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ffirs.qxd 6/27/01 2:55 PM Page i Diamond Jim Brady ffirs.qxd 6/27/01 2:55 PM Page ii ffirs.qxd 6/27/01 2:55 PM Page iii Diamond Jim Brady qr Prince of the Gilded Age H. Paul Jeffers John Wiley & Sons, Inc. New York • Chichester • Weinheim • Brisbane • Singapore • Toronto Copyright © 2001 by H. Paul Jeffers. All rights reserved Published by John Wiley & Sons, Inc. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photo- copying, recording, scanning, or otherwise, except as permitted under Sec- tion 107 or 108 of the 1976 United States Copyright Act, without either the prior written permission of the Publisher, or authorization through payment of the appropriate per-copy fee to the Copyright Clearance Cen- ter, 222 Rosewood Drive, Danvers, MA 01923, (978) 750-8400, fax (978) 750-4744. Requests to the Publisher for permission should be addressed to the Permissions Department, John Wiley & Sons, Inc., 605 Third Ave- nue, New York, NY 10158-0012, (212) 850-6011, fax (212) 850-6008, email: [email protected]. This publication is designed to provide accurate and authoritative informa- tion in regard to the subject matter covered. It is sold with the understand- ing that the publisher is not engaged in rendering professional services. If professional advice or other expert assistance is required, the services of a competent professional person should be sought. This title is also available in print as ISBN 0-471-39102-6. For more information about Wiley products, visit our web site at www.Wiley.com ffirs.qxd 6/27/01 2:55 PM Page v To Dr. Hossain Awini ffirs.qxd 6/27/01 2:55 PM Page vi ffirs.qxd 6/27/01 2:55 PM Page vii “God, Nell, ain’t it grand!” —Diamond Jim Brady to Lillian Russell ffirs.qxd 6/27/01 2:56 PM Page viii ftoc.qxd 6/23/01 2:58 PM Page ix Contents qr Introduction Table for One, Dinner for Twenty-five 1 1 Make Them Like Yo u 7 2 The American Beauty 26 3 Mr. First Nighter 36 4 “Nell, I’m Rich!” 56 5 Ain’t It Grand? 69 6 The Earth for Fifty Cents 86 7 Sidewalks of New York 98 8 Big Wheeler-Dealer 118 9 I Can Always Start Over 133 10 Rogues, Rascals, and Railroaders 148 11 The Girl’s a Lady 168 12 “This Is Where I Live” 184 13 “Have You Got the Sauce?” 206 14 Farmer Jim 222 15 Off to the Races 240 16 Peacocks Parade 269 17 “Oh, My Poor Jim” 283 18 “Why Ruin a Beautiful Friendship?” 291 19 “Big, Genial Diamond Jim Brady” 304 ix ftoc.qxd 6/23/01 2:58 PM Page x x Contents Notes and Sources 323 Bibliography 335 Index 339 cintro.qxd 6/23/01 2:59 PM Page 1 Introduction Table for One, Dinner for Twenty-five qr HEN DIAMOND JIM BRADY’S weighty coffin was car- W ried in a misty rain into St. Agnes’s Roman Catholic Church on Forty-third Street in the shadow of New York City’s Grand Central Terminal on April 16, 1917, the flamboyant fat man who’d made millions from railroads was rendered final homage by actresses and actors, newspapermen, laborers, cops, lawyers, and so many notables of café society, show business, and American commerce that police reserves were called out to control the throng. Even in death in a city crammed with the rich and famous, everyone wanted to be near Diamond Jim. When he lived they copied what he wore, dined where he dined, and ate what he ate. Those trying to keep up included Pearl Jim Murray, a Montana miner who kept pockets filled with hundreds of thou- sands of dollars’ worth of loose pearls, the “Pittsburgh Million- aires” who had gotten rich when Andrew Carnegie sold his steel business to J. P. Morgan, and the patrons of a Broadway restaurant described by its proprietor as “a cathedral of froth, national museum of habits, bourse of gossip, the clearing house of rumors, and the supreme court of triviality, where the who’s who went to learn the what’s what.” “He was an odd character,” observed restaurateur George Rector. “His name was derived from his jewelry, and when 1 cintro.qxd 6/23/01 2:59 PM Page 2 2 DIAMOND JIM BRADY Diamond Jim had all his illumination in place, he looked like an excursion steamer at twilight. He had powerful diamonds in his shirt front that cast beams strong enough to sunburn an unwary pedestrian. He had diamonds in his cuffs and in sus- pender buttons fore and aft. He wore diamonds on his fingers and there was a rumor that he had diamond bridge work.” When Rector once chided Jim for this excessive display of gems, Jim replied, “Them as has ’em wears ’em.” Six months after Jim’s funeral, the Columbia Trust Company of New York put up for unrestricted public auction at the Madi- son Square galleries of the American Art Association “costly furnishings and embellishments” accumulated by the most aston- ishing and engaging personality of that time. The illustrated catalog listed thousands of items in 1,748 groupings of ivories, bronzes, marbles, porcelains, “bijouterie,” armor, prints, textiles, silver and plated ware, china, glassware, linen and cushions, fur- niture, billiard and other sporting games and sporting pictures, Oriental carpets, Japanese and Austrian objêts d’art, and minia- tures of the world’s most famous actresses. Not on the selling block was more than $2 million worth of adornments that had been the basis of the era’s most famous nickname. Had Dia- mond Jim’s gem-encrusted pins been offered for bidding at one item a day, the sale would have taken a month. The jewels had been the emblem of a singular individual who fashioned him- self into the brash symbol of plush years that historians named the Gilded Age. In the words of one student of the era, Jim was a walking jewelry store, always surrounded by the most beauti- ful women on earth. He was also the unquestioned biggest eater. A typical lunch consisted of two lobsters, deviled crabs, clams, oysters, and beef. He finished with several whole pies. This lasted him until dinner at four-thirty. That meal began with a couple of dozen oysters, six crabs, and bowls of green turtle soup. The main course was likely to be two whole ducks, six or seven lobsters, cintro.qxd 6/23/01 2:59 PM Page 3 Introduction: Table for One, Dinner for Twenty-five 3 The famous Brady belly in profile in a picture taken at a racetrack. On such outings he limited his display of diamonds on the advice of police, who feared he might be an easy target for pickpockets. a sirloin steak, two servings of terrapin, and a variety of vege- tables. Desserts were pastries and perhaps a five-pound box of candy. Because Jim did not partake of alcohol, all this was washed down with carafe after carafe of orange juice. When he sat down for a meal he tucked his napkin into his shirt collar because one placed on his knee would have been useless under his big belly. He stationed his chair so that there were four cintro.qxd 6/23/01 2:59 PM Page 4 4 DIAMOND JIM BRADY inches between the edge of the table and his stomach. Eating ended when the gap had been closed. “How he ate!” George Rector recalled. “He loved to be sur- rounded by handsome men and beautiful women at the table, and it was no unusual thing for us to lay covers for eight or ten guests of Mr. Brady. If they all kept their appointments, fine! If but two or three were able to be present, fine! And if nobody showed up but Diamond Jim, fine! Mr. Brady proceeded gravely to eat the ten dinners himself.” Rector once pronounced Jim “the best twenty-five customers I ever had.” No one had been Jim’s eating companion more frequently than the area’s most famous actress. Known to one and all as the American Beauty, Lillian Russell had been so lavishly show- ered with jewelry by Jim that a latter-day writer called them a duet in diamonds. Author John Burke wrote, “Fleshly arm in arm, plump shoulder to shoulder, they toddled together into the social history of their time.” During the presidencies of Grover Cleveland, Benjamin Har- rison, William McKinley, and Theodore Roosevelt, Diamond Jim had been a portly prince. He sat ringside for boxing bouts featuring his friend John L. Sullivan. He found himself in the inner circle of the horsey set at Saratoga Springs. He was a big player on Wall Street and in the boardrooms of the country’s railroad tycoons. He’d hobnobbed with everyone in the Gay Nineties, from robber barons to chorus girls, and picked up the tab. The first automobile to scare the horses on the streets of 1890s New York had been his. He attended theatrical first nights of Weber and Fields, Oscar Hammerstein, and Florenz Ziegfeld. Before and after each of these shows he was a regular at Rec- tor’s, Tony Pastor’s, Delmonico’s, and all the “lobster palaces” of Manhattan. Lucius Beebe, the chronicler and arbiter of good food and where it could be found in New York, observed, “The lobster- palace set entered into the historic record.