried out to Miss Young. Then she heard her husband say: ‘You’ve gone
back on me. I’ll get even.’”
And get even he did. Eva next heard a gunshot. Then, after a moment, another. She turned to the door that opened onto the
hallway, for use by servants. She beat on it until
a chambermaid, Bertha Murphy, unlocked the door.
The women rushed around to the
apartment door and entered. Evelyn Young
was lying unconscious on the bed, shot through the temple. Louis Nosser had shot himself in the head and his lifeless body was lying on the parlor floor in front of the
mantel.
The tragedy was followed by a somewhat comical twist the
following week. When the list of potential jurors was called in the courthouse on March 21, no one answered to the name Louis
Nosser. Justice Van Kirk fined him $100.
The Times reported “Clerk George Lyons then informed the Justice that
Nosser was the gambler who killed Mrs. Estelle Young in the Hotel Pierrepont
last week, and then committed suicide.”
Kirk responded “The fine is
remitted. I have no jurisdiction in the
case of the juror named.”
The same day that Louis Nosser had
murdered Evelyn Young, the sale of the Pierrepont Hotel was announced. Four years later it was sold at auction for
$440,000—equal to about $11.3 million in 2015.
Almost immediately the owners hired architects Townsend, Steinle &
Haskell to make renovations.
In addition to remodeling the apartments, the renovations were necessary to accommodate
the Mutual Bank which had signed a lease on the entire ground floor, other than the
Pierrepont’s lobby. Mutual Bank had
just purchased property on West 33rd Street on which it planned a
permanent home; but for now it took the first floor of the Pierrepont.
Upon the completion of the renovations, "newly furnished" one, two and three room apartments were offered at $750 to $2000 per year.
Upon the completion of the renovations, "newly furnished" one, two and three room apartments were offered at $750 to $2000 per year.
In June 1918 the ground floor space that had
been home to the Mutual Bank became a restaurant, run by the U. S. Lunch Co. By now the building had become
known as the Hotel Alcazar. And as the
neighborhood slowly changed, it was not only the hotel’s name that was different,
so was the class of some of the tenants.
In 1921 resident Emil Hebeck marketed these clever "perfume burners" from his apartment in the Hotel Alcazar. Merchandising Week, January 1921 (copyright expired) |
In 1926 27-year old Harry Bender
and his wife, Florence, lived here. Bootlegging
was a profitable career during Prohibition; but it was also a dangerous
one. Harry Bender took his chances.
On May 29 The Times reported that “An
extra force of detectives was on duty in the lower east side last night to
prevent further shootings in what was believed to be a feud between two gangs
of bootleggers, which in the preceding forty-eight hours has resulted in the
killing of one man and the probable mortal shooting of two others.”
One of those men was Harry
Bender. The night before he had been found
in a lot in Forest Hills, Queens with two bullet wounds in his body and one in
his head. At Flushing Hospital there was
little hope that he would survive.
Bender told authorities that he
had been grabbed off the street and driven to Queens where he was dragged into
a different car. In Forest Hills he was
shot and thrown into the lot. Police
found a discrepancy in his story when they questioned Alcazar Hotel
employees. One said that Bender and his
wife had been residents for about five weeks and “that he had left the hotel in
an automobile with three men about an hour before he was found wounded,” said
The Times.
Police theorized that bootleggers
in Queens had planned the shooting because Bender had invaded their
territory. At the hospital, Florence
knelt by the bed of her dying husband and pleaded with him to tell the
detectives who had shot him.
Bender replied “Never mind; that
will be taken care of.”
By the mid-1930s the name of the
hotel had changed again. It was now
known as the Hotel Stanford. George H.
Grouard lived here at the time. When he
died on June 21, 1938, he left the surprising estate of about $300,000.
The decidedly seedy hotel was the
scene of a heartwarming gesture on April 3, 1948. Michael Whalen was a 30-year old out-of-work machinist
and bartender. He
and his wife, Lillian, had four children—the oldest was six and the youngest
just 11 months. The family had been
staying at the Yale Hotel on West 97th Street until Thursday, April
1, when they ran out of money.
Around 3:00 on Friday afternoon they
entered Pennsylvania Station. They were
able to buy milk for the baby and with $2 given to them by a commuter, bought
hot dogs for the other children. Then,
around 4 a.m. on Saturday, the parents were awakened by Detectives Frank Travis
and Thomas Price who were making their rounds.
Whalen later told a reporter “I thought they were going to arrest us.”
Instead, after hearing the family’s
story, the cops took them to the Stanford Hotel. The night clerk, Samuel Ross, lowered the
room rent and the detectives bought food for the children and paid the rent.
Later that afternoon, after
nudging from the police, the Whalen family received an emergency home relief
check and Welfare Commissioner Raymond M. Hilliard arranged temporary accommodations
in the Municipal Lodging House.
In 1983 the Hotel Stanford became
a project of the St. Francis Friends of the Poor, headquartered at No. 125 East 24th Street. Assemblyman
Alexander B. Grannis described the program’s purpose as “to provide speedy
housing for…homeless discharged mental-health patients.”
The homeless would quickly make way
for the more fortunate when in 1986 the nearly 90-year old hotel received a
make-over. It is now a “boutique hotel”
with 122 “cozy rooms” stocked with amenities like Coconut Lime Verbena soap. The restored façade retains its vintage blade
sign; below which a modern awning stretches out from the still-intact 1898
portico.
Ralph Townsend’s handsome hotel
survives much as it looked when well-heeled bachelors first took apartments here;
on a street then lined with similar high-class hotels.
photographs by the author
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