By the turn of the century Manhattan’s wealthiest citizens had all but abandoned Fifth Avenue south of 34th Street. High end retailers like art galleries and dressmakers took over the mansions not yet razed and replaced by commercial structures. The side streets—like 28th Street between Fifth and Madison Avenues—rapidly saw the rise of high-end hotels. These were as much apartment buildings as they were lodging houses for travelers.
In 1904 L. George Forgotston climbed on the bandwagon with
plans for an upscale hotel stretching from No. 4 through 8 East 28th
Street. His would be just one of several
Beaux Arts-style hotels lining the block opposite the still-fashionable St. Leo’s Church.
Forgotston commissioned architect Augustus N. Allen to design his
Latham Hotel. Twelve stories tall, it
was surprisingly restrained at a time when hotel facades dripped with carved
festoons and frothy ornaments. Instead
Allen’s two-story limestone base featured formal fluted Ionic pilasters. The sole ornamentation of the brick façade above
were the copper-clad bays which not only added dimension; but caught any
wafting summer breeze.
Allen turned to an innovative building material for the
upper floors. Rather than the expected red
or yellow clay brick his were a grayish color.
This was due to their composition—what the Real Estate Record &
Builder’s Guide termed “sand-lime brick.”
A mixture of lime and sand, the bricks were pressed into shape by heavy
machinery, then hardened under pressure in large cylinders. The Guide noted “Its appearance is said to be
very pleasing.”
As with all the hotels in the neighborhood, the Latham
offered permanent and transient accommodations.
At lobby level was the Café Thomas and by 1907 it had become a
destination spot. What to Eat, in
January 1907, said the café “is the headquarters of buyers for great mercantile
houses in other parts of the country. It
has an interesting collection of prints and views reminiscent of old New
York. This restaurant is also a favorite
resort of women shoppers.”
That year Mrs. J. P. Case was staying at the Latham and on
April 11 her mother, Mrs. Sarah E. Anderson arrived from Baltimore to join
her. The following morning Mrs. Case
woke after dreaming that something horrible had happened to her mother. The Evening World reported later that day, “So
strong was her premonition that Mrs. Case ran to her mother’s room and tried to
arouse her.”
Tragically, Sarah Anderson had died of a heart attack. “The shock undid the daughter,” said the
newspaper. Mrs. Case threw open a window
and screamed for help. Her shrieks
caused guests in the nearby Prince George Hotel to flock to their windows. She was put in the care of the Latham’s in-house
physician, Dr. Bellamy.
“Mrs. Case was in a highly nervous state from her
experience, and for a time it was feared she would be critically ill. She responded to restoratives but Dr. Bellamy
was obliged to remain by her for the rest for the night,” said The Evening
World.
A 1909 advertisement lured tourists and businessmen -- New-York Tribune, June 6, 1909 (copyright expired) |
In May 1908 the Collins’ hotel bill there had risen to $250—in the
neighborhood of $6,500 today. The couple
moved out, leaving a check for $125 as partial payment, and secured rooms in
the Latham. The problem was that the
check was no good.
The New-York Tribune noted “Collins, it is said, was once
wealthy.” Apparently those days were
over. The Plaza management filed a
complaint and on July 15, 1908 the Latham Hotel suffered an untidy scene when
Collins was led out in handcuffs.
The Hotel Latham had much to offer. As its advertisements boasted, it was just
one block from Madison Square Garden, “one door from Fifth Avenue,” and was
touted as fireproof. There were 300
rooms which ranged in price from $1.50 a day and up, to $2.00 per day and up
for rooms with private baths.
In the dining room a painted border depicts children in various seasons. |
Perhaps the Latham’s most curious resident in the pre-World
War I years was Marion Hamilton-Grey.
The young man “represented himself to be heir to the Dukedom of Hamilton
in Scotland,” reported The New York Times on January 21, 1910.
Police Inspector McCafferty received word that Hamilton-Grey, a suspected con artist,
had recently come to New York. McCafferty traced him to the Hotel Latham. But the guest had recently left, leaving an
outstanding bill of $10.50. That bill was
settled by the St. George’s Society, the inspector learned. The Times explained that, according to E. D.
Langley of the Society, “the young man represented himself as a nephew of Col.
Hamilton-Grey of the British Army in India, and had declared that he had an
allowance of $4,000 a year, but that this was being held up temporarily abroad
because of trouble he had had with the executors of his father’s estate.” The St. George’s Society paid the hotel bill
and gave the man a furnished room on West 24th Street.
Inspector McCafferty now took Detectives McKenna and
Cassassa to the 24th Street address where they found “their quarry”
near 8th Avenue. When the detectives told Hamilton-Grey they wanted to talk
to him, they were startled when they heard the response.
“Why, you’re no man.
You’re a girl!” Cassassa said after hearing the voice.
“Well, what’s the harm in that? I never said I wasn’t.”
Now in custody, the 19-year old girl said she had been born
in Punjab, India. Her father had been
Colonel Hamilton-Grey and she was orphaned at the age of four. An “old friend in India had advised her to
adopt men’s clothes as an easier means of making her living, and she had
followed his advice for the last ten years,” said The Times.
“The girl made a handsome youth in her boy’s clothing. Her brown hair was clipped short like a man’s
and she wore a gray suit, gray slouch hat, and gray overcoat with a gray
stock. She had black patent leather shoes
and wore blue spats over them,” reported the newspaper.
The fine wardrobe resulted in her being charged with “masquerading
in men’s clothing.” She had her
suspicions concerning who set the police on her trail. “I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that a
wealthy widow of Newark was behind this,” she said at the police station. “She fell in love with me and never forgave
me when I wouldn’t marry her.”
Despite down-on-their-luck guests like Collins and
Hamilton-Grey, the Latham continued to see well-to-do residents. Among them were John Gilbert Gulick, his
wife, and their son Earl. On October 19,
1913 the New-York Tribune’s society page noted that they “have returned to the
city from their summer home at Lake Hopatcong and are at the Prince
George. They will take possession of
their apartments at the Hotel Latham to-morrow for the winter.”
Charles Vail, Vice President of the Transcontinental Freight Company rented rooms here in 1913—but his purposes were less upstanding that those of the Gulicks. On the evening of December 12 that year he entered the hotel with a suitcase. When he appeared in the lobby half an hour later he was in “faultless evening dress and accompanied by a tall, blonde woman,” according to The Evening World nearly a year later on November 20.
What the wealthy executive did not realize was that his
wife, Emma, had a private detective trailing him. After the couple had dinner at the Hotel
Imperial, they returned to the Latham.
The detective had checked the register where they were signed in as “Mr.
and Mrs. Vail, Chicago.” With Vail and the blonde upstairs, he summoned
Emma. She brought several witnesses with
her and they commenced a raid on Room No. 1102.
The detective testified in the subsequent divorce case, “The
woman pulled the bedclothes over her face, but wasn’t quick enough for Mrs.
Vail, who struck her. Then she went
after her husband.”
Caught red-handed—or red-faced, anyway—Vail was directed to
pay his now-former wife $100 a month alimony.
The protruding bays extended along the side wall. |
By now World War I was raging in Europe. Far from the fighting, the Hotel Latham felt
the effects. Many of the tourists who
stopped at the hotel were European and a large percentage of those were
German. By the end of 1915 the hotel had
to close.
On November 25, 1915 the New-York Tribune reported that the
hotel “will close its doors at noon to-morrow, according to an announcement
made last night by Albert Pratt, the manager…The European war is given as one
of the contributing causes to the failure.
Many German patrons since the war started have failed to put up at the
hotel.”
The same day The New York Times reported that “Guests were
notified last night that they would have to seek other quarters, and all
employes received notice that their service would terminate tomorrow.”
The extremely short notice given to hotel residents resulted
in tragedy for one elderly man. Lawrence
Peterson had been living here for a year and a half. His father had been the owner of Peterson’s Magazine of Philadelphia, by
now out of publication. Mary Casey,
proprietress of the Hotel Latham, told a reporter “he was the sole heir to an
estate amounting to about $10,000,000.”
Petersen’s finances, however, were tied up in a trust and
its executor, G. F. Kean, gave him only a few dollars a week. Now forced to find new accommodations, the
old man was panic-stricken. The stress
of his situation finally became too much.
The Times reported on November 26 “An old man, well dressed,
but penniless, stumbled into the lobby of the Home Club, an apartment house at
11 East Forty-fifth Street, last night and told an elevator boy to summon a
doctor because he felt he was reaching his end.” The newspaper said “As the Hotel Latham was
about to close by order of a bankruptcy referee he said he did not know where
to go.”
The elevator boy suggested calling a taxi, but Peterson said
he did not have a penny to pay for one.
Before a doctor could arrive, Peterson had died of a heart attack.
Peterson had earlier pleaded with Mary Casey. “He said he was more than sixty years old and
that nobody would give him a home if he were put out of the Latham…It is
believed at the hotel that this circumstance aggravated the heart trouble which
caused his sudden death,” said The Times.
Within a year the hotel was back on its feet. Like every hotel, the Latham had its share of
heartbreaking stories. Around the first
of November in 1916 Brooklyn Union Gas Company employee B. L. Graham checked in.
In the first years of the 20th century the
leading cause of death in the United States was tuberculosis. Around 110,000 Americans died each year from
the disease, and those diagnosed were normally whisked away to be isolated in
sanatoriums. A few months earlier Graham
had been diagnosed with the deadly illness.
Late on the night of November 2, when Graham had not been
seen coming or going for some time, Manager Max Hoestmann sent a porter to
check on him.
“The porter opened the door with his master-key,” reported
The Evening World. “On the bed he found
Graham’s lifeless body. He clasped
tightly the picture of his wife. By the
bed was an automatic pistol with one chamber empty.”
Graham had shot a bullet into his head. The newspaper described the photograph of “a
remarkably handsome young woman in evening dress. She was sitting. A string of pearls hung gracefully about her
neck.” On the reverse Graham had
written:
God keep and make happy this girl—the sweetest and most wonderful woman
in all the world.
Following the war’s end the Latham remained a respectable
hotel for years. In 1920 Margaret
Prescott Montague stayed here as her motion picture Uncle Sam of Freedom Ridge opened at the three Manhattan
theaters. Montague told reporters that
the purpose of her film was “to express the idea of the League of Nations, and,
more fundamentally, to impress upon all the ideas of atonement and
resurrection.”
The Depression years saw a change to the Latham and to its
neighborhood. Called by Rider’s New York City Guide a “quiet
family hotel” in 1923, by 1931 it attracted a more sordid clientele. On the evening of March 31, 1931 several men
including a former vice squad policeman, Richard E. Ganley, were playing poker
in one of the rooms. Suddenly three men
broke into the room with drawn guns and ordered the poker players to line up against
the wall.
Ganley, however, pulled his service pistol and fired at the
leader of the gang, William Horowitz.
What ensued was described by the Brooklyn
Standard Union on April 10 as “a gun battle.” When it was over, 53-year old Albert Shaw,
one of the card players, lay dead.
Howoritz, badly wounded, was captured in the hotel lobby and charged
with murder.
One of the Latham’s most renowned residents was photographer
William Henry Jackson. He was 99 years
old when he fell and hurt himself here on June 26, 1942. He was highly responsible for the creation of
Yellowstone National Park when his photographs of the magnificent landscapes
were presented to Congress in 1872. Four
days after his fall he died in Midtown Hospital and he was buried in Arlington
National Cemetery.
But the most notorious guest of all would be Rudolf Abel who
lived here in 1957. FBI agents shadowed
the man, finally knocking on his door at 7:02 on the morning of June 21. In a search of the room the agents found a
hollow shaving brush and hollow pencils, used for hiding microfilm; cameras for
producing “microdots;” and other Cold War Era espionage paraphernalia. He was arrested as a Soviet spy.
Five years later, in February 1962, the United States
government exchanged Abel for Francis Gary Powers. Powers had been shot down over Russian in a
U-2 spy plane, creating an incident reported globally.
The respectable days of the Hotel Latham were already over
and things would get worse before they got better. By 1983 the city was using the building as a
home for “displaced families.” There
were 25 homeless families living in the hotel that year. On August 31 Philip Shenon of The
New York Times described “At the Latham, in the light of bare bulbs and short
white strands of neon lights, rats crawl across the floors, and paint peels on
the walls. Roaches, water bugs and ants
crowd the sinks. Toilets frequently do
not work, and repairs are slow. Halls
and stairwells reek of mildew, urine, and marijuana.”
On January 25, 1988 one man was fatally shot and four others
wounded in a gun battle over illegal drugs.
The bodies fell to the sidewalk directly in front of the Latham Hotel.
Two other hotels of the period survive alongside the Latham. |
photographs taken by the author
my friends and i discovered this semi shitty but affordable hotel in the mid 70's then we moved on to the semi luxurious seville.i always imagined thurber stumbling in here demanding a brandy
ReplyDeleteIn 1964, at 18 years of age, I moved to NYC from Detroit and lived at the Latham for several months, while working as a key clerk in the Statler Hilton (prev the Pennsylvania) until I was laid off. I left NYC the day before the famouse blackout of 1965, returning to Detroit.
ReplyDeleteI have an old postcard of the Hotel Latham that my relatives saved from a visit about 100 years ago. Happy to scan it for you and share if you would like it. H.F. Ritchey was manager and 150 rooms with bath available was $1.50. Private bath was $2.00 and up. Very interesting indeed...
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That would be very nice. Thank you. My email address is in the upper left corner of this page.
DeleteI stayed at the Latham in 1988 as one of the Soviet refugee families it housed. Quite an intro to the USA.
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