The 1904 Hotel Lucerne -- No. 201 West 79th St.

The Upper West Side by the turn of the century was an established, bustling neighborhood of high-end homes, wide avenues, and up-to-date apartment houses.  In 1903 the Central Realty Company began construction on another upscale residential hotel at the corner of Amsterdam Avenue and West 79^th Street.

Called The Lucerne, it was designed by Harry B. Mulliken of Mulliken & Moeller.  Using the firm’s tried-and-true approach—a great block of masonry lavished with Beaux Arts froth and an elaborate entrance—Mulliken took a step out of the box for the Lucerne Hotel.  Rather than solely working in red brick, he mixed in bricks with a slightly purplish hue.  He then had the terra cotta, normally a muddish-red color, tinged with purple.  Completed in 1904, the massive apartment house changed color depending on the time of day and light—from pink or rose, to clay, to nearly violet.

An early postcard documented the intricate cornice ornamentation.

Central Realty Company planned for extra income by having Mulliken include retail shops along the Amsterdam Avenue side.  Like most family hotels of the day, it offered a mixture of permanent and transient accommodations.  Residence hotels offered families the convenience of hotel amenities and precluded the need to maintain a large household staff.  An advertisement for the Lucerne in 1907 noted “Cuisine and service of marked excellence.”

The Lucerne marketed itself as being home to “the best families”.  In January 1909 those families were rewarded with a song recital by renowned baritone Townsend H. Fellows.  The New York Times felt that “Mr. Fellows was in excellent voice, evoking hearty appreciation.”

Wurts Bros. photographed the elaborate entrance shortly after the building's completion -- From the collection of the Museum of the City of New York http://collections.mcny.org/C.aspx?VP3=SearchResult_VPage&VBID=24UAYWS2VUG1&SMLS=1&RW=1280&RH=894

Among the residents that year were F. Paul Harrison and his wife, the former Elizabeth C. Burke.  Harrison was President of the F. P. Harrison Electric and Manufacturing Company at No. 169 South Street.  He was described by The New York Times as being “connected with one of the oldest merchant families of New York City.”

A month before the Fellows concert, Elizabeth had undergone an operation in the apartment—a normal practice among upper class patients.  Following the procedure she suffered from what her husband deemed “melancholy.”  Thinking a change of venue would do her good, Harrison took her to the Gramatan Inn in Bronxville.

On Friday, December 29 the couple returned to New York to visit Catherine Newman at No. 25 West 84^th Street and the following day headed back to the Gramatan.  When the streetcar reached its northernmost point at 109^th Street, Elizabeth and her husband got separated by the disembarking crowd.

As the throng thinned, she was nowhere to be found—neither inside the car nor on the platform.  Harrison rushed back to the Lucerne thinking she may have gone home; but she never appeared.   The following morning Harrison supplied a description to police.  It gave an idea of the 30-year old woman’s affluent status.  She wore “a black velvet hat, a long black broadcloth coat lined with fur, a Persian lamb collar, a white silk shirtwaist, a green silk skirt, button shoes.  She carried a black walrus handbag, with a silver top engraved with her initials, and containing no money and only some visiting cards.”

A week later, Elizabeth Harrison was still missing.  Harrison told reporters that “she had been depressed since her illness, but that there was no cause that he was aware of which would cause her either to escape from her home, much less commit suicide.”  It is unclear if Elizabeth was ever located.

The red-and-plum colored brick and the purple-tinged terra cotta resulted in a uniquely hued structure.

The hotel filled with financially-comfortable families.  In 1911 Henry H. Samek, called by The Evening World “a young merchant” was living here when he avoided jury duty in the trial of the murder of W. E. D. Stokes.   Charles A. Robinson and his wife were also in the building and, as was the case with all socialites, the newspapers followed Mrs. Robinson’s movements.  On November 3, 1912 The Sunnoted “Mrs. Charles A. Robinson of 201 West Seventy-ninth street will soon go to Panama for a short trip. On her return she will give a series of dinner parties at her home.”

Robinson was a member of the Produce Exchange and earlier that year he had been surprised by his wife for his birthday.   Mrs. Robinson engaged the Art Nouveau Room, College Hall, and an adjoining suite of rooms in the Hotel Astor for a lavish reception, supper and dance.    Among the well-known New Yorkers present were a number of eminent foreigners, including the Italian Consul, Giuseppe Gentile; Brazilian Vice Consul George William Chester; Count and Countess H. A. Jourdan de Couvin; Count Graf; Baroness von Schombert Howlett and Count and Countess Fabri.

A 1912 advertisement made the Lucerne the focal point of the Upper West Side.  The Common Cause June 1912 (copyright expired)

With the outbreak of World War I, one mischievous teen-aged residence of the Lucerne drew press attention.   The New York Times reported on October 26, 1914 “Somebody has been trying to persuade the Standard Arms Manufacturing Company of Wilmington, Del., to give up the manufacture of motor buses, with which it is now chiefly occupied, and return to the making of machine guns which are presumably to be used in the war in Europe.”

The firm, which was controlled by the du Pont family, received a telegram several days earlier signed “G. A. Lewis, Hotel Lucerne, New York” which said the writer would purchased the factory’s entire output of rapid-fire military guns for the next two years.  “It was added that money was no object, as the cash was already in the bank,” said the newspaper.   The writer asked how many guns could be delivered immediately.

The firm’s president, Frederick C. Field, sent a return telegram, saying there were no guns on hand, to which he received a reply saying “high prices would be paid for guns of any kind.”   Field was wary and wanted to know more about the mysterious writer.

A Times reporter telephoned the Hotel Lucerne on October 25 and asked for G. A. Lewis.   He was told there was no “Mr. G. A. Lewis” in the building, but was connected with the apartment of Miss G. A. Lewis.  “A woman who said she was Miss Lewis’s mother answered, and said that Miss Lewis refused to be seen and did not care to discuss the story.”

When Mrs. Lewis was asked if her daughter was buying artillery, she responded that if it were true, it was “only a matter of business, and if she was not it was nobody’s business.”

Later the reporter got in touch with Mr. Lewis who said his daughter “was old enough to engage in business ventures, but said that as far as he knew she was not buying guns for anybody.”  When he was told that his wife refused to comment on the story he replied, “that’s just like a woman.”

A grisly story unfolded in June 1917 surrounding the hotel’s house physician, Dr. Louis Apgar Queen.   The doctor’s brother, William H. Queen, had made a fortune and purchased “the finest farm” in the Flemington, New Jersey area, according to The Sun.  The newspaper described the estate saying “The house was a fine old Colonial dwelling.  The farm is in the highest state of cultivation.”

In May family hired a Lithuanian-born farmhand, Caro Mayworen based on a recommendation by Dr. Queen.  Despite his recommending Mayworen to his brother, the doctor described him as a “sullen, glowering fellow, who resented people looking at him.”  The Sun added that he “is five feet five inches in height, stockily built, swarthy, long black hair and piercing black eyes.  He possessed almost superhuman strength, a fact upon which Mrs. Queen commented.”

That comment happened on June 8 when the woman took an axe to a nearby blacksmith to have a new handle made.  She said “Her new hired man was so strong he broke the old handle the first time he drove it into a log,” related The Sun.

Mrs. Queen returned to the farm with the mended axe.  Later that afternoon Caro Mayworen landed one blow of that axe on the heads of William Queen, his wife, and their daughter Eleanor.  He then set fire to the house and barns.

The following day Dr. Queen left the Hotel Lucerne to help in the mass search for the murderer.  The National Guard, sheriff’s deputies, police and local farmers all joined in the dragnet.

On June 12 Mayworen was spotted by fishermen as he emerged from the woods carrying an axe.  The Philadelphia Evening Public Ledgersaid “soon the swamp was surrounded by hundreds of persons armed with pitchforks and guns.”   Mayworen tried to escape, but was stunned by a blast of birdshot.  Although he tried to defend himself with his axe, he was overpowered by the mob who threatened to lynch him.

It was only when the Sheriff and his deputies drew their handguns on the crowd that they were able to save the prisoner from being hanged in grassroots justice.  He was held in the Flemington jail under heavy security because, as the Ledger reported, “A mob of angry citizens remained nearby through the night waiting for a change to take the prisoner from custody.”

In 1918 the Robinsons were still living here.  With the U.S. now fighting in the war, an unlikely rummage sale was held by The Sun on May 21, 1918.  Animals, including “one Shetland pony, one pig, one drove of elephants (white)” were sold as part of the newspaper’s “Tobacco Fund.”  The proceeds of the white elephants—used clothing, knick-knacks, etc.—and the live animals provided cigarettes to soldiers overseas.

“Among the purchasers was Mrs. Charles Augustine Robinson of 201 West Seventy-ninth street,” said The Sun on May 22, 1918, “who is proud to own ten relatives at the front and says each one of them loves his cigarettes.”

More tragic attention came on the night of September 19, 1919 when resident Jed Prouty, his wife and mother, went for a drive.   Prouty was an actor.  His chauffeur, Charles Sileo, was driving along West 83^rd Street when he had no maneuver between a moving van on the north side of the street and a parked car on the south side.  Suddenly three children darted out from behind the van into the path of Prouty’s automobile.

Six-year old George Black and seven-year old John Hauser were knocked to the pavement.  But ten-year old James Smith was killed.  Prouty took the Hauser boy to the hospital, and then drove to the West 68^thStreet Police Station where he reported the tragedy.

By now Prohibition was in full swing.  The only permitted manufacture of alcohol was for medicinal purposes and prescribed “at the discretion of physicians,” as noted in the New-York Tribune on March 11, 1921.   The lure of professionally-brewed beer was too much for three Hotel Lucerne residents.  On March 10 that year John Baldwin, Max jerkins and Robert Rockwood were held in $20,000 bail for stealing medicinal beer.  

The trio may have gotten away with it had they not been greedy.  The Tribune said “The complainants are William Brandt and Martin Fitzgerald.  They said that the three men sold them thirty barrels of water for $12,600.”

More law-abiding residents at the time were fashion writer Grace Margaret Gould, and Nathan Stern, Vice-president and Director of Stern and Saalberg Realty Company.  The American Elite and Sociologist Blue Booksaid of Stern “He is prominently identified with business and public affairs; and has filled several positions of trust and honor.”

Also in the building in 1922 was Adele Montfort, wife of banker Frank D. Montfort.  The couple had separated and Frank was living in the Waldorf in March that year when Adele sued him for an increased allowance.

The couple’s problems arose, in part, because of Adele’s lavish spending.  Frank complained that she had spent $3,500 on cosmetics within a year and a half (more in the neighborhood of $47,000 today).  When, a few months earlier, the Montforts traveled to Italy, they hired an Italian count to accompany them as a tutor for their son.

Mrs. Montfort complained in court that on the trip her husband had become enraged when she “listened” to the count and so he spanked her.   Frank, on the other hand, called his wife “a social jazzer” and an “extravagant.”

Adele demanded $10,000 a year in alimony—about $130,000 today.  The messy court case prompted headlines in The Evening World:  “Banker Spanked Wife Who Spent $3,500 On Makeup” and “Husband’s Rebuke Was Not for Paint and Powder, But a Count.”

Dr. Louis Apgar Queen was still house physician of the Hotel Lucerne in 1929.  The New York Times said on November 29 that he “had an extensive practice among wealthy patients and had been house physician at the Hotel Lucerne for fifteen years.”  The newspaper also mentioned that he “was subject to heart attacks.”

One attack would end horribly on October 28.  The unmarried doctor was reading the newspaper in an easy chair that morning.  Dressed in his bathrobe, he was smoking a pipe when, it appears, he suffered a stroke.  As he slumped unconscious, his pipe fell to his lap, igniting his robe and newspaper.

By the time smoke was noticed pouring from his window and the door was broken into, the room was ablaze.  Assistant Medical Examiner Robert C. Fisher later attributed the doctor’s death to severe burns, not to a stroke or heart attack.

Throughout the years the Lucerne would continue to attract white collar residents.  Abraham L. Richold, a manufacturer of straw hats was here through the 1920s, and Nathan Stern was still here in 1936. 

In the mid-1950s the Amateur Astronomers Association, Inc. had its headquarters on the 10^th floor of the building.   On April 29, 1957 six members viewed the comet 1956 H from the Lucerne.  The following year the group hosted a free lecture series on astronomy.

That same year Teatro Experimental was in the building.  In September it presented a Spanish language staging of Robert Anderson’s Tea and Sympathy.

Two years later Fidel Castro became Prime Minister of Cuba.  The Communist take-over of the island resulted in a flurry of refugees into America.  Two of them, former police lieutenants Ramon Alpizar and Lorenzo Cancio Crespo ended up living in the Lucerne Hotel.  On October 13, 1961 their hatred of Castro boiled over.

Despite their law enforcement background, Alpizar, 30 years old, and Crespo, 31, entered the Black Angus Restaurant at No. 148 East 15^thStreet around 10:30 in the morning with criminal intentions.  They forced assistant manager Seymour Singer to open a safe at gunpoint and stole $2,200.  They were quickly apprehended.

According to The New York Times “They admitted the hold-up, the police said, and said they wanted money to buy a boat to return to Cuba and fight the Castro Government.”

As the 21^st century dawned, the Lucerne Hotel received a multi-million dollar renovation by the Empire Hotel Group.  According to the hotel’s website “The result is European-inspired architectural charm combined with sophisticated and modern accommodations.”

The conversion to a transient hotel did not alter Harry B. Mulliken’s striking pinkish façade.  Although the exuberant cornice has been diminished, the Lucerne survives as a arresting remnant of the turn-of-the-century Upper West Side.

photographs taken by the author

The 1903 Hotel York -- No. 488 7th Avenue

photo by Nicolas Lemery Nantel / salokin.com

At the turn of the last century the neighborhood north of 34^thStreet and west of Fifth Avenue was a mish-mash of old brick-faced houses and small commercial buildings four or five stories tall.  The millinery and apparel districts had already begun inching northward; but it would be several years before the neighborhood would earn the title of The Garment District.  Instead, now, it was the theaters and entertainment houses around Herald Square that drew the most attention.

But on December 12, 1901 the Pennsylvania Railroad made an announcement that would change the area forever.  The company planned to spent $150 million to join New Jersey and Manhattan with an under-river railroad tunnel terminating in a monumental station facing engulfing Seventh to Eighth Avenues from 31^stStreet to 33^rd Streets—the Pennsylvania Station.

Developers were quick to recognize the potential in the surrounding blocks—soon to be swarming with businessmen and tourists coming and going from the station.  Within the year ground was broken for R. H. Macy’s enormous department store facing 34^thStreet, far above the established shopping district, and brothers James and David Todd laid plans for upscale hotels.

At the time of the Pennsylvania Railroad’s announcement the Doherty brothers, John and William, lived in the house at No. 488 Seventh Avenue.  William was an architect and John earned a living as a mason.  The Dohertys would soon be moving out.

James and David Todd engaged architect Harry B.Mulliken to design the Aberdeen Hotel at No. 17 West 32^nd Street.  Ground was broken in 1902, the same year that Mulliken teamed with Edgar J. Moeller to form the partnership of Mulliken & Moeller.  Perhaps that firm’s firm commission was also for the Todds—another hotel nearby on the side of the Doherty house and its neighbors at the corner of Seventh Avenue and 36^thStreet—the Hotel York.

Completed in 1903 the Hotel York was a standout.  A two story base of rusticated limestone was topped by a third floor of planar stone.  Above this nine stories of red brick and limestone erupted skyward in a profusion of turn-of-the-century architectural ostentation.  A residential wedding cake, the Beaux Arts façade was frosted with carved urns, garlands, cartouches, and grotesques.  Balconies of carved stone or cast iron broke the flat planes

The facade boiled over with carved ornamentation.  photo by Nicolas Lemery Nantel / salokin.com

The Hotel York opened as both a transient and residential hotel.  The lavish public spaces mimicked the exterior with gushing molded plaster festoons and scrollwork, marble columns and expensive carpeting and draperies.  Guests and residents enjoyed amenities like the in-house barber shop.  The hotel’s proximity to the theater district made it an immediate favorite with the acting profession.

The elaborate public rooms were often the scene of formal functions -- photo by Byron Company, from the collection of the Museum of the City of New York http://collections.mcny.org/C.aspx?VP3=SearchResult_VPage&VBID=24UAYWT1G765&SMLS=1&RW=1280&RH=915

Among the first of these was well-known actor E. M. Holland.  In February 1904 the 56-year old was much annoyed with hotel security.  He lived in room 455 on the 10^th floor on and February 7 went to bed with his door open.  According to The Sun the following day, “When he woke up his overcoat, a derby hat and $17 in money were gone.”

Holland dressed for his part as Eben Holden in 1901 -- copyright expired

The newspaper noted that “Holland was pretty sore over his loss.”  His professional pride was perhaps bruised since, at the time, he was playing the great detective Bedford in the play Raffles.

Also living in the hotel at the time were, according to The Sun, “Mrs. Nellie Stevens, an actress out of a job, and her friend, a Miss Goodrich, an actress in better luck.”   In November that year the two women met at the Liberty Theatre to see a play.  Nellie Stevens was running late and tossed her rings into a handkerchief, hoping to save time by putting them on in the hansom cab.

No sooner had she settled into her seat in the theater than she noticed one of her rings—a diamond valued at $400 (about $10,000 today) was missing.  She rushed back to the York Hotel and notified the house detective Andrew Hanley.  He traced the cab back to Sullivan’s Stables on West 35^thStreet; only to find out that in the day or two it took him to track it down the cabbie, James Lawrence, had been laid off.

When Lawrence arrived back at the stables on November 14 to pick up his pay the detective was notified.  He and Mrs. Stevens rushed the one-block distance to confront him.  Lawrence admitted to finding the ring, stuck his hand in his pocket and announced “And here it is.”

“Mrs. Stevens, with a little shriek of joy and gratitude, seized the ring.  She looked at it.  Then she shrieked again.," said The Sun.

It wasn’t her ring.  “This is a phony diamond.  The ring is a ringer, and a poor ringer at that,” she exclaimed.  She pressed charges of grand larceny against cabbie with grand larceny.  But she was out a diamond ring, nevertheless.

Another actress to cross the threshold of the Hotel York was the young and beautiful Evelyn Nesbit.  She had been married to millionaire Harry Kendall Thaw in 1904; however she carried on a dalliance with architect Stanford White.  The affair would end with the renowned architect dead on the floor of his magnificent Madison Square Garden on June 25, 1906, the victim of an enraged husband.

During the murder trial, White’s chauffeur testified to driving Evelyn here and there on certain occasions, including one night in September 1905 when he dropped her off at the Hotel York.

A long, permanent marquee sheltered arriving guests from the elements -- photo by Irving Underhill, from the collection of the Museum of the City of New York http://collections.mcny.org/C.aspx?VP3=SearchResult_VPage&VBID=24UAYWT1G765&SMLS=1&RW=1280&RH=915

On October 26, 1907 the new Italian conductor of the Metropolitan Opera House arrived from Europe and moved into his apartments in the hotel.  The famed conductor would be in friendly surroundings—the Hotel York was a favorite home for many of the opera house’s singers and workers.

Not all the residents, of course, were in the theater.  Mining engineer Thomas R. Marshall lived here in 1907, and earlier that year the hotel had been forced into the awkward situation of evicting a Duke.

In 1904, a day or two following his brother James B. Duke’s wedding, tobacco millionaire Brodie Duke went on a binge of drinking and partying.  The spree lasted for several days and along for the ride much of the time was Alice Webb, whose reputation was not altogether without stain.  On December 19, 1904 the pair was married in the Madison Square Presbyterian Church—although Brodie later denied remembering any of it.

Duke won a divorce decree on March 27, 1906 and a year later Alice was living in the York Hotel.  But on May 2, 1907 the hotel was forced to evict the 38-year old for failing to pay her board.  On Saturday night, two days later, around 9:30 she showed up at the hotel drunk “and was unable to take care of herself,” according to the New-York Tribune.  “She rejected an offer of the clerk who wished to show her to a room, to protect her, and she left the hotel.”

While the Duke name was normally engraved on invitations to the balls and dinners at the highest levels of Manhattan society; that night it would be written in the ledger of the West 38^th Street police station.  Alice Duke was arrested around midnight incapacitated with drink.  “The woman was well dressed.  She wore a big straw hat and big pearl earrings,” said the Tribune.  She had with her “numerous bonds and several thousand dollars of stock of the American Tobacco Company.”

The following year on December 1 the Todds sold the Hotel York to Columbia University professor William M. Sloane for $825,000—a substantial $20 million in today’s dollars.  Seven days later Sloane resold the property to the Stanworth Company of which Sloane was a director.

The English actress Maud Odell, known in the theatrical world as “The $10,000 English beauty,” was staying in the York while playing at the American Theatre in November 1909.  She was terrified when she received a letter threatening to disfigure her face with acid.

“If you do not pay Mr. Mudd $100 on Wednesday following your matinee performance do not be surprised to be shot during your next performance or to have your face marred by acid.  A man will come up to you and say, ‘Have you a package for Mr. Mudd?’  Then you are to turn over to him a package containing 100 iron men.  Do not notify the cops; they will not do you any good.  You will see this insignia in your sleep.”

The unsigned letter bore a sketch of three daggers forming a triangle above a larger dagger.

Police were notified by the theater’s agent and a few days later the actress received a second envelope.  In it was a card with the words “La Signa Monte Secunda” and the triangle of daggers—this time with a numeral 3 in the center.

Understandably, the Edwardian actress became hysterical.  Two detectives were assigned to escort her back and forth between the York Hotel and the theater in a taxi.

After the completion of Pennsylvania Station in 1910, the Hotel York was quick to market its location, a "two minute walk."  The hotel still soared above the neighboring buildings.

The Italian opera singers sometimes upset the harmony of the upscale residence hotel and it all came to a head in April 1911 when singers Didur, Gilly, Pini-Corsi, and Rossi; the chorus master Romel; and the Italian conductor Signor Podesti were told to leave.  Both Podesti and Didur lived in suites with their wives; the others were single.  Trouble came when the conductor’s wife tried to scrimp by cooking Italian dishes in their rooms.

“The Italian singers, being of a thrifty disposition, did not eat at the hotel, but preferred the restaurants run by their own countrymen, where they could get macaroni and spaghetti flavored with the grated cheese and washed down with flasks of red chianti," explained The New York Times.

That was all well and good until Signora Podesi bought a chafing dish and, according to the newspaper, “prepared with a spoonful of butter, a grating of full-flavored cheese, an onion, grated bread crumbs and a strong suspicion of garlic, suppers for herself and spouse.  The odor of this dish spread along the corridor, it is said, to the rooms occupied by a learned professor from Chicago.  He protested that the perfume of the onion disturbed him.”

Hotel management informed the conductor that cooking in the rooms was forbidden.  Repeatedly.  Each time Signor Podesti would bow and apologize and his wife would go on cooking.  It ended with everyone associated with the Metropolitan Opera Company receiving letters of eviction.

Podesti and his wife, carrying her Pekingese toy dog Winki under her arm, stormed into the office of the Met’s press agent.  The agent was already in stress because Caruso could not sing that night.  Mrs. Podesti lamented that they would sleep on the street and her husband waved the eviction notice in the air.

While “the Italians held an indignation meeting around him,” the agent phoned Jay G. Wilbraham, resident manager of the York Hotel.  The agent heard of garlic and onion odors and complaining guests; Wilbraham heard of the long-term happy relationship the Met had with the York.  In the end the troupe was allowed to stay “if Signora Podesti stopped cooking in her room.”  The tempest in the pasta pot was allayed.

Perhaps the hotel's most poignant story played out in 1922 when the former stage star Rose Coghlan checked in to the Hotel York for the last time.  One of the best known actresses in America for over 50 years, she reminisced about her glory days in the 1880s and ‘90s on April 7, 1922 “Lord! How fine I used to think myself with my little old one-horse barouche and my $25-a-month coachman here in gay New York.  I really felt quite grand as I drove through Central Park and returned the bows of the society elite.  I used to board the horse in a livery stable.  His name was Pete.  I wonder what’s become of the poor chap.”

Now, at 70 years of age, she was penniless.  Theater folk heard of her plight and sent checks—David Belsaco’s was for $100.  Telling a reporter that she was suffering “a temporary embarrassment,” she sat in the bed and laughed “The ‘financial whirl’ got me.  It gets the best of us, especially we women of the stage.”

The New-York Tribune described her rooms in the York as “sunny quarters on an upper floor.”  The newspaper said “The veteran actress, suffering from a nervous breakdown, wept as she extolled the generosity of her friends in helping her get these new and comfortable quarters.”

After recollecting her days of stardom she cautioned “Don’t imagine I’m repining, though.  I’m not.  My friends are dear, the kindest and best of friends.  My daughter is the dearest and most capable of daughters.  Without her I’d have been poor indeed.  Now I’m rich.”  She wiped a tear from her eye and continued, “I’m rich because the sort of folk I always wished to have love me still do.  That, I assert, is fortune enough.”

Rose Coghlan and her husband, Charles, perform in the 1894 play Lady Barter.  Photograph by Byron Company, from the collection of the Museum of the City of New York http://collections.mcny.org/C.aspx?VP3=SearchResult_VPage&VBID=24UAYWT937VB&SMLS=1&RW=1280&RH=915

Rose’s daughter was there to take the aged actress to her home on Long Island.  Her mother told the reporter “You mustn’t think I’m living in the past, though.  I’m going back to the stage.  In a few months with the sunlight and the lovely outdoors I’ll be myself again.  It isn’t in me to be an invalid…In three months from now I’ll be kicking up my heels like a schoolgirl—just like a schoolgirl—just..”  And in the middle of her sentence the elderly woman who had brought audiences to their feet for decades had fallen asleep.

In 1925 the hotel was renovated to accommodate stores at street level.  Throughout the next few decades fewer and fewer of the theatrical crowd would live here as newer hotels opened closer to Times Square—now the undisputed center of the theater area. 

With the entertainment district gone, the Garment District took over.  By the 1960s the York Hotel was occupied mostly by traveling salesmen.  Only two floors of the hotel were now rented for guests; the rest having been taken over by garment salesmen as would-be showrooms, especially during market weeks.  The salesmen and buyers who managed to get one of the rooms for sleeping would pay $15.65 for a single with bath.

In March 1968 a young designer took room 613 in order to market his first collection—a total of nine designs.  It was Calvin Klein’s foot in the door of the Seventh Avenue fashion industry. 

A modern glass marquee stretches the near-length of the first floor. photo by Nicolas Lemery Nantel / salokin.com

In 1986 Martin Swartzman & Partners purchased the 12-story building and commissioned architect Costas Kondylis to converted it to mixed commercial and residential space.  Completed in 1986 the former hotel opened with 108 rental apartments.

Although the street level has been brutalized with unsympathetic storefronts and an out-of-place green glass marquee; the grand 1903 former hotel—once home to actresses and divas—still drips with Edwardian decoration.

photo by Nicolas Lemery Nantel / salokin.com