On August 24, 1967, Abby Hoffman and a small group of fellow Yippies stormed the New York Stock Exchange to protest the death of money.
The Yippies, which included a then unknown Candice Bergen, arrived at the exchange following the opening bell. They stationed themselves in the viewing gallery, above the commotion and clamor of the floor that was teeming with traders executing orders to buy and sell securities.
All of a sudden, Abby Hoffman and his merry band of pranksters began to throw fistfuls of one thousand one-dollar bills onto the floor of the Exchange. Many of the stock traders booed the protestors for disrupting their busy day. However, other traders hovered around the money and frenetically attempted to pick up the dollar bills from the floor as fast as they could. Unfortunately for the greedy traders, most of the money happened to be counterfeit.
After their successful work, Hoffman and his Yippie followers left the Stock Exchange building and danced together on Wall Street. The dance was celebrating the death of money. Hoffman claimed that his morning protest showed that all stock traders cared about was money, and they would jump at any sight of the greenback.
This was the first major Yippie protest in his career to garner widespread publicity. In the following years, the Yippies and Hoffman gained national fame for their protests at the 1968 Democratic National Convention in Chicago, and many protests against the Vietnam War.
After this protest the New York Stock Exchange authorities decided to spend $20,000 to erect a large bullet proof glass barrier in the viewing gallery, in order to prevent similar demonstrations. Nonetheless, protests have persisted and, in the aftermath of September 11th, the viewing gallery was closed to all visitors.
When Hamilton arrived at the home of William Bayard, he was badly wounded and consistently losing blood. He was placed in a large bedroom on the second floor of the estate and remained in pain for over 24 hours before he finally expired surrounded by friends and family. His blood stained the wood on the house floor; however, Bayard refused to wash it off. The memory of his deceased friend and one of the founding fathers of our country was too great.
Although the estate house of Bayard is no longer there, in 1936 a plaque was installed on the side of one of the row houses at 82 Jane Street that confirms 82 Jane as the location of the William Bayard house and the site of the untimely death.
The plaque serves as a lovely tribute to an undying legacy; unfortunately, historians believe that the plaque was placed in the wrong location. Although it is difficult to correctly gage the location of the Bayard Estate because the oldest houses in the immediate vicinity date to 1847, it is likely that Hamilton actually died further north, closer to Horatio Street. After his death Hamilton was laid to rest in the Trinity Churchyard Cemetery.
Some of her most famous patrons included Jewish mobster Dutch Schultz who hid at her brothels while hunted by rival gangs. In addition, her bordello played frequent host to many members of the notorious Algonquin Round Table, including Dorothy Parker and Robert Benchley.
Her brothels were not the typical whorehouses of the day. Sex was only one of the reasons for her exclusive clientele to visit her clubs. In fact, many of her clients, including Parker, came to her place for a night of card playing, drinking and carousing. The bordellos were decked out in sultry furnishings with fancy rugs, opulent sofas, and an immense library of books.
Her largest and most well known brothel was located in a five story unassuming brownstone at 63 West 70th street between Central Park West and Columbus. This pleasure palace contained a bar, lounge, library, office, and numerous rooms for her patrons to act out their wildest fantasies with their pick of the treasure trove of women of the night.
Although the police consistently raided her brothels and she was always arrested, she only went to jail once, and she was only locked up for less than a month during that stint. Her brothels, just like all other popular forms of recreation during prohibition, were a clandestine New York institution that could not be shut down.