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Nearly a century before the idea of a Central Park was
sparked, Catharine McGown purchased the old stone tavern and ten acres of land
from Jacob Dyckman, Jr., in what would become the northern section of the
park. The tavern was just one of several
roadhouses along the route from the city to the farthest point on the island;
and in 1905 historian Edward Hagaman Hall pointed out that they were “eloquent
testimonials of the consuming thirst generated by the journey from one end of
the island to the other, and the pressing need for frequent places of
alleviation. And we may conclude that Dyckman
filled the proverbial ‘long felt want’ when he opened the pioneer inn on the
heights.”
Catharine was the widow of Captain Daniel McGown who was
lost at sea in 1759. She operated the
tavern, which became known as McGown’s Pass, with the help of her son Andrew. The inn would play host, like it or not, to
British outposts on September 15, 1776, the day before the Battle of Harlem
Heights.
Not long after the war, the tavern was run by a man named
Legget, and a road map of 1789 named it “Legget’s Halfway Tavern.” Finally on December 1, 1845 the McGown
family sold the tavern and land to Thomas B. Odell for $6,000. The new owner held the property for little
more than a year, passing the deed on April 1, 1847 to the Sisters of
Charity of St. Vincent de Paul. The hill
and acreage around it that had long been known for its tavern was now called
Mount Saint Vincent. Edward H. Hall wrote
“At the time of the occupation of the McGown’s Pass property by the Academy and
Convent of St. Vincent, a fine growth of sixty-four years had clothed the hills
and valleys with verdure. The advancing
tide of population of the great city was still five or six miles distant, and
the region still possessed its rural charm.”
Construction started almost immediately and by 1855 there
was an entire campus—a two-story residence for the chaplain; a Free School; a
building containing a study hall, recreation hall, and class rooms; and lastly
a “stately brick edifice, containing a beautiful chapel and large dining rooms.”
But “the advancing tide of population” was less threatening
to the convent and academy than was Central Park. In 1853 the law authorizing the construction
of the park, from 59th Street to 106th Street, was
passed. Just one year after the completion of Mount
Saint Vincent’s large brick building, the Sisters of Charity bought the Edwin
Forrest estate called Font Hill and in 1858 they held their last Commencement
Exercises at McGown’s Pass. (The name
still stuck and an illustrated description of Central Park printed in 1859
noted “The extreme northwest corner of the Park is occupied by a large hill,
which bounds McGown’s Pass on the west.”)
The Mount St. Vincents buildings were used as a hospital in
the Civil War; then in 1866 they were converted to a refreshment house for Park visitors, and the
chapel was used as a statuary gallery and museum. But on the morning of January 2, 1881 fire
broke out and the complex was destroyed.
The ruins sat for five months before the Commissioners
ordered them cleared away and the area planted with ground cover. A controversy erupted between the New York
Municipal Society against the building of another refreshment house, and those who
wanted a new restaurant. Eventually the
restaurant promoters won. In 1884 the
grand and sprawling Mount Saint Vincent Hotel was completed.
The name concerned Mother Jerome of the Sisters of Charity who
did not care to have it connected with a liquor establishment. She requested that the Commissioners abolish
the name from the Central Park map, and they formally complied on April 16,
1884. The hotel, however, was less accommodating.
On October 8, 1885 Patrick McCann, former dry goods
merchant, took over the lease with big plans in mind. The
New York Times piled compliments on the structure and McCann’s
improvements. “The building, which is
owned by the city…is admirably adapted for use as a pleasure resort either in
Winter or in Summer. In its present
condition it probably has no superior as a road house. Mr. McCann has adorned it and furnished it
with liberality and rare taste.”
The newspaper noted that the hotel was an essential stop on
a sleigh ride. “No matter how fast the
team nor how elegant the equipage a turn ‘on the road’ is not done in proper
shape unless it includes a bite or a sip in the Mount St. Vincent.”
The writer took note of the scene on the previous day. “What seemed to charm the ladies most was the
huge pile of blazing and crackling logs in the broad fireplace in the
hallway. The cozy little parlor, with its
rich crimson plush drapings and furniture, was well filled and the waiters were
kept busy in the large dining hall. Many
of the armchairs in the café were occupied by portly gentlemen who own good
horses, keep good bank accounts, and who know what real comfort is. Such is the class of persons to which the
patrons of the Mount St. Vincent chiefly belong.”
Indeed, the new proprietor intended his patrons to be of the
upper class. In describing the eight
private dining rooms on the second floor, The Times cautioned “The use of these
rooms will only be permitted to persons of known respectability. Mine host McCann has no use for any other
kind of persons.”
The new establishment boasted cutting edge amenities, heated
by steam and lighted “by Edison’s incandescent lights.” The Times said “In the cold weather the
piazza in front of the house is inclosed [sic] with glass screens, and visitors can
sit there in comfort and watch the passing equipages. In the large dining hall on the first floor
the rippling waters of a fountain patter down upon fresh green plants. Light and pretty screens of willow ware
enable the occupants of the different tables to enjoy partial seclusion if they
so desire. On the walls are broad
mirrors of plate glass, heavy draperies and fine pictures, and scattered here
and there on the floor are soft fur rugs.”
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The Mount St. Vincent Hotel attracted the up-scale clientele
McCann desired. But by May 1890 there
was trouble. The Parks Commissioners
accused him of refusing them access to his accounting books; he in turn claimed
“he had been promised an offset for the money he had expended for necessary
repairs and refurnishing.” The Parks
Department said he owned “his returns for April and eleven days in May” while
The Evening World reported “Instead of owing the Department he claims that the
Park Department owes him several thousand dollars.”
It was not a dispute that would end well for the restaurateur. Police barricaded the building and McCann
could only stand and watch as “All day men were busy taking out goods from the
hotel back to the stores and offices from which they had come. The stock ticker went first; then a man came
to take out the electric annuniciators on the doors and the telephone with
Richard Croker’s number leading the list.
There were also brewery wagons and grocers’ wagons and ice cream dealers’
wagons. McCann’s brindled bulldog
wandered about disconsolate and only awoke to give chase to a ragged Maltese
cat that approached the house,” reported The Sun on May 14.
The Commissioners had had enough of the restaurant on Park
grounds. “Park Commissioner Hutchins
said yesterday that the work of tearing down the building would not begin for a
couple weeks,” reported the newspaper.
Only five years old, the building seemed doomed. The Evening World summed it up in one
sentence: “Mount St. Vincent, that
favorite resort of frequenters of the Central Park, is to be demolished.”
Five days after McCann was ousted he held an auction of the
furnishings and artwork. Some of the
mirrors, his auction ad claimed, had originally cost $1,600 each—a staggering
$35,000 today.
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The Sun, May 19, 1890 (copyright expired) |
The Commissioners had a last minute change of heart,
however, and the lease was given to Gabriel “Gabe” Case. Case
had run a road house on Jerome Avenue and had given rise to a yearly
tradition. In 1896 The New York Times
would recall that “The trip across the Harlem being a pretty long one, even
from the nearest up-town stable, the men who took the drive were sure to be
hungry, as well as thirsty, when they reached Case’s famous hostelry. In consideration of this the Falstaffian
landlord gave a big mince pie, along with [a bottle of] champagne, every
Winter, to the road driver who arrived first at his place on runners.”
In a brilliant marketing coup, Case continued the practice
(omitting the pie) in his new inn. And
each year with the first substantial snowfall, teams were quickly hitched to
richly colored sleighs as New Yorkers raced to be the first to reach the inn
and win the bottle of champagne.
Perhaps to erase all traces of the somewhat uncomfortable ending of
the Mount St. Vincent Hotel, Case now called upon the site’s history and
renamed it McGown’s Pass Tavern. But the proprietor had other issues to deal
with. The Excise Commissioner complained
to the Police Board on September 29, 1891 “that Gabe Case’s McGown’s Pass
Tavern in Central Park is unlicensed, and that if liquors are sold there it is
in violation of the law,” reported The Times.
But the newspaper pooh-poohed the threat, saying “it was long ago
decided by the Corporation Counsel that the place is within the jurisdiction of
the Park Department, and that the Police Department has no official business
there.”
It would be an ongoing issue, however.
Four years later it was not the selling of liquor that
bothered investigative reporters; it was the selling of liquor on the
Sabbath. An article was published
accusing McGown’s Pass Tavern of breaking the excise laws. Case was “chafing” according to The Times
and wrote to Parks Commissioner James A. Roosevelt in his own defiant
defense. Park officer Sergeant Ferris visited
the tavern on a Sunday afternoon in April 1895 and Park Police Captain C. C.
Collins subsequently wrote to Roosevelt with his findings.
“As to McGown’s Pass, I am satisfied, from the report of
Sergt. Ferris, that the excise law was obeyed; that no liquor was sold there,
and that any statement to the contrary is at variance with the truth.”
The issue of liquor at McGown’s Pass Tavern was eventually
put to rest.
The Tavern was solely responsible for the formation of a new
election district in 1895. The City
Constitution required that there be an election district that covered any area that contained voters. The new district, the 21st,
covered the area within Central Park bounded by 96th and 110th
Streets, between 5th and 8th Avenues. “There were four voters in this territory
last year,” explained The New York Times.
“They are men employed in McGown’s Pass Tavern.”
In the meantime, nearby on 124th Street just off
7th Avenue was the boarding stable owned by John J. Quinn, whom The
Times called “a Yankee with a good Hibernian name.” Quinn hailed from Manchester, New Hampshire
but had lived in New York long enough to have already won Case’s champagne
bottle trophy ten times. A change in
venue would not deter him.
And he continued to be unbeatable. On January 12, 1896 The New York Times
reported on his sixteenth consecutive winning of “the coveted bottle” which “is
now on his desk at the stable.” It would
not be the last bottle John Quinn won in the opening sleigh ride of the season.
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Riders assemble at McGown's Pass Tavern in 1899. Notice the large stone block to assist gentlemen in mounting -- from The New Metropolis, 1899 (copyright expired) |
Snow fell on New Year’s Eve 1900; but The Times said the
roads were “not sufficiently covered with snow to warrant taking out a sleigh”
on New Year’s Day. That did not deter
John Quinn, however. “Several horsemen
made a start early in the morning for McGown’s Pass Tavern, in the Park, for
the purpose of winning the annual bottle of wine. John Quinn reached the tavern in his sleigh
first, but as there must be sleighing the day following the arrival of the
first sleigh at the tavern, there may be another race for the bottle.”
Whether the lack of snow necessitated another run for the
champagne was of little matter; John Quinn would win. The following year the first snow was on
November 29 and, as usual, Quinn won the magnum. As a matter of fact, noted The New York Times
the following day, “Mr. Quinn has won this magnum every year but one for
twenty-five years.”
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The carriage trade continued to patronize the Tavern and in
1902 Mrs. Edward Lyman Short devised a “outing dinner club” that included
society names like Schieffelin, Delafield, Rutherford and Van Rensselaer. The concept was to meet at different
high-class restaurants throughout the season as a diversion to the conventional mansion dinner parties. McGown’s Pass
Tavern was one of the first places the group patronized that year.
It seemed like a good place for Howard Gould to meet his wife
for lunch on the afternoon of April 7, 1904, before leaving town. Mrs. Gould was to meet her husband at 3:30;
however she “did not leave the Waldorf-Astoria, where they have been living,
until after the appointed hour,” according to the newspapers. Already late, she ordered the chauffeur to
hurry. And he did.
Unfortunately his speed caught the attention of mounted Policeman
John Murphy within the park. Just two
blocks from the Tavern, the driver was stopped and, although Murphy intended
only to warn him about exceeding the speed limit, “the chauffeur gave an
insolent answer, which led to an altercation, during which Murphy placed the
man under arrest,” said The New York Times.
Mrs. Gould insisted that her driver be allowed to take her
the two blocks to the restaurant; but the policeman was equally insistent on
taking him to the station. Because the
socialite was, apparently, unable to walk the two blocks on her own, she went
to the police station at No. 25 West 56th Street as well.
Mrs. Gould, in a huff, intended to wait inside her limousine
while the untidy affair played out inside the police station. But that did not work out either. “When the big automobile pulled up in front
of the court it at once became the centre of a large crowd of people, who made
remarks and stared so at Mrs. Gould that she determined to wait in the courtroom
for her driver. The room was almost
empty and Mrs. Gould paced up and down impatiently while the case was being
heard.”
In the meantime, Howard Gould waited, equally impatiently,
in McGown’s Pass Tavern for his long-delayed spouse.
After hearing the case in which Murphy claimed the chauffeur
was reaching speeds of 20 miles an hour and the driver insisting he was going
only 8 (the speed limit in the Park), Magistrate Baker imposed a fine of
$10. Except the driver had no
money. Mrs. Gould searched her purse,
only to find that she, too, had no cash.
The judge and the policeman offered to call a cab to take
the irate woman to the Tavern; but she refused “saying that she only wished to
have her husband informed of her plight and the chauffeur’s.” A few minutes later Gould arrived. He told reporters that “the arrest of his chauffeur
and the treatment of Mrs. Gould in being compelled to suffer the indignity of
having to sit around in a courtroom was outrageous.”
He promised to have Murphy dismissed from the force, denounced
the fine (although he paid it) and the three climbed into the limousine headed
directly for Grand Central Station. A
quiet lunch at McGown’s Pass Tavern was not to be.
Gabe Case had been suffering from Bright’s Disease and a
month before the unfortunate Gould affair he passed control of the Tavern to
his partner, John L. Scherz. Case’s
condition worsened and on June 2 he died in the Tavern. Although Scherz carried on the traditions; it
was the beginning of the end of the venerable inn.
By 1915 Max Boehm was running the Tavern and that year the
Parks Commissioners felt they needed the property for city use. “If the old Arsenal is torn down, as
Commissioner Ward has stated that he intends it shall be within a short time,
the McGowan’s [sic] Pass house may be used for the park police station.” Max Boehm was issued an order to vacate.
On March 1, 1915 The Sun said “Max Bohn [sic], who has been
running McGown’s Pass Tavern as a roadhouse and restaurant, will move out to-day. Once the highball high tide swashed about in
the neighborhood of the tavern back in the days when joy rides were taken
behind an animal known as the horse. But
with the coming of the automobile everybody feeling the need of something began
to scoot out to Long Island and Westchester roadhouses. So Max believes that the time has come to
call quits.”
On March 9 an auction was held. “All of its relics and curiosities, oil
paintings, and sporting prints, together with ‘Old Gabe,’ the aged green and
yellow parrot, were knocked down to the highest bidders. Intrinsically the stuff was not worth much,
as the entire furnishings of the tavern brought barely $1,500,” said The
Times. “Many of the articles, and
particularly the pictures, possessed, however, a sentimental interest,
recalling a fund of reminiscences of early trotting and sleighing days to many
of those present.”
The Tavern had a brief reprieve, long enough for William H.
Allen, Director of the Institute for Public Service to complain to Mayor
Mitchell about the sale of liquor and dancing in Central Park.
But that dogged issue of liquor in Central Park was put to rest when the
grand and imposing structure was finally razed in 1917. In a
humiliating act for the once-proud building, its foundations were not
destroyed. Instead, the foundation stones that
once upheld the Tavern where New Yorkers in silk top hats and fur stoles found
relief from the chill outside now serve to contain the Park’s compost pile.