
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Juliann Graham -- No Good Deed Unpunished

Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Neil Bondshu -- "It's Best this Way"
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Claremont Hotel |
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Charles "Kid" McCoy -- Down for the Count
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McCoy ca. 1899 |
Outside the ring, McCoy was a flamboyant character with an eye for the ladies. He routinely carried up to $40,000 on his person and, though married ten times (including three times to Julia Woodruff Crosselmire), had no children. Shortly after retiring, the former fighter was arrested in Britain in 1912 on suspicion of stealing jewels from an Austrian princess in Belgium. Though the charges were eventually dropped, McCoy's reputation was permanently damaged. His post-fight career was filled with various unsuccessful business ventures. McCoy briefly opened a bar in New York City (where be befriended future film directors D. W. Griffith and Mack Sennett), entered the diamond business, ran a detective agency, and launched a car dealership. In 1917, McCoy was cast as a detective investigating a jewelry robbery in The House of Glass, a silent film shot in New York by French film pioneer Emile Chautard. In 1919, D. W. Griffith picked the retired pugilist for the role of a prizefighter in the director's masterpiece Broken Blossoms. McCoy also appeared in The Fourteenth Man (1920) directed by Griffith assistant Joseph Henaberry, followed by The Great Diamond Mystery, released in 1924 shortly after McCoy had been arrested for murder.
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McCoy at the LA Jail in 1924 (UCLA Library) |

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Hotel Tuller (Burton Historical Collection) |
Recommended Reading
Cantwell, Robert. The Real McCoy: The Life and Times of Norman Selby. Princeton, N.J.: Auerbach Publishers, 1971.
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Isabella Grant -- The Daughter of Kentucky
Grant, known on the German opera stage as "Belle Applegate," reached the pinnacle of her fame in 1909 when she became the mezzo soprano of the Stadt Theatre in Cologne. Once the toast of European opera houses, the diva's popularity waned throughout the war that claimed her husband. Returning to her hometown of Louisville, Kentucky, Grant continued to perform in "tribute concerts," but longed to return to the world of grand opera. On September 1, 1928, Grant traveled to the Windy City to audition for a small role with the Chicago Civic Opera. Becoming ill with high blood pressure in her room at the YWCA, the fiftyish singer was forced to enter the charity ward at St. Luke's Hospital, but pride prevented her from obtaining treatment.
On October 19, 1928, the former opera great was found near death in her room at the Evanston Hotel in that city from an overdose of poison. She died at the Psychopathic Hospital. Grant left seven notes. In one, addressed to the manager of the YWCA, she wrote: "The fates have played with me as if I were a wornout football and I can stand it no more. I did so want to sing for Mr. Johnson of the Civic Opera, and I would not have been brought to this extremity if I could have waited until I had the audition, but what difference does it make anyhow? Even the Lincolns and Bismarcks and Napoleons are forgotten....I can't help my deed -- I am at the end of my rope. I long for peace -- peace -- you do not realize how I long for it. A small voice is whispering to me to go ahead and take my sleep. I am tired. Bless you dear friends. The end of an opera star. My blood be upon America for her treatment of the daughter of Kentucky pathfinders."
On October 19, 1928, the former opera great was found near death in her room at the Evanston Hotel in that city from an overdose of poison. She died at the Psychopathic Hospital. Grant left seven notes. In one, addressed to the manager of the YWCA, she wrote: "The fates have played with me as if I were a wornout football and I can stand it no more. I did so want to sing for Mr. Johnson of the Civic Opera, and I would not have been brought to this extremity if I could have waited until I had the audition, but what difference does it make anyhow? Even the Lincolns and Bismarcks and Napoleons are forgotten....I can't help my deed -- I am at the end of my rope. I long for peace -- peace -- you do not realize how I long for it. A small voice is whispering to me to go ahead and take my sleep. I am tired. Bless you dear friends. The end of an opera star. My blood be upon America for her treatment of the daughter of Kentucky pathfinders."
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