The doorway was originally located where the awning begins, above a stone stoop. |
Prior to the Revolutionary War the area known as Turtle Bay on what would become
the Upper East Side was bucolic. The summer estates of wealthy New Yorkers
like James Beekman and Francis Bayard took advantage of the river breezes and
views.
But by the last quarter 19th century the
riverfront was lined with gritty industry.
Slaughterhouses, breweries and cigar factories erected here, far from fashionable areas, could not
offend the noses and ears of well-to-do Manhattanites. Instead, the long block of East 53rd
Street between First Avenue and the East River filled with tenements and small
houses which accommodated the working class immigrants who worked in the
factories. Among them was the two story
brick house at No. 413 East 53rd Street.
There was little money spent on the little house. A stone stoop led to the first floor, above a
shallow English basement. Unadorned
stone lintels capped the openings and a pressed metal cornice with decorative
frieze.
By the time Charles Anthony sold the house in September 1900
it had already been converted to what the Real Estate Record called a “brick
tenement.” The buyer, Gustav Peetz,
resold it within a few months to William B. Kirk and his wife, Annie L. Kirk.
Kirk had earlier been active in politics. From 1867 to 1869 he was a member of the
State Assembly, and was President of the Board of Aldermen in 1884. Now he and Annie were essentially slum
lords. They owned and operated tenement
houses throughout the city, most of them in the squalid Bowery and Madison
Street areas.
Francis Knox lived here in 1910. The 26-year old janitor had violent
comrades.
On the evening of May 21 that year William Evans approached a policeman at the corner of Fifth Avenue and 45th Street. He told Officer Fletcher that he had just been assaulted by four “ugly-looking men.” Evans was a butler in the upscale home of Mrs. Mary Dean. His wife had been waiting for him on the sidewalk outside the house. Just as Evans came down the stoop, the men had attacked.
On the evening of May 21 that year William Evans approached a policeman at the corner of Fifth Avenue and 45th Street. He told Officer Fletcher that he had just been assaulted by four “ugly-looking men.” Evans was a butler in the upscale home of Mrs. Mary Dean. His wife had been waiting for him on the sidewalk outside the house. Just as Evans came down the stoop, the men had attacked.
“After I had been knocked down her cries scared the men and
made them run away,” he told Fletcher.
Mrs. Lotta Evans chimed in “The men were the ugliest I ever saw. One of them had very long hair and a red
face, the whole side of which was deformed by a mass of scars, as if it had
been cut away.”
As she talked, a bystander listened. He told the officer “I saw four men who
answer this description go into Heatherington’s drug store, across the street from
the Grand Central Station, not more than a minute ago. Hurry down there; maybe you can catch them.”
The trio headed to the pharmacy, joined on the way by
Policeman McKee. When they arrived,
Lotta Evans pointed to Edward Walker and cried “There is one of the men.” The 23-year old waiter’s face was, indeed,
heavily scarred. With him were Francis
Knox and Thomas Karnes. And on the floor
at their feet was the John Wynne, a plumber, whose neck had been so severely
slashed that, according to The New York Times, “the head had almost been
severed from the body.”
Edward Walker and his vicious cohorts were taken to the
station house where Thomas Karnes insisted that “he and his companions had
found Wynne lying in the street and had taken him to the drug store out of
sympathy.”
Also rooming in No. 413 that year was Stella Brophy. She was a prostitute working for John De
George, who went by the alias Delane.
Today he would be called her “pimp.” She found herself in the uncomfortable
position of testifying against Delane in 1913 when he was charged with “securing
from one Henrietta or Jeannette Annette the proceeds of her prostitution.” Delane received $5 for each of his prostitutes’
acts (about $125 today).
She had to tell the jury about the day that Delane brought Jeannette
to her room in the 53rd Street house. It seems that the boarding houses where
Jeannette brought men had been repeatedly evicting her for her disreputable behavior.
“Johnny brought her up for me to bring her downtown and show
her the hotels, because she said the houses were getting too strict. He said would I take her downtown and show
her the hotels,” she told the court.
Partly on the basis of Stella’s testimony in 1914 John
Delane was found guilty of “compulsory prostitution” and for receiving “the sum
of five dollars, without consideration, from the proceeds of one Henrietta
Annette, a woman engaged in prostitution.”
That same year the building became “part of a contest” of
William B. Kirk’s will. The ugly battle
pitted the trustees of the estate against Annie L. Kirk. It ended in October 1917 when eight of Kirk’s
tenement houses, including No, 413 East 53rd Street, were sold to
liquidate the estate. The sales
advertisement by auctioneer Joseph P. Day described most of the properties as “tenements;”
but called the 53rd Street building “a two-story and basement
brick dwelling.”
The new owner, Jacob Forster, removed the stoop and
converted the basement to a shop. It
became home to the Murray Hill Sheet Metal Works which employed five men. But Forster would not hold onto his newly-renovated property for long. On August
1, 1918 he sold it to the Benevolent Society for the Propagation of
Cremation.
The Society was, in essence, an insurance company that paid
for the mortuary costs of its “members” and paid a $100 death benefit. There was an initiation fee based on the age
of the inductee. Those under 50 years
old were charged $1.25 and for each additional year of age the fee increased by
$1 to the age of 54, and $2 thereafter.
No one older than 60 was admitted.
Within a year of moving into the 53rd Street
building the Society had a membership of 4,967.
The Society cautioned “The death benefit in every case is $100, but the
claim is not payable unless the body is cremated. The only exception to this rule is the case
of a death at sea where cremation is impossible.”
Both the Benevolent Society for the Propagation of Cremation
and the Murray Hill Sheet Metal Works were gone by 1927. Seven years earlier wealthy socialites
Elisabeth Marbury, Anne Tracy Morgan and the widowed Mrs. William K. Vanderbilt
had erected neo-Georgian mansions nearby on Avenue A, which was by now called
Sutton Place. The exclusive enclave
attracted other millionaires, prompting a dramatic change to the East 53rd
block.
Now The Oxford Antique Co., Inc., importers of pricey European
antiques operated in the house once home to thugs, prostitutes and a sheet
metal shop. In 1940 The Powgen Press was
here, and in 1964 Don Ruseau, Inc. opened.
The shop turned out quality reproduction furniture by skilled
craftsmen. Jane Templeton, who ran the
shop with Dominic Cavanna, explained to columnist Virginia Lee Warren of The
New York Times in August 1964 that master furniture makers taught apprentices
in their workshop here.
“Of her 20 craftsmen, mostly French and Italian, one is 74
and the majority of the others are in their 50’s,” reported the article. It added “Almost all the craftsmen now at
work were trained in Europe, often starting as apprentices at the age of 11 or
even younger.”
Don Ruseau, Inc. would remain in the 53rd Street
building for decades.
The little house is vised between tall buildings, one of the last survivors on the block. |
Then, in 1998 the former working class house was given a
startling make-over. A dentist office
was installed in the ground floor and the upper two stories became a
single-family home again. The transformation
created interiors worthy of its Sutton Place neighbors.
Stella Brophy could not imagine the lavish new interiors. photos by KW New York City |
Today the tiny house is surrounded and overpowered by
modern, soaring structures. Passersby
can little imagine the colorful histories that have played out behind its
unassuming façade.
photographs by the author
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