Back by popular demand for the dog lovers and the cat people who also love dogs!
In the late 1800s and early 1900s, Pomeranians, terriers, bulldogs, and other small breeds were extremely popular with socialites of the “fairer sex” and starlets of stage and screen. Pet dogs were as much a status symbol for these wealthy ladies as were their diamonds and furs. Many women of the Gilded Age loved their dogs more than they loved their children or husbands.
Join me and the Boonton Public Library on a virtual tour of Old New York as I share fascinating and hilarious stories of wealthy and eccentric women and the pampered pooches they adored. Hear about:
The spoiled monkey griffon responsible for America’s first doggie day care at the Plaza Hotel
The French poodle with a $1 million dog yard on Fifth Avenue
The terrier that inspired Margaret Wise Brown’s last children’s picture book
The pug reportedly buried with her humans at Green-Wood Cemetery—and more!
Fun for dog lovers and New York City history fans alike!
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On this day in history, the business district of Huntington, Long Island, was reportedly “much disturbed” by a strange phenomenon “which was without precedent in the annals of local tradition or the memory of the oldest inhabitant.” According to The New York Times and Brooklyn Times Union, on that day, it rained cats in front of the Brush Block building on Main Street and New York Avenue.
The first person to notice the cats was James Madison Brush, president of the Bank of Huntington, and co-owner of the Brush Block building, where he also ran a general store. James was going about his business as usual when he noticed that his store was suddenly filled with feline customers of all shapes, sizes, and colors.
As James began leading the cats back outside, he was amazed to find the street filled with cats! For every cat he drove out of the store, 15 more rushed in. He told a reporter from the Brooklyn Times Union that he couldn’t walk anywhere without stepping on a cat.
Soon, every businessman in the neighborhood was hard at work chasing the cats out of their stores. Customers of the human kind could do nothing but walk cautiously along the sidewalk as the men used brooms to sweep cats out and hold others at bay. For more than an hour, the community was engaged in hunting out, dislodging, and pursuing the feline invaders.
Although no one could say exactly how many cats there were, “Everybody was sure that the meteorological eccentricities of the season had culminated at last in a downpour such as had never before occurred, even on Long Island, where the air is likely at any time to yield strange things.”
Showers of toads, grasshoppers, small snakes, and fish were not infrequent in Huntington, but a downpour of cats led to all kinds of superstitions. Soon, everyone was calling their friends in other towns to ask, “Is it raining cats with you?”
Just as soon as the cats appeared, they all seemed to disappear. So, how were the people of Huntington to prove that they had not all gone cat crazy?
According to The New York Times, James had captured and kept one cat, thinking he could use it as evidence. But many argued that one cat was not enough to prove that it had rained cats on Main Street. (The cat ended up winning over James, who decided to keep the cat for his store.)
Real estate men suggested various schemes for using the phenomenon as a way of promoting the sale of lots in town. However, there was serious doubt that a reputation for having a deluge of cats would be to the town’s advantage, even if it was the only town in the world where such a thing had happened.
Cashier Conklin Lets the Cat of the Bag
Finally, it was Douglas Conklin, the cashier at the Bank of Huntington, who let the cat out of the bag. He told everyone that he had seen four men drive up Main Street in a wagon containing filled bags. The men drove down a side street, where they opened the bags and released the cats. Then they drove away.
Douglas said he did not know the men, but when he realized they were pulling a big practical joke on the town, he played along and remained quiet. It is not known where the cats went after they disappeared from the streets, but we can only hope that they all had homes to return to.
As the newspapers noted, the men obviously spent a lot of time and some money gathering all the cats (and how did they get them into the bags?!). It was surmised that they “exhausted the available cat supply of half a dozen Long Island towns.”
I’m wondering if these weren’t some of the excess postal cats that the New York City post office used to ship by mail bags to other post office sub-stations when the feline population got out of control…
The Brush Block Building
During the mid-1800s, the block on the south side of Main Street east of New York Avenue was occupied by a row of wood frame buildings. The general store owned by James Brush and his brother-in-law Henry S. Brush was in the two-story corner building (an attorney named Thomas Young rented the second floor). Next was the Bank of Huntington, a stationery store owned by Edward C. Grumman, and George F. Barr’s jewelry store.
At the end of what was called the Brush block was the post office; the law offices of Charles R. Street, who was also the postmaster, occupied rooms above the post office. To the east of this block of buildings were the carriage factory of Ebenezer Jarvis, James B. Scudder’s harness shop, and the Second Presbyterian Church.
On September 12, 1888, a large fire destroyed all the buildings along Main Street from New York Avenue to the Second Presbyterian Church. Henry and James quickly erected a new, three-story Brush Block building on the site, which was then one of the largest buildings in Huntington.
The building still exists, although it no longer has a third floor (part of the floor was removed in 1927 and the other part in 1937).
James Madison Brush
James Madison Brush, the son of James Madison Brush and Sarah Downing, was born on the old family farm at Old Fields (now Greenlawn) on November 20, 1845. Fifth in a family of 12 children, he was a descendant of Richard Brush, who settled in West Neck after emigrating from England in 1672.
Following his schooling at the local district school, Brush worked with Captain John Dickerson in his country store at Centerport for several years. After attending business college in Poughkeepsie, New York, he worked as a clerk in the general store of Rogers, Sammis and Scudder in the Village of Huntington.
In 1875, James and his brother-in-law, Supervisor Henry S. Brush, started a general store on Main Street in Huntington, which brought the men much success. Ten years later, he organized the private bank of James M. Brush & Co., which was later merged into the Bank of Huntington. Brush served as president of this bank until his death.
Brush died on January 29, 1902, following a diabetic incident at his home. He was survived by his wife, Emma, his daughter, Emma, and several siblings.
At the time of his death, Frederick Brush took over the eastern half of the family farm.
One of the many positive things I have been doing during the COVID-19 pandemic is watching The Alienist, which is set in 1896 New York City. I’ve also been watching various old and classic movies also set in Manhattan. In addition to favorites such as West Side Story and Breakfast at Tiffany’s, I discovered a 1915 silent film called Regeneration, which was co-written and directed by Raoul Walsh.
I was pleased to find the complete film online. I was even happier to discover that the film starred several cats and one dog. Having written about Elizabeth Kingston, who rented cats from her Richmond Hill, Queens cattery to film studios during this same time period, I immediately wondered if any of the cats in this film were from her Kingston Kattery.
Cited as one of the first full-length gangster films, Regeneration tells the story of Owen, a poor orphan who is forced into a life of poverty after his mother dies. Using three actors of various ages, the film portrays Owen’s journey from his young life with abusive adoptive parents to his teenage years working on the docks and his adult years controlling the mob. One of the most memorable scenes–other than the cat and dog scenes–is a fire aboard an excursion ferry, much like the General Slocum disaster of 1904.
Regeneration was shot on location in New York City’s Lower East Side (down on the docks and the Bowery), and, in addition to several cats and one dog, the film used real prostitutes, gangsters, and homeless people as extras. It was the first film produced by Fox Film Corporation (a forerunner of the 20th Century Fox) and was released on September 13, 1915, to critical acclaim.
Pets and animals were apparently a recurring theme in Walsh’s films. The majority of his many films featured dogs, but lions, horses, monkeys, seals, birds, and elephants also made appearances. In addition to Regeneration, cats had cameo roles in The Strawberry Blonde, and lions and tigers were featured in The Thief of Baghdad and Esther and the King.
Reporting on the feline film stars of the Kingston Kattery in 1916, The New York Sun said:
“These cats have been in more motion picture shows than most of the actors, and their acting reaps a nice harvest for their owner. They don’t get rattled when the camera man begins to grind, and seem to enjoy posing.” According to Miss Kingston, her tabbies “registered very well” (showed well on the screen), they photographed beautifully when it came to close-ups, and “they never turn a hair in the most thrilling of scenes and stunts.”
The Cats of The Alienist
As an aside, if you enjoy psycho-killer movies (my favorite genre), have a strong stomach, and want to journey back in time to gritty Old New York in full color, I highly recommend this series. My husband and I binge-watched Season 1 in three days, and I can’t wait to delve into Season 2.
Not only does it bring 19th-century New York to life, but, like Regeneration, it also features some cameo cats (albeit, the scenes are gruesome, to say the least). My husband and I now look for cats in every episode. I must admit, though, I was quite disappointed that the scenes depicting Bellevue Hospital did not feature any cats. The director should have read my blog or consulted me first….just saying.
The story of Caroline G. Ewen begins in the summer of 1890, when five women decided to devote their lives to improving the lives of city cats and dogs. They formed the Society to Befriend Domestic Animals, and set out to find the perfect house to rent in a remote part of the city so as to not disturb the neighbors. They found such a place in Washington Heights, on Amsterdam Avenue between 185th and 187th Street.
Their mission was “to provide shelter and food for the homeless and maltreated animals; to secure painless death for animals rendered decrepit by accident or incurable ailment; to secure through educative agencies the repression of all forms of cruelty to animals.”
All was fine and well for homeless cats until 1893, when the women were forced to leave the dilapidated farmhouse. Without a shelter to house the animals, they turned to another method to help “save” the feline population of New York City–mercy killing via chloroform.
Armed with catnip, airtight baskets lined with oilcloth, and sponges saturated in chloroform, up to 20 volunteers would roam the streets late at night to “save the souls” of the homeless cats. They called themselves the Midnight Band of Mercy. Their main benefactor and volunteer was Caroline Ewen, the wealthy daughter of Civil War Brigadier General John Ewen and his wife, Maria.
Although several of the women were eventually arrested, and the Midnight Band of Mercy was disbanded, Caroline continued saving cats in a slightly more humane way–this time via cat hoarding at her home.
Caroline Ewen and Her 80 to 180 Cats
In August 1904, two of Caroline’s neighbors at 103 and 107 East 101st Street petitioned the Board of Health regarding the nightly concerts of 80 or more fat and sassy cats sheltered in the woman’s three-stone brownstone at 105 East 101st Street. “It is not that we object to Miss Ewan’s humane impulses in caring for all the stray and homeless felines of the neighborhood, but the noise of her pets is something wonderful,” the petitioners said. “It is enough to drive a strong man with a newly-signed pledge in the pocket to drink.”
According to petitioners Jacob Thorman and J. Kaplan, “There are bass cats and soprano cats, tenor cats and contraite cats, but there is no feline to drill them and make them sing in unison or harmony. I am fond of good music, but I do not consider eighty cats singing in eighty keys and eighty kinds of time good music.”
Reportedly, Caroline had moved into the home a year prior. At that time, she had only three cats and three servants. But then she made an offer to the little neighborhood boys that they couldn’t refuse: for every stray, hungry, and homeless feline they brought her, she would pay them ten cents. In return, they had to pledge to be kind to all living creatures and to protect them from cruelty.
Here is the wording that was on the back of pledge card, which also featured a picture of a dog and cat fraternizing. Every boy with a cat received a dime and this card:
In addition to what one neighbor described as “mangy cats,” some of the boys also brought her well-fed kitties that already had homes. So, Caroline had to remind them that she would only pay for homeless cats. By the summer of 1904, Caroline Ewen had anywhere from 80 to 180 cats, as estimated by her neighbors.
According to The Sun, one of Caroline’s aims was to reform bad street cats by bringing them indoors and introducing them to “the joys of gentle domesticity.” To prevent the indoor cats from falling out the windows, Caroline put screens in all her windows.
After restoring the cats to good health, she looked for families to adopt them. Dewey, an all-white cat who looked like “an admiral on the quarter-deck,” was one such former wicked kitty who had learned good manners.
Caroline wouldn’t say how many cats she had, but she did admit she had a lot. She also said that she refused to listen to her neighbor’s complaints, and would continue to rescue and care for starving and homeless cats as long as she wished and without regard to how her neighbors felt about it.
Well, it wasn’t long before a health inspector from the Board of Health showed up at Caroline’s house. At first he told the neighbors there was nothing he could do, but when they all threatened to move if he didn’t deal with their complaints, he told the cat lover that she would have to move.
“Yes, I expect to move,” she told a reporter from The Sun. “I shall go somewhere on the West Side, where my friends are, and where people can sympathize with my love for cats. What harm do my cats do anybody?”
I’m not sure where Caroline Ewen ended up next, but by 1910 she was living at 23 West 86th Street, just to the west of Central Park. In those days, Central Park was a haven for stray cats and dogs, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they ate many of their meals at Caroline’s house.
Brigadier General John Ewen
Caroline Ewen was one of four children of John Ewen, a brigadier general in New York State’s National Guard during the Civil War.
Ewen, a civil engineer by trade, took part in surveying and laying out the village of Williamsburg in Brooklyn. During his illustrious career he also served as the chief engineer for the New York and Harlem Railroad, as New York City’s Street Commissioner and, later, as Comptroller. He was subsequently elected president of the Pennsylvania Coal Company (the hamlet of Port Ewen, New York, where the company had a coal depot, was named for him).
During the 1840s, John and his brother Daniel established their country estates on about 150 acres that were once part of the Frederick Van Cortlandt estate in the Bronx (then Westchester County), between Kingsbridge and Riverdale. When John Ewen died at the age of 67 in 1877, Caroline and her two sisters–Louise and Eliza–inherited about $1 million from their father.
Caroline Ewen Bequeaths Her Estate to Stray Cats
Caroline Ewen died at the age of 73 on April 12, 1913, at her home at 45 West 92nd Street. According to several newspapers, her will stipulated that all but $500 of her personal holdings (cash and real estate totaling about $300,000) go to various societies dedicated to serving homeless and suffering dogs, cats, and other animals in New York, Boston, Philadelphia, London, Rome, Naples, and the Island of Madeira.
Some of the beneficiaries included the Humane Society of New York City, the Animal Rescue League of Boston, and the “Cat’s House” in London (aka, The London Institution for Lost and Starving Cats).
Unfortunately, some of these agencies provided only temporary shelter for cats born outside of the aristocratic class before killing them with chloroform. According to the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, for example, the announcement that the Ewen estate had bequeathed $50,000 to the London cat house caused quite a flutter of excitement among the nurses who worked at this facility, but the cats may not have been so joyful:
“Altogether, there is quite a noticeable change in the conduct of the ordinary London cat since the news of this remarkable legacy reached this side. He evidently realizes that a substantial bank balance at the Institution means a curtailment of his liberty and an earlier consignment to the lethal chamber unless he is able to carry about with him evidence of a distinguished pedigree.”
The Ewen Family Estate Goes to the Cats and Dogs
Three years after Caroline died, her sister Eliza offered five acres of her portion of the family estate to the New York City Parks Commissioner, Borough of the Bronx. The deal was that the city had to create a park called Ewen Park in honor of her father, and Eliza had to be allowed to live in her house and have full use of the buildings and grounds until she died. The park was designed in 1935, following her death.
In October 1921, a year after the death of Louise Ewen, 162 lots along the Spuyten Duyvil Parkway (now Manhattan College Parkway), 231st Street, Riverdale Avenue, and adjacent thoroughfares were sold at auction. The sale marked the breaking down of a major barrier in the development of Riverdale by opening a tract of land that had been held by the Ewens and two other families for nearly 250 years.
Per the wills of Caroline and Louise, more than half of the proceeds from the auction sale–$50,000–was donated to the same humane societies that benefited from Caroline’s personal inheritance when she died in 1913.
Several people contested the sisters’ wills, including nephew John Ewen (Eliza’s son), and Otto von Koenitz, an ex-convict and much younger ex-husband of Louise who had once falsely claimed that he was a baron (very long, complex story). The court held the wills of both sisters were valid.
By the way, I do not know how many cats Caroline had when she died, but I do know that her sister Louise adopted her beloved cat, Petie. As the story goes, Caroline was going to have Petie euthanized when she died to prevent him from being mistreated; instead, he lived another seven years with Louise. He was euthanized and buried alongside Louise after she died in January 1920 at her home at 151 West 86th Street.
Now, if only I knew where Louise was buried. There is a Ewen family buried at Old St. Raymond’s Cemetery in the Bronx, but looking at the dates on the gravestone, it appears to be a different family. So this is a still a mystery…
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Catch a tiger by the toe If he hollers let him go, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Many of my readers have asked me how I find all the stories posted on the Hatching Cat. I discover most of my animal tales in the pages of old newspapers. Sometimes, however, one of my readers leads me to a great story.
The following big-cat story came to my attention during my recent correspondence with Bob Singleton, executive director of the Greater Astoria Historical Society. When Bob mentioned that a tiger once escaped from a circus in Woodside, I just had to dig more into this tale.
The Tiger Escapes
On May 8, 1939–34 years after 10 elephants terrorized the Woodside neighborhood after escaping from the Ruhe Wild Animal Farm–a 400-pound tiger named Colonel (or Duke) escaped from his wooden crate near the Madison Square Garden Bowl on Northern Boulevard in Woodside, Queens.
According to the Brooklyn Daily Eagle, the escape took place at about 5:30 a.m., while the cage was being unloaded from a railroad car to the circus lot. The entire Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey Circus, including a large menagerie and about 2,800 performers, had traveled to Queens in 80 railroad cars for the one-week engagement.
Ringling Brothers had opened its 1939 season in April with performances at Madison Square Garden in Manhattan. In Queens, the circus selected a lot adjacent to the Madison Square Garden Bowl on Northern Boulevard at 45th Street to erect its big top.
It’s not clear whether the tiger was actually with the circus, or if he was even scheduled to perform with the circus. According to The New York Times, the tiger was being shipped to Frank Buck’s jungle camp in Massapeaqua, Long Island. During the night, he chewed through the wooden slats and then slammed his way out of the weakened timber crate.
At approximately 5:35 a.m., a milk truck driver called police headquarters. “Do believe me. I have not been drinking,” he reportedly said. “But I have just seen a tiger. Three men are after it.”
Radio police cars from the Hunter’s Point Emergency Squad and Astoria police precinct responded immediately to the scene of the escape. They joined Roy Chorister, who worked with the tigers and was thus the best man to lead the search team.
As they made their way down Northern Boulevard, Chorister begged Sgt. James Sullivan and the other policemen not to shoot the tiger with their rifles. He assured them that he would be able to get Colonel back in his cage without trouble.
The Tiger is Captured
It did not take long for the men to capture Colonel, but the details vary, depending on the newspaper.
According to the Brooklyn Daily Eagle (which called the tiger Duke), the men found the tiger in a lot behind the Woodside car barns (New York and Queens Railroad Company trolley barn). On page two of the Daily News, it was also reported that Chorister and the police found the tiger “peacefully wandering about behind the Woodside car barns.”
However, in the same edition of the Daily News, on page 27, the photo captions state that the men captured the tiger in the backyard of 38-29 Woodside Avenue, which was a private residence. Maybe the tiger spent some time checking out the trolley barn before heading over to Woodside Avenue.
Several out-of-state newspapers said it took about 60 men armed with nets, poles, and guns to capture the tiger. The New York Times reported that the tiger was captured after he leapt onto a tree behind a two-story brick house at 38-23 53rd Street.
On May 14, five days after the great escape, the Brooklyn Daily Eagle reaffirmed that the tiger had made his way about six blocks east down Northern Boulevard and a few blocks south over the railroad tracks to the backyard of Woodside Avenue. “The tiger’s gone in the driveway at 38-29 Woodside Ave.,” came a police report at 5:45 a.m.
The noise of the tiger’s roars and the men’s shouts woke the occupants living in the house–Mr. Agoston (Gus) Mazzari, his wife, and five children.
Mr. Mazzari told the reporter that although the family was surprised by the rude awakening, they were not in the least afraid. After all, he told the newspaper, it was only one tiger.
The day after the escape, the circus opened in the first air-conditioned big top in history.
(By the way, the Brooklyn Daily Eagle got it right and The New York Times was wrong: According to the 1949 federal census, Agostin Mazzari lived at 38-29 Woodside Avenue, not on 53rd Street.)
The Madison Square Garden Bowl
Although the Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey Circus took place in a big tent, the tent was pitched next to the Madison Square Garden Bowl.
Located between 45th and 48th Streets and Northern Boulevard, this large sports arena was the folly of boxing promoter George L. “Tex” Rickard, who founded the New York Rangers. Ground for the 72,000-seat arena was broken in 1929—the year Rickard died—and it was completed in 1932.
The arena primarily hosted circuses and boxing matches; something called midget auto racing also took place there. It was here, in fact, that James J. Braddock defeated Max Baer for the World Heavyweight title on June 13, 1935—a fight later featured in Cinderella Man. During the winter months, the snow-covered bowl made a great place for children to go sledding.
The Madison Square Garden Bowl was torn down in 1942-43 to make way for a US Army Mail Depot. Metal from the stadium was melted down to make bullets and other war materials, including those to build the mail facility. The depot was torn down in the 1960s, and the area is now occupied by car dealerships and a strip mall.
Kangaroos and Tigers
Incidentally, a baby kangaroo escaped from the Prospect Park Zoo in Brooklyn on the same day that Colonel the tiger escaped in Queens. The kangaroo was found hopping along Eastern Parkway.
More than 60 years later, in August 2004, a Bengal tiger named Apollo escaped from the Cole Brothers Circus in Forest Park and caused a multi-car accident on the Jackie Robinson Parkway. This tiger was also captured safely and returned to his cage.