Saturday, April 26, 2014

I'm Supposed to Read This?

Since there have been no posts about the Chicago World's Fair, which was stationed about a mile away from Holmes and his Castle/Hotel, I figured I would make one.

There is one professor, who totally rocks by the way, that I have taken four classes with in two years. (And you know who you are if you're reading this). He's really fascinated with the World's Fair/White City so I brought in some opening day newspapers to show him. (In case you were wondering, the Chicago World's Fair opened on May 1, 1893).

What is fascinating about the papers is that the word are set over sketches. That is really hard to describe so I'm just going to post a few pictures.

 

I didn't know that they printed on picture paper as far back as 1893. I would have guessed that to be a more modern practice.

But here is the real question. How am I supposed to read that VERY SMALL TEXT over the picture? Seriously, how are you supposed to read that? Please enlighten me because just looking at the page is giving me a headache. My guess is that the piece was more for enjoyment (and to show how cool Chicago papers were) than providing information.

Until I can find some glasses to read with.

XOXO, Kate

Monday, April 14, 2014

You Know You're a Holmes Historian When...

You know you're a Holmes historian when you hear people talking about Holmes and automatically start thinking about the attractive (well he was) doctor that just so happened to operate a Murder Castle in Englewood, Chicago...and then realize that the conversation is about Sherlock Holmes and not H.H. Holmes.

 
The only Holmes when you're a Holmes historian.
 
Until next time.
 
XOXO, Kate

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Life Insurance for Chickens

As much as I love historical facts, sometimes I like a little historical levity too. And with the 149th anniversary of Abraham Lincoln's assassination tomorrow, I'm in need of a giggle. (Speaking of Lincoln, be sure to check out my Civil War blog tomorrow for all things Lincoln assassination related).

While reading through the book Depraved (author: Harold Schechter) I found a section that detailed a cartoon published while Holmes was in prison. During the time that his various crimes starting coming to light, other crimes (that he didn't commit) were being pinned to his name. Similar to what would happen years later with Bonnie and Clyde, when the police couldn't fine a perpetrator, they would hang the blame on Holmes.

In one example, according to Schechter, "newspapers throughout the country had published sensational accounts of a massacre in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. A tribe of 'hostile Bannocks' had butchered every white settler in the area."

The story turned out to be false. The problem arose because local cattle rustlers wanted the land and were attempting to drive the Bannocks off it. The Chicago Tribune ran a self mocking article before the truth was revealed.

"In the drawing, Holmes is shown standing in his jail cell, holding up a newspaper whose front page reads, 'BANNOCK INDIANS ON WARPATH - SETTLERS MASSACRED.'"

Holmes looks dismayed, not because of the deaths, but because he knows he'll be blamed for them (even though he's locked in a prison cell). His caption reads, "I AM INNOCENT!" However, when I found the actual cartoon, I saw that it said more than what Schechter had written.


The rest of the caption reads, "I HAD NO INSURANCE ON ANY OF THOSE SETTLERS." Holmes was known for taking out insurance policies on victims, then killing them and claiming the money. At the time, he was suspected of murdering Benjamin Pitezel in this way and the cartoon's artist was not letting the chance to poke fun at the doctor pass without notice. Personally, I find this cartoon rather humorous and clever. And it wasn't the only time someone made a witty insurance remark at Holmes' expense.

In one interview, Holmes claimed to have hatched a chicken in his cell, kept it, and took care of it for a month. I'm not sure how much truth there is in that tale since I can't see how no one would notice or hear a chicken, even though Holmes claims he hid it. (Where? I don't know considering he was living in a space the size of a telephone booth). However, Holmes said to his visitors, "it died, as all the things we love die in the world." Upon leaving the room, one of the two men remarked that sometime after hatching the egg, "Holmes doubtless had the chicken's life insured." 

Until next time.

XOXO, Kate

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

At the Corner of Wallace and 63rd Streets

As the World's Columbian Exposition closed its gates in October of 1893, H.H. Holmes also departed from Chicago, leaving his Castle, and whatever secrets were contained within the walls, behind him. However, he did attempt one final scheme in Englewood before turning his back to the city for good. Whether it was for the money or his own personal protection cannot be said. But knowing the score of Holmes, it was probably for both.

  
Unfortunately, no picture of the Castle has been found from when Holmes occupied it. Above is one of the earliest known photos and it was probably taken around 1895 when Holmes was in prison. The name on the pharmacy window reads "Robinson" and not "Holmes." 
 
During construction of his building, Holmes took out a fire insurance policy for it. The beneficiary was a man named Hiram S. Campbell, one of many fictitious alter egos used by Holmes. No one knows for sure if Holmes himself or one of his fellow conspirators (some suspect Patrick Quinlan, the hotel janitor) started the fire. It broke out in multiple places on the top floor, decimating most of the interior but causing minimal damage to the exterior or other floors (as shown by the picture above). Holmes then tried to collect $6,000 in insurance money. According to Erik Larson in Devil in the White City, "An investigator for one of the insurance companies, F. G. Cowie, became suspicious and began a detailed investigation. Though he found no concrete proof of arson, Cowie believed Holmes or an accomplice had started the fire. He advised the insurers to pay the claim, but only to Hiram S. Campbell and only if Campbell presented himself in person." Campbell never appeared to collect his money and the fire would not be the first change that would happen to the World's Fair Hotel in its proprietor's absence.      

On August 19, 1895, as Holmes sat languishing in his prison cell in Philadelphia, the money making dreams of a man named A. M. Clark went up, literally, in smoke. Clark had planned to lease the hotel and open it as a "murder museum" tourist attraction. The charge of 15 cents per person would buy a guided tour of the morbid site. However, just before Clark could receive his first paying customer, fire broke out at Wallace and 63rd streets shortly after midnight, destroying the top two floors of Holmes' building and causing slight damage to the first floor. According to Harold Schechter in Depraved, "At precisely 12:13 AM, George J. Myler - a night watchman at the Western Indiana railroad crossing - spotted flames shooting from the Castle's roof. Before he could turn in an alarm, a series of explosions rocked the building, blowing out the windows of Fred Barton's ground floor candy shop. By the time the first engines arrived the fire was already out of control. A half hour later the roof collapsed, taking down part of the building's rear wall. By the time the blaze was extinguished, at around 1:30 AM, much of the Castle had been consumed." No one ever discovered who started the fire. Some say it was an act of God but most historians believe it was either an accomplice trying to get rid of evidence the police had missed during the excavation or some outraged citizen that didn't want the building becoming a permanent part of the growing city.


Either way, the fate of the building was further condemned. The top floors were gutted and removed from the structure. However, the first floor shops were allowed to reopen about a year later. All remained in business until the building was finally torn down. For years the barren plot of land was left alone, bearing no signs of what had once stood there or who had crossed the threshold. It looked just as it had when it was first seen by Holmes. In 1938, the land was purchased by the United States government and a post office was placed (somewhat) on the site.

I say "somewhat" because the post office does not sit on the exact same area the Castle was built on. Just like Englewood itself, the plot does not look the same as it did in 1893. Part of the land is home to a parking lot, an overpass, a sidewalk, and a tree. The post office mostly sits next door to the Castle with a small overlap on 63rd street.

The Castle was shaped like the letter L, with the longer side being on Wallace, the shorter side being on 63rd, and the two sections meeting at the corner intersection.

 


The top photo shows the street layout while the other two show what sides of the building were on which street. (The middle one shows the Wallace side and the bottom one shows the 63rd side).

This is about where the post office sits:

 
So even though people love to say that they occupy the exact same space, they actually do not, though climbing the tree would put you into one of the asphyxiating rooms on the second floor. However, there is a slight overlap in the two structures. Part of the post office basement overlaps with what would have been the creepy Castle basement. In fact, there is a small section of a brick wall in the post office basement that is speculated to have been from the Castle, though this has never been proven. The idea of stepping into a piece of the Castle basement has lured many ghost hunters and their expensive equipment to Englewood. The above photo showing the overlap actually came from the following website where you can check out some of their paranormal related research:
 

The various transformations of H. H. Holmes' Castle show that nothing material can last the test of time. However, stories can live forever, always finding new ears to intoxicate.

 
Until next time.
 
XOXO, Kate