More than fifty years after their demise, Scollay Square and the Crawford House have taken on a mystique all their own. As one musician put it in describing the city’s erstwhile red light district, it was less dangerous and less fun than people say, but it was still a pretty good time.
Positioned at a nexus between Beacon Hill, the Port and the commercial district, the Square served as a central hub for stagecoaches, trolleys, and subways. It was Boston’s clanging, rattling, rowdy public square where men and women went to blow off steam when America was on the rise.
Hot dog and shoeshine vendors vied for attention with banks, jewelry stores and clothiers during the daytimes. At night, the square offered up a hint of titillation with speakeasies and arcades, theaters and burlesque shows, restaurants and bars.
By the 1940s sailors around the globe spoke in awe of Scollay Square’s reputation for debauchery. They often made it their first stop when they arrived in port. Business travelers, suburbanites and college students flocked to the square for a night of thrills.
The comedian Fred Allen described Boston in general and Scollay Square in particular in 1912. “If the Boston of those days was as proper and conservative as the high-button shoe, the average man’s answer to conservatism was Scollay Square,” he wrote. “Scollay Square was the hot foot applied to the high-button shoe.”
No Scollay Square landmark lasted longer or burned brighter than the Crawford House. It stood in the thick of the action from its beginnings as one of the finer hotels in Boston, just on edge of the neighborhood, to its final days as a rundown, partially demolished bar and restaurant.
Opened in 1867, by Henry Goodwin and Henry Stumcke, the Crawford House operated on the European plan. – meals were not included and outsiders were welcome at its restaurant, bar and theater.
The Crawford House
Henry Goodwin, who would go on to become the long-time proprietor of the Crawford House, was born in New Hampshire. He went to Boston to start a newspaper route, which was exceedingly profitable during the Civil War due to the demand for news. After the war, Goodwin and Stumcke launched a restaurant and the saw the demand for a first-rate hotel. The Crawford House was established at Court and Brattle Streets.
The dining and bar were first rate. Over the years, however, the Crawford morphed into a wilder and eventually seedier version of its old self as Scollay Square became more of a red light district. It was said of Scollay Square hotels in the 1940s through the 1960s that they were the type of places that might have 35 rooms, but they’d have hundreds of guests in the course of a day.
The Crawford House punctuated both ends of the Scollay Square heyday, emerging in the post-Civil War 1800s as the square was becoming a bustling business center and finally yielding to the wrecking ball in 1962 as Boston cleared room for what is now known as City Hall Plaza. But between those two dates, what a life it had. Here are a few stories from the Crawford House.
Sally Keith, Queen of the Tassel Tossers
It’s fitting that any story about the Crawford House begin with a mention of Sally Keith.
For almost 20 years, from the 1940s to the 1960s, Sally Keith was the main draw at the Crawford House. She was an exotic dancer who headlined at the hotel’s Theatrical Bar. Her remarkable act involved tassels: four to be exact. One on each breast and one on each buttock. She had the ability to twirl them in any direction she chose.
Keith’s performances would seem tame by today’s standards, but she was the gold standard by which the dancers of the Square were judged. Her act awed countless college kids, sailors and city visitors were awed by her act.
Keith also had a number of gifts in addition to her pretty face. She had a natural charisma and a gift for publicity. Sally Keith came to be the face of the Crawford for two decades.
The Elevator – For Better or Worse
In building the Crawford House, the owners sought to provide all the amenities a modern traveler could want. It advertised hot and cold running water, suites for families and inexpensive single rooms for business travelers. Rooms had dressing alcoves for ladies. It added conference rooms as demand for them grew. And the six-story hotel had an elevator.
Walt Kelly, in the book What They Never Told You About Boston: Or What They Did That Were Lies, claims that the Crawford House installed the first passenger elevator in the United States.
The elevator would feature in a sadder chapter of the hotel’s history in 1916. On September 12, at about 2 in the morning, a guest by the name of Crosby – a large man – boarded the elevator to return to his room. The night watchmen threw the lever to start the elevator, but Crosby somehow wound up on the floor – half in and half out of the elevator car. The result was predictably unfortunate. Crosby’s estate successfully sued the Crawford House for failing to have the night watchman licensed as an elevator operator.
Civil Rights and the Crawford House
The anti-slavery movement has several roots in Scollay Square. The offices of William Lloyd Garrison’s The Liberator were located in the Square. Anti-slavery activist and speaker Sarah Parker Remond’s career got a major boost in the Square when she was refused a seat in the white section of the old Howard Theatre for a show. She sued over her treatment at the theater and won.
During the years of the Underground Railroad, escaped slaves who arrived in the Square could find several safe spots for shelter on their trip to freedom.
The Crawford House had the distinction of hosting Booker T. Washington, who started the National Negro Business League in Boston in 1900. His headquarters were at the Crawford House.
Comics Proving Ground
While Burlesque became the main draw, the stage at the Crawford House needed someone to fill it while the dancers were on break or changing costume.
The list of comedians who worked at the theater include some who became household names in the age of television. Frank Fontaine (of the Jackie Gleason show) was a regular. Jack Soo (of Barney Miller fame) performed there, as did Larry Storch (of F Troop). Alan King and Don Rickles also did shows at the Crawford House.
Jean Stafford’s Unforgettable Date
In 1937, author Jean Stafford had a date at the Crawford House that she never forgot. Stafford went to the hotel for the entertainment shortly after Christmas with her future husband Robert Lowell, the Brahmin poet. On their way home Lowell, unstable at the best of times, wrecked their car. Jean awoke in a hospital with a stitched-together, mashed face.
Following her miserable marriage to Lowell, who Stafford described as “an uncouth, neurotic, psychopathic murderer- poet,” Stafford would draw on that night for the plot of her short story The Interior Castle. In the story, 25-year-old Pansy Vanneman wrestled with recovering from injuries to her face that occurred in a car accident.
The Fire of ‘48
The Crawford House almost came to an end in 1948, when the City of Boston hadn’t recovered from the shock of the tragic fire at the Cocoanut Grove nightclub.
When news rippled through the city that a fire had broken out at the Grove’s down-on-its-heels cousin, the Crawford House, firefighters and police held their breath, fearing another disaster in the making.
Their fears were put to rest when the fire turned out to be relatively minor. Yet it fueled one last Sally Keith headline for a clever newspaper editor. Keith had moved from the Crawford, where she was the mainstay entertainer, but her wardrobe was still there.
Panicked, Keith barged through the lobby as firefighters brought the blaze under control. She demanded to see her apartment. She had, she told the firefighters, $100,000 worth of wardrobe in the building — furs, jewelry and designer clothes.
That story inspired the headline: Sally Keith Grinds Her Way Into Blaze, Bumps Fireman.
Robbery, Again and Again
Scollay Square had a rough reputation for a reason. Sally Keith figured in another Crawford House story in 1948. Her suite was robbed and she was bound by the burglars who made off with thousands of dollars’ worth of furs and jewels. The break-in was front page news in Boston, and it prompted Keith to move from the hotel. Her new home was at the ill-fated Hotel Vendome.
Keith’s run-in with robbers at the Crawford House wouldn’t be the last time it was robbed. By the 1950s the hotel was such a frequent target the owners had a special tear gas dispenser placed in the safe so that anyone who broke it open would be doused with tear gas. In 1954 burglars tested the system and were drenched for their trouble. Nevertheless, they got away with $2,000.
In 1961 the hotel was held up once again and the desk clerk was tied up and gagged. The hotel lost more than $9,000 that time.
Following the fire of 1948, the Crawford House limped along, mainly as a theater and restaurant. In 1962, along with the rest of Scollay Square, it was demolished to make way for urban renewal.
Always Something Doing, Boston’s Infamous Scollay Square by David Kruh; Stranger’s Illustrated Guide to Boston and Its Suburbs; A half century of Boston’s Buildings by Charles Damrell; Much Ado About Me by Fred Alan; The Interior Castle: The Art and Life of Jean Stafford by Ann Hulbert.
Images: Color postcard of Scollay Square courtesy Boston Public Library, CC by NC 2.0. Jean Stafford By Cmacauley (talk) 01:58, 2 March 2010 (UTC) – I (Cmacauley (talk) 01:58, 2 March 2010 (UTC)) created this work entirely by myself., CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=34547099.
These personal stories are great. Does anyone know if there any others about the Crawford House available out there? My great-great-grandfather (Nathan (Nat) Prescott- AKA Bruske until around 1900) worked there. From what I have heard, he was a bouncer (for a while, he was also a driver for Mayor Curley). I don’t know what years though. I am trying to find stories that might have him mentioned in them. He was quite a character. He died in 1946. I’m just hoping that one day, I will hear a bit about his time there. Thank you for this great start, though.
I love the stories of Old Scolley Square, but in it’s heyday, not it’s decline. The just makes me sad…and mad! Just imagine if someone had the foresight to see what the square could have become. It would have been such a treasure today. All those old buildings restored, having shops in them, right next to Faneuil Hall. They’re too busy with the old adage, Out with the old, in with the new!
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