Monday, November 14, 2016

Percival Apartments - 230 W 42nd Street NYC - 1883



Source: NY Daily Graphic 15 Jan 1883




The above is a picture of an apartment house or private residence for bachelors which has recently been erected on the plot of land. Nos. 288 to 232 West Forty-second street, and is known as " The Percival." The structure was designed by and built under the supervision of the noted architects, McKim, Mead and White, who seem to have exhausted all the resources of their craft in their efforts to make it as perfect as possible, and according to the orders of the owner to spare no expense in making the building complete and attractive in every way. The building is five stories high, of brick and stone and has a frontage of 75 feet on Forty-second street and is 65 feet in depth, and there is a large sunny yard in the rear. Its interior, arrangements are admirable in every particular having forty suites of apartments, each suite comprising sitting-room, bedroom and bathroom, finished plainly and substantially and the floors are three inches thick, of Georgia pine, laid in narrow strips and deadened. 

The plumbing was done by contract, given to the highest bidder, and in excess of reguirements of the Board of Health, and has been pronounced as a masterly piece of thorough sanitary and artistic plumbing, each trap being ventilated to the roof. Open fireplaces are in most of the rooms, also speaking tubes and electric bells to the Superintendent's office. The building is heated by steam, and an elevator will run day and night. 

The cooking arrangements are in the basement, and breakfast can be served by the Superintendent to the tenants in their rooms. Picture strips are on all the walls, and there is a private staircase for servants, and also a lift for coal, trunks etc, and a closet is provided in the cellar for each suite of rooms for coal, wood, etc, and a trunk room for storage at the top of the bouse. Gas fixtures will be placed throughout. The rooms are let unfurnished, from year to year, all leases expiring out the first day of October, and service is included in the rent. 

In short, the Percival offers all the comforts and attractions that are possible to those who have to live in lodgings, as it has the refinement and good service of a private house with the freedom of a hotel; and being altogether a well arranged building, should be seen by those bachelors who desire to live quietly and comfortably. The situation is convenient, being near Broadway and within two or three blocks of the St. Cloud and Rossmore hotels, the Sixth and Ninth avenue Elevated stations, the Casino and Alcazar, Delmonico's and the Brunswick, right in the heart of the city. 













234 West 42nd Street – 1924 – Photograph by Wurts Bros. (New York, N.Y.) - From the Collections of the Museum of the City of New York 

(The above mis-labled I think as 234 W 42nd Street unless new street numbers assigned over time for the Percival Apartments, scraped in this 1924 photo of the previous McKim, Mead & Whites designed exterior decorative work.)


Later life of the building as a night club. http://www.jazzageclub.com/the-magnificent-murrays-roman-gardens/453/
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Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Trump – Short Fingered Vulgarian – Jerry Schwartz Associated Press 21 Feb 1989






Source: The Recorder, Greenfield Mass, Tuesday, February 21, 1989


Donald Trump: hero or a 'short-fingered vulgarian'?
By JERRY SCHWARTZ

Associated Press

NEW  YORK  — Donald  Trump  can  buy  hotels,  he 
can  buy  football  teams,  he  can  buy  casinos  and  air-
lines.

But he can't  buy  respect.

Spy  magazine  calls  him  a  "short-fingered   vulgari-
an."  Cartoonist  Berke  Breathed  takes  Trump's  brain 
and  installs  it  in  the  skull  of  Bill  the  Cat,  the  foul  fe-
line   of   "Bloom   County,"   A  Daily   News   columnist  
writes  that  when  she  needs  cheering  up,  she  watches 
"Donald Trump do something  silly."
 
The  Stand  Up  New  York  comedy  club devoted  a 
night   to  ridiculing  Trump.  For   two   hours, comics  
drew  laughter  with  readings  from  "Trump:  The  Art 
of  the  Deal"  and  took  their  own  potshots  — suggest-
ing,  for  example,  that  he  bought a Parisian  landmark 
and renamed  it the "Arc de Trump."

The  43-year-old  billionaire  does  not  believe  he  de-
serves  this  tidal  wave  of  derision,  which  rises  along 
with  its  success  and prominence.  But Trump  — who
declined to be interviewed — thinks he understands  it.

"Those  Who don't  like me  don't  know  me,  and  have 
never  met me," he  told  Time  magazine.  "My  guess  is 
that they dislike me out  of jealousy."

Not  so,  say  Trump's  detractors.  They  dislike  him 
on merits.

"He's just  an  everyday  slob  with  too  much  money, 
he just  doesn't  have  enough taste to  keep  his name 
off of things," said  Breathed.

The   sequence   about   Trump's   transplanted  cere-
brum,  Breathed  said,  is  born  of  his  conviction  that 
Trump  "looks  too smooth and polished  on  the  outside, 
he should look like Bill the Cat. 

Trump  is  no  stranger  to  the  funny  pages,  he  also 
appeared  within  the  past  year  in  "Doonesbury."  Gar-
ry  Trudeau  showed  Trump  tossing  casino  chips  from 
the  deck  of  his 282-foot  yacht,  the  Trump Princess,  to 
small  boats  below. This  obviously  was  not  the  "quali-
ty" jmage Trump wants to project.

"I  did pretty  well in school, but  for  the  life  of  me,   I  
really can’t  understand  what  'Doonesbury'  is  about." 
Trump  has  said.  He suggested  Trudeau’s  wife,  televi-
sion's  Jane  Pauley,  "has  a  lot  more  talent  than  he 
does."

Critics have found fault with Trump's taste. When
he announced last month that he intended to close
that Plaza Hotel landmark of bogus Hawaiiana, Trader
Vic's — a closing that he delayed when the threat
of the bar's demise improved business — Trump said
he was doing so not because of any hostility to Samoan
Fog Cutters and similar drinks, but because the
bar was tacky.

"Wildly tacky," riposted Village Voice reporter
Guy Trebay, "is TrumpTower with its mean escalators
and pink marble vastness. Does Donald Trump
think a waterfall wall is the acme of subtle design?"

Critics have found fault with Trump’s ego and penchant
for self-promotion. Daily News columnist Gail
Collins, writing about a new board game based on
Trump's wheeling and dealing, noted that "Trump —
The Game" contained "approximately nine million
photos of Donald Trump.

The game is meant "for players 12 and up, and I
suppose there could be worse things to give to your
12-year old than a game that encourages him to act like
Donald Trump. 'Uzi: The Crack Dealer,' for example," 
she mused.

Critics have found fault with Trump's dedication to
building glitzy buildings in a city where homelessness
-and poverty are endemic. One group staged a brunch
for the homeless this month in front of the Plaza,
along with a "public shaming" of its owner. Trump
did not attend.

But the reigning champion of Trump bashers is
Spy, a New York satire magazine, and Trump has reacted
with irritation and vitriol.

In September. Trump claimed Spy was in dire
straits and would be out of business within a year,
now each issue contains a countdown of “our death
foretold. Last week, an outraged Trump claimed
that the father of a Spy executive had suggested Spy
would ease up on Trump if the Trump Shuttle offered
the magazine to passengers; Spy said this was a joke.

The irreverent and irascible magazine is fixated on
The Big T – on the “eerily stiff hairdo” of Trump’s
wife, Ivana; on Trump himself, who was mentioned
derogatorily in all 10 issues last year and whose picture
was compared in the March issue with the first
police sketch of Son of Sam.

Each year Spy lists the 100 most annoying people,
places and things in New York. One year, Trump was
No. 1; one year, he was No. 3. Last year, he was Nos.
10, 14, 21, 26 and 30, subdivided into Donald Trump,
Candidate; Donald Trump, Acquirer; Donald Trump.
Boxing Promoter; Donald Trump, Author, and Don
aid Trump, Fixer of Things We'd Almost Rather
Leave Broken.

“We don’t hate him, we despise him,” Spy said this
month.

But why?

"He's ... sort of a polyester guy in a 100 percent cotton
world," froths Editor E. Graydon Carter. "He
represents a sort of mass-market, fake sophistication.
In a city that invented real sophistication, his kind is
driving the real stuff out."

Carter is just warming up. He dismisses Trump as
"sort of show-and-tell child" who insists on splattering
his name everywhere he goes.

Carter knows that Trump has become a celebrity —
his face on the covers of news magazines, his book a
bestseller. To some, he is a capitalist hero.

"The folks who watch motivational cable shows
late at night — to them he's a hero," Carter said, "To
anybody who cares about New York, who doesn't like
brass, he's no hero."


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