Dr. Hale was often in the New York newspapers for having too many cats.

Dr. Hale and his wife Louisa often appeared in the New York newspapers for having too many cats.

Part I: Guilty of Having Too Many Cats

Many people ask me how I find all the stories for my Hatching Cat blog. One of the things I often do is search for keywords in the old newspaper archives that are available online.

For this story, I searched for news articles about “too many cats.” I came across this gem about Dr. William Henry Hale, the superintendent of Brooklyn’s public baths who got into some hot water with his wife and the law during several incidents involving too many cats between 1909 and 1917.

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Harry Frees

This photo has nothing to do with Bellevue Hospital, but I just love all of Harry Frees’ animal photos from the early 1900s.

Miss Lillie James had a lot of cats. She adored her pets, but her extreme affection for them eventually took over her life. Soon she could do nothing but worry that her feline companions would abandon her or die. Her sister, Miss Leia James, told the doctors at Bellevue Hospital that Lillie had been driven crazy by her cats.

Miss Lillie James was literally, in fact, the proverbial crazy cat lady.

It sounds funny at first, but unfortunately this story has a tragic ending. Because Miss Lillie really did have a health issue that caused her to become mentally unstable.

And in the late 1800s, all the doctors could do was admit her–but not her cats (as she had insisted)–to the Insane Pavilion at Bellevue Hospital.

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From 1973 to 2006, CBGB (aka CBGBs) occupied 315 Bowery on the Lower East Side.

From 1973 to 2006, CBGB (aka CBGBs) occupied 315 Bowery on the Lower East Side. The place was small and grungy, but some of the greatest bands of the 70s and 80s made their U.S. debut here.

“This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
This ain’t no fooling around
This ain’t no Mudd Club, or CBGB
I ain’t got time for that now”–Life During Wartime, Talking Heads

In its heyday during the 1970s, the famous grungy dive bar at 315 Bowery called CBGB was like a second home to bikers, junkies, prostitutes, and inebriates (the bar was next to the Palace Hotel, which was reportedly the largest flophouse for homeless men in Manhattan). It was also the birthplace of some of the greatest punk and alternative rock bands in New York City.

At CBGBs, bands and singers such as the Talking Heads, Ramones, Police, and Patti Smith made their U.S. debuts, sometimes before a small audience of about 10 people (mostly the band member’s girlfriends or boyfriends). I still enjoy listening to the music of many of these bands today, but I also love the fact that 100 years before CBGB opened its doors, many beautiful song birds displayed their singing talents at 315 Bowery, when it was the second home for William Frederick Messenger, a founding member of the New York Canary Bird Fanciers Association.

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The headline about Captain M'Cullagh's dog in the New York Herald on February 4, 1885.

Captain John H. McCullagh’s dog took a few bites at Concordia Hall that disagreed with the hound — New York Herald, February 4, 1885.

In a recent post, I wrote about Mrs. Arthur Murray Dodge, an anti-feminist who cared deeply for children and stray cats, but who strongly opposed the women’s suffragist movement. This following animal tale of Old New York features a woman named Miss Block, a German feminist whom I’m certain was strongly in favor of giving women the right to vote.

Take special note of the anti-politically correct language used by the reporter for the New York Herald, and also note the attitude of the police captain and sergeant. Then just imagine if Twitter and other social medial platforms had been available a century ago!

“Last evening, about seven o’clock, some thirty fat, chubby looking German ladies assembled in the second story front of No. 414 East Fourth Street. Singly timid and harmless, collectively they constitute the formidable and combustible body which goes by the name of the Women’s Socialistic League—Sozialistischer Frauenbund.”—New York Herald, February 4, 1885

 

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Brownie Gavan lived at 3033 Godwin Terrace with my grandmother Virginia Gavan and my father Roger Gavan from about 1944 to 1954.

Brownie Gavan lived at 3033 Godwin Terrace in the Kingsbridge section of the Bronx from about 1942 to 1954. He was the beloved pet of my father, Roger Gavan.

Happy Fathers’ Day, Dad! This story is for you. I hope you enjoy reading about the fascinating history of your childhood home.

(To my regular readers: The following story is quite long, but it is a gift to my father, so I put a lot of time and content into it. I hope you get a chance to read it all when you have the time.)

 

3033 Godwin Terrace, 1929

In July 1929, Mrs. Catherine Kirschoff was murdered in her bathroom during a robbery at her apartment in the brand-new apartment building at 3033 Godwin Terrace in the Kingsbridge section of the Bronx. Her husband Fred discovered her fully-clothed body in the bathtub. A large rope hung from her neck.

Mrs. Catherine Kirschoff was murdered in her new apartment at 3033 Godwin Terrace in 1929.

Mrs. Catherine Kirschoff, 55, was murdered in at 3033 Godwin Terrace in 1929.

Police first ruled it a suicide, but after discovering numerous bruises on her body, and learning that several pieces of jewelry, including two diamond rings, were missing, they confirmed she had been strangled to death during a robbery gone very bad.

A few residents told police they had seen a man going door-to-door and asking residents if they wanted their windows washed. Several descriptions of the man were broadcast, but he was never apprehended.

Fifteen years later, in 1944, another person (or perhaps persons) tried to burglarize a top-floor rear apartment at 3033 Godwin Terrace. The burglars were not successful.

They were scared away by Brownie Gavan’s loud barks from the fire escape before they could cause any real damage or steal anything from the apartment building where my dad, Roger, lived with my grandparents John and Virginia Gavan.

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