Monday, March 18, 2024

Hazel Stewart Liberman Arnett (1922-2023), author, TV producer, magazine editor

 

Hazel Liberman Arnett; 100, died in Cambridge, Massachusetts, on August 27, 2023.

      Hazel Stewart Liberman was born in New York City on December 14, 1922, the third of four daughters of Bertha Bayer Liberman and Isaac Liberman.

      Throughout her long life, she was open and vocal about her role as the black sheep of the Liberman family. “I was unwanted,” she said to Brooks Clark, biographer of her younger sister Sally L. Smith. “When I had the nerve to come out female, that was a disappointment. I don’t know if I was supposed to be a sort of surrogate heir when my father strangely chose Stewart for my middle name. Well, I say this because it seems I’d been named after his store at the time, Stewart & Company.” I chuckled a little. “You laugh,” she said to Clark. “But it wasn’t funny. In fact, I felt so ashamed of having a boy’s name that whenever I was asked what the S stood for, I invariably lied, answering, ‘Susan.’

       “Not only was I not forgiven for not being the wished-for male heir, but also for not having my siblings’ light skin. My father, for some odd reason, overlooked the fact that my dark skin had come from him! As a result of being made to feel different, my image of myself was that of an ugly duckling Yet there were those who saw me through another lens, like Sally’s Bennington College buddy Ruth Lyford, who said, ‘Hazel was absolutely gorgeous and so different from the older sisters. She did things her way.’

   “Yes, I was the maverick in the family. I was the rebellious one. Although Sally was less so, I knew there were times when she looked up to me. Contrary to her memory, however, she was strongly supported emotionally by our parents. She was what you might call their golden girl. Whatever—putting perceptions aside, I am enormously proud of my sister, who left a giant footprint in the field of teaching children with learning differences.”

      Other aspects made Hazel different from her sisters. As she admitted to Clark, “I was a loner and a culture vulture, which I still am. I would often spend Saturday afternoons at a museum by myself. Or sit in the last row of the balcony to see a Broadway show, would you believe, for just fifty cents!”

       With high hopes of becoming an opera singer, Hazel started her training at the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music while enrolled as a liberal arts student at the University of Cincinnati. “Unfortunately,” says Hazel, “the conservatory was not at all good.” So, she returned to New York, where she entered the BS degree program at the Juilliard School of Music as a voice major. Although the basic music program was superb, the voice department was not, forcing her to change her major. “I soon discovered the vocal faculty had always been notoriously weak, and when the outside teacher I eventually chose heard me sing he exclaimed, ‘Oh, another Juilliard wreck!’ That he took me on was incredible considering he had produced such stars as Todd Duncan, the first Porgy, and one of the Metropolitan’s greatest baritones, Leonard Warren.”

         With tuition having been paid by her parents, it fell to Hazel to pay for the lessons. This meant getting a job. At first she found part-time work at Columbia University “punching an IBM machine” and tabulating true-false exam scores. After a year she was hired to do research for a music-loving advertising executive who had contracts for a monthly music page in Good Housekeeping and articles for the programs handed out at the Met. “To my shock and amazement,” she told me, “this man also expected me to become his ghostwriter! Who? Inexperienced me? In all honesty, I had never considered writing my strong suit, but somehow I rose to the challenge and managed to muddle through. Since part of my job was to conduct interviews behind the curtain, I got my first taste of backstage life. Although thrilling at first, it soon became quite the tutorial on the less glamorous side of stardom.

      “As time passed, plus the unpredictable vicissitudes of life, I was to switch gears and, with the help of many kind folks, was able to gain a footing in my new trade. Early on I racked up credits as a radio music continuity writer in New York and for a show produced by the Marshall Plan in Paris starring film actor Jean-Pierre Aumont.” Following that, Hazel scripted another show for the Marshall Plan called The International Women’s Program, which was in essence an exchange of inspirational ideas beamed to four other European countries.

       Back in the States, Hazel worked as a TV writer and producer for two years at CBS crafting scripts for Mike Wallace and three years at NBC working for Hugh Downs and Arlene Francis. Later she wrote and produced industrial films for AT&T and Dow Chemical.

      Hazel also enjoyed a magazine career. While in Paris she worked as a reporter for Line, an American start-up publication created for Seventh Avenue fashion houses that couldn’t afford to view haute couture shows in person. There, Hazel’s beat was to cover runway shows, as well as culling boutiques for newsworthy items to copy. Years later she was to edit Sew Fashionable, a sewing magazine. After that she spent two years as Fashion Editor of Woman’s Day, landing next at Family Weekly as its manuscript editor. Her final stop for five years was as executive editor of Science Digest. 

       Hazel published two books: I Hear America Singing (1975), about two centuries of folk songs, and Converso (2005), a three-generational novel tracing the legacy of the Portuguese Inquisition and the “crypto” Jews it created.

       As mentioned earlier, Hazel did things her way and, as was her wont, she set her course in another way. Whereas all her sisters had had huge Jewish weddings, Hazel said, “I eloped with Russell Arnett, a non-Jew, and we promptly moved to France for him to learn filmmaking at the prestigious Institut des Hautes Études Cinématographique.”

       Toward the end of his studies at IDHEC, Russell served an apprenticeship with motion picture producer Alexander Salkind on two features, one made in Spain, the other in France. On returning to the United States, he was employed as an assistant director on the Army’s Signal Corps training films. From there he became assistant director of the Guy Lombardo TV series for two years before moving on to feature films. Among several well-known directors he assisted were Bud Yorkin and Peter Bogdanovich. As a director, his specialties were TV commercials and industrial films. His major clients for industrials were Lederle Laboratories and Singer Sewing Machines; for commercials, the production company Screen Gems.

       After fourteen years of marriage, Hazel and Russell had her parents’ only granddaughter, Hayley. Approximately six years later the couple divorced. 

       In 1984 Hazel moved to Saint Louis to head the media arm of a famous institute. Within a year she met her second husband, Wayner Swenson, a successful contractor and realtor. After seventeen years, the very happy union of two culture vultures suddenly came to an end when Swenson died in 2001.

       Hazel remained very active through her nineties. At one point she submitted a different ten-minute play to two playwriting festivals and was working on an original feature film treatment. Living as long as she did, Hazel Arnett’s childhood memories date back to the Roaring Twenties and the remarkable coming-to-America story of her parents and their families.   

 

A Gray Homburg and Spats on West End Avenue                

On Sunday afternoons in the late 1920s, Isaac Liberman would don his gray spats and matching homburg hat, pick up his wooden cane with a gold band around it, and usher his wife, Bertha, and three daughters into their elevator at 272 West Ninetieth Street in Manhattan. From the front of their building, they walked a few steps to the corner, where Liberman turned and took the lead as they promenaded on West End Avenue, showing off the family to the neighborhood. Ike, as he was called, a trim five-foot-four and dapper, walked with a stride that was measured and determined. Bertha, barely five feet and fuller of figure, struggled to keep up at the best of times. “My father and mother never walked arm in arm,” remembered Hazel Liberman Arnett, who trailed behind with her older sisters, Ruth and Irene. Unlike the schoolgirls in the Madeline books, they did not walk in a straight line. “It was more of a rotating formation,” said Arnett.

       This was the West Side of Manhattan in the last days of the Roaring Twenties. Just a block to the west, fashionable figures like Babe Ruth, George Gershwin, and Damon Runyon steered their roadsters along the tree-lined curves and rises of Riverside Drive, which had been finished just nineteen years earlier but still felt like the modern world come to life.

        Sundays were the Libermans’ family time. The rest of the week, including Saturdays, Ike served on the board of New York’s oldest specialty store, Arnold Constable, at Fifth Avenue and Fortieth Street, for the middle class and ran Stewart & Company, the specialty store he had founded, serving upscale customers. “My father was a workaholic,” said Arnett. “We didn’t see him, except on Sunday. He went to work before we got up and came home after we went to bed. On Sunday, we’d put on our coats and walk the neighborhood.”

      By any measure Ike Liberman had plenty to show off. Since 1901, when he had arrived as a seventeen-year-old at the Castle Garden pier from Lithuania, he had founded and built Stewart & Company into one of Manhattan’s largest specialty stores, and in 1925 he had been asked to join the board of Arnold Constable.

      As the decade Lindy hopped toward its crescendo, Liberman was still on the rise, determined to build his fortune, burnish his name, and take his place in fashionable society. As with J. P. Morgan on Wall Street, the initials I. L. were identifier enough for Isaac Liberman in the retail world.

       In 1928 he had supervised the creation of the inaugural gown for the wife of the newly elected governor of New York, Franklin Delano Roosevelt. The process of creating the gown included the input of Eleanor Roosevelt’s mother-in-law, Sara Delano Roosevelt. “I had picked a group of dresses that made her look younger,” said Liberman. “I had to show them to Mrs. Roosevelt’s mother-in-law. She said, ‘This is terrible.’” Liberman, being diplomatic, helped Eleanor and Sara settle on another style, although he knew it was not as flattering as the first group he had shown. Eleanor said to Liberman, “You know, you’ve been wonderful with my mother-in-law.” Later, he said, “Eleanor realized she’d made a mistake.” 

      It turned out to be the first of two inaugural gowns Liberman made for Roosevelt, who became a longtime friend and ally in philanthropic causes. At her behest, Liberman became an early and loyal supporter of the Wiltwyck School for Boys, which was located across the Hudson from the Roosevelts’ home in Hyde Park and served the needs of emotionally disturbed “juvenile delinquent” African American teenagers. 

      In the spring of 1929, while Bertha was pregnant with their fourth child, Liberman was busy with another venture—joining his friend Sam Golding in starting the Sterling National Bank and Trust Company. As it happened, the bank opened on May 7, 1929, the same day Bertha gave birth to Sarah Bayer Liberman, named after Bertha’s mother. Eddie Cantor, then starring in Whoopee! on Broadway, attended the bank’s opening celebration. “We compared births,” said Liberman. “Sally was my fourth daughter. Cantor said, ‘I can top that—I have five.’” Sally’s birth was long and painful: “The only one that had caused her such pain,” Sally remembered her mother saying, “the only one to make it necessary for her to go to the hospital.” [Hazel strongly disputes that her mother had to go to the hospital for Sally’s birth. Nonetheless, these are the words that Sally heard from her mother.]

       As he had before the birth of Hazel, Isaac Liberman had strongly hoped for a boy to carry on his business, and he expressed his disappointment in Bertha for not producing the right gender.    

        “I do remember the day Sally was born,” said Arnett. “I was in kindergarten downstairs in the building where we lived. There was this beautiful bassinette and inside there was this beautiful, fair-skinned baby. Later, in the summer, when we rented a hundred-acre estate in Dobbs Ferry, New York, I remember that beautiful bassinette next to my favorite tree, which I liked to climb.”

        “I was amazed about this fun little cherub,” said cousin Abba Bayer, always called Abby, who was about the same age as Arnett.     

        Thereafter, when the Libermans took their Sunday strolls on West End Avenue, the baby Sarah stayed back in the apartment with Anna MacDonald, the Scottish nurse who had been with the family for eleven years.[1] “She just took charge,” said Arnett. “Our time was all with the nurse. It wasn’t with our parents—just on Sunday.”

      MacDonald’s influence on the household can be gauged by a switch she made soon after the baby’s arrival. “Anna the nurse had the gall to change her name to Sally,” said Hazel, “which turned out to be her sister’s name. It was scandalous!”

       That summer, Liberman’s perspective as board member of a bank may have led him to take a close look at the surging stock market. Or perhaps he had a moment like that of Joseph P. Kennedy, who said he realized it was time to exit the market when taxi drivers offered him stock tips, the man shining his shoes gave him the latest financial news, and his cook had a brokerage account. Liberman may also have noticed the large numbers of his customers who were buying on credit. In fact, charge operations were making up 45 to 70 percent of his business, as they were in stores like Lord & Taylor, Best & Co., and Abraham & Strauss. Whatever Liberman’s reasoning, he, like Joe Kennedy, sold short before Black Friday, October 29, 1929. In the aftermath of the crash, as Arnett put it, “He made a killing.”

        Although Liberman had been savvy enough to sell his own stocks, he couldn’t save Stewart & Company. In unfortunate timing, Liberman had built a new location at Fifth Avenue and Fifty-Sixth Street and opened it on October 16, 1929. The building featured an entranceway that was described in The New York Times as “a stupendously luxurious mix of limestone, bronze, platinum, and hammered aluminum . . . At the very top of the façade were limestone relief panels of two nearly naked women brandishing large scarves, as if dancing. The interior was just as opulent as the entrance: murals, decorative painting, and a forest of woods: satinwood, butternut, walnut, cherry, rosewood, bubinga, maple, ebony, red mahogany, and Persian oak.” An invitation to a luncheon preceding the inauguration ceremonies, which Eleanor Roosevelt attended, read, “signalizing through architecture and decoration a new era of art in fashion.”

     After the crash, with Stewart customers unable to buy anything, Liberman closed the new store and sold it to Paul Bonwit, who had for some time been urging him to make a deal for the location. “They were on Thirty-Eighth Street,” Liberman remembered. “He said Bonwit Teller belongs uptown.” Uptown it went, and there it remained for fifty years or so until a young developer from Queens tore the building down and erected a luxurious glass skyscraper that he named Trump Tower after himself.

      In the next phase of Liberman’s business life, he took over as president of Arnold Constable as it navigated the wreckage of the Great Depression. Part of his strategy anticipated the rise of the suburbs. Under Liberman’s leadership, Constable expanded into New Rochelle in 1937, followed thereafter by the Long Island towns of Hempstead and Manhasset; the New Jersey outposts Hackensack, Trenton, New Brunswick, and West Orange; and Upper Darby in Pennsylvania.

     In 1933, the Liberman family—Ike; Bertha; daughters Ruth, Irene, Hazel, and Sally; and Anna MacDonald, the nurse—moved to the East Side and a twelve-room apartment at 1000 Park Avenue, at Eighty-Fourth Street. Ike, as driven as ever, spent little time with the women at home. As his and Bertha’s social profile grew, she was consumed with raising money for Jewish charities and carrying out her role as a lady of New York society. She ran her household with the help of a cadre of live-in employees that over the years, along with MacDonald, included chambermaid and waitress Marie Sebek from Czechoslovakia; cook Lou Michael from Germany; and chauffeur and butler Al Crain from the horse country of Kentucky, where he had been an aspiring jockey (before he grew too tall) and a stable hand thereafter. A Runyonesque character, Crain loved to bet on the ponies, smoked cheap cigars, taught Hazel to drive, and served the family for many years. The live-in help was complemented by seamstresses and laundresses who came in for the day.

     The three older daughters went to Fieldston, the high school of the progressive Ethical Culture Society, in a leafy section of the Bronx. “It was peer pressure,” explained Hazel Arnett. “All of my parents’ friends’ kids had been sent to Fieldston, so we were, too.”

       Sally, meanwhile, attended Public School No. 6, the Lillie D. Blake School at East Eighty-Fifth Street, named after suffragist Lillie Devereaux Blake. Each morning MacDonald walked Sally from their door on Park Avenue one block up to Eighty-Fifth Street then one block over to Madison Avenue, then walked her back when school let out. Sally loved her dearly.

     Each winter Isaac and Bertha spent a month in Florida, leaving the children in MacDonald’s care. “None of us traveled,” said Hazel. “Here we are, rich kids. But we didn’t feel rich. We didn’t go to Bermuda like some of the other kids in our schools. Other than camp in Maine in the summer, none of us went anyplace.” 

      In this protected environment, “the baby” Sally spent most of her time at home alone with her dolls, her books, the games she made up, and Anna MacDonald. Sally’s was a privileged Park Avenue childhood that contrasted dramatically with the remarkable coming-to-America stories of her father and mother, just a generation before.

The Rise of Isaac Liberman

In 1900, a fire roared through the inventory of the yard-goods store owned by Isaac Liberman’s parents in the tiny rural shtetl of Ramygala, in northwest Lithuania, then still a part of the Russian Empire. In the aftermath, the government-run insurance paid just 10 percent of what the fabrics had been worth. Liberman, then sixteen, looked around at Ramygala (literally, “Quiet End”). Nestled in the highlands, it was remote from everything— except, from time to time, the bootheels of the Czar’s dragoons. Almost half of Ramygala’s 1,326 people were Jews, but that didn’t help when the pogroms came—or maybe it made things worse.

      To one extent or another, waves of violence against Jews were a recurring part of life in Czarist Russia in the latter half of the nineteenth century. It was said that things had been better in Lithuania’s capital city of Vilna, ninety miles to the southeast, where Poles, Latvians, Estonians, Jews, Catholics, Protestants, Germans, and Russians had lived together in a cultural stew. But the Czar’s soldiers had seen to it that each pogrom was bloodier and more brutal than the last. Throughout the 1890s, Isaac’s four older brothers and sister, like thousands of Lithuanian Jews, had emigrated. His oldest two brothers, Udol and Zalman, had gone to Israel. Philip, Meyer, and Rose had left for New York City. Their letters home from Manhattan described a city where they could make a living. As the old joke went, “America is paradise. We work only a half day: twelve hours.” 

       Isaac had been born in 1885. In later life, not knowing the exact date of his birth, he picked December 25, because it was a day of the year he wouldn’t have to have his store open. In later life he also made it clear that he had no fond memories of the poverty and the injustice of having everything swept away in an instant. His grandson Randy Smith once asked him, “Don’t you ever want to go back?” Liberman paused and answered, “Why?”

       Isaac’s path of immigration likely took him through Poland and East Prussia to Hamburg, where steamers departed for America. Rose and Philip met him at the Castle Garden pier on the tip of Manhattan. It was 1901, and Isaac started working for Philip straight away. “My brother ran retail stores,” said Liberman, “convenience stores.” They sold dry goods, clothing, and notions. “His main store was on Eighth Avenue and Fortieth Street.”

      The family lived above the first floor, and Liberman lived with them. “I was of considerable help to him,” said Ike. “I didn’t know what ‘hours’ meant. I’d work six in the morning until ten at night, Sunday night until twelve. We used to stay open on Sunday morning until twelve, twelve-thirty. In spring and summer the streetcars were five cents a ride, which was itself interesting. On Sunday afternoons I’d take a ride on the streetcar up to 110th Street, where they had a regular Coney Island up there.”

     Throughout his life, Liberman generally pronounced v as w and vice versa, as in “ewentually” and “vuz.” The following sentence is rendered as spoken to provide a feeling for the way Liberman spoke. “My job ewentually vas to open up some of these stores and see that they were vell stocked vith merchandise, at Canal Street and Broadvay and places like that. Eventually ve opened up a big one on Broadvay opposite City Hall. One of the big stores had occupied that corner. They moved further uptown and my brother took over that store.”

      Liberman remembered that Frank W. Woolworth had his offices on that corner. “Mr. Woolworth used to come in to the store, and he asked me some questions. He was very pleasant, very nice. Eventually, he put up the Woolworth building, one of the first skyscrapers.”

        One day in 1903 or thereabouts, Philip made Isaac an offer. “My brother said to me, ‘I’ve just taken another store, and I’m going to make you a partner of mine in that store.’ I was naturally delighted. I thought that was wonderful of my brother to have done. So we went down and saw where the store was, and he had laid out exactly what was happen to open the store, and he said to me, ‘We’re going to call it either Liberman Brothers or Philip & Isaac Liberman.’ I couldn’t sleep that night thinking that I would be in business with my brother.

      “We opened up and it was very successful, we were doing business, but my name did not appear over the store, so I spoke to my brother. I said, ‘I thought I was to be a partner of yours and we were going to call it Liberman Brothers or Philip and Isaac Liberman.’ He said, ‘I’ve thought it over, and I thought you were too young.’ He thought that I ought to wait. ‘Eventually,’ he says, ‘we’ll do it. But you’re too young yet.’ So I was very disturbed about it. He was probably right, but youth doesn’t understand that. [It] can’t wait. I said, ‘I hate to do it, but I can’t put my efforts to the best if I’m thinking that my name wouldn’t be up,’ and I said I would like to step out of the business. He said, ‘Well, that’s all right, but I can’t pay you out.’ I said, ‘I’ll take one half of the merchandise, if you will permit me to keep it in the basement until I get myself located,” and so it was. I must have been about twenty.”

        This was Liberman’s sanitized version of this episode, rendered with seven and a half decades of perspective. In fact, this parting of the ways was considerably more bitter. Philip later moved to Florida, where he started the first commercial bank in Miami Beach and his son Marcie served as mayor from 1947 to 1949. Liberman did not approve of Marcie because he was unpolished, was often quoted for his malapropisms, and reportedly socialized with mobsters.

       In later years, Liberman also broke off social relations with his older brother Meyer, even when Meyer was working for him at Arnold Constable. Liberman was self-disciplined and assiduous in his personal habits. He held everyone around him to his own lofty standards of behavior, appearance, and achievement. As apparent as these traits were in later years to Liberman’s wife and children, they were also fully present when he was in his early twenties, beginning to build his business.

       “My first store was on 1418 Broadway right opposite the Metropolitan Opera House,” Liberman recalled. “It was an empty store and I took it. I went to the resources and they all welcomed me very nicely and they gave me credit, and I bought nice merchandise to add to what I had. Since that store was located next to the opera, in the middle of the block, and there was plenty of activity until about twelve o’clock, and so I stayed open until twelve o’clock. I was very envious of the papers, particularly the Sunday papers, and all the advertising there. I thought, “If I could only afford to spend some money on the advertising.” I checked it out, and I thought it was too expensive. I went around to the newsstands and I asked them, if I was to print a circular, would they put it in the Sunday section of the papers. They wanted to know what I would pay, and I said, ‘Whatever you say as a tryout, but you’ve got to be reasonable to start with,’ and they said yes. The Sunday paper came out, it was the same size as the newspaper pages, and it was successful. That was my first experience in advertising, but it didn’t last long. The newspapers put in a restriction because the loose flyers fell out of the papers and into the street.

      “We were going along, the store was too small, and there was a store a block and a half away, near Forty-Second Street, opposite the Imperial Hotel and Broadway. The store was successful, doing good business. I was in that store for quite a few years. I operated under the name Stewart and Company because Liberman Brothers was taken.”

      His first Fifth Avenue store was between was between Thirty-Eighth and Thirty-Ninth. His next store, offering “Correct Apparel for Women & Misses,” was at Fifth Avenue and Thirty-Seventh Street.

      Around this time, Liberman helped organize the Fifth Avenue Association, which shaped the future of that storied commercial district. “Between 1913 and 1920,” writes William Leach in Land of Desire, “streets were widened, trees planted, public space freed—to the ‘extent that it was possible’—of ‘riff-raff,’ as the association’s notes reported. ‘Isles of safety’ for pedestrians were created on the streets and garish billboards were demolished. At the urging of the association, the city adopted new subway stations and rerouted bus service to serve the retail district better.”

       At that point, Liberman decided to take a buying trip to Europe, “particularly to France.” He and his two closest friends, a lawyer and an engineer, started out in Paris. “We made an arrangement with the commissionaire there, had everything lined up so we can place orders. So it was.” Next they took the train to Venice, because Isaac wanted to see what Venice looked like. “I didn’t know if there was anything I was interested in purchasing in Venice, and I just couldn’t take the smell of the canals.” His friends said he was too fussy. “I may be too fussy,” he told them. “But I can’t breathe. I can’t fall asleep.”

      So they adjourned to the Adriatic oceanfront at Lido Beach. “It was beautiful,” Liberman recalled. “It was a great place for schoolteachers, and”—a memory that plainly endured— “they used to bathe nude.” Then, said Liberman, “a Sunday morning came along and there was an extra: Austria had declared war against Serbia. ‘Oh my God,’ I says. ‘What’s that going to mean?’ We were supposed to leave on Monday morning to Trieste.” They asked Cook’s travel bureau what they should do. “They said, ‘Oh, don’t pay attention to that Austria Declares War. They’re going to walk in and that will be the end of it. Go ahead.’ And that’s exactly what we did.”

      The three Americans found that their original itinerary would take them into the war zone. They were told that a big inland city, Vienna, would be safer. They ended up stuck in Vienna for three or four months. Fortunately, the manager of their hotel had managed the Imperial Hotel across the street from Liberman’s store in New York. Liberman and his friends had to obtain passports from the American embassy because up until that time, as he said, “you didn’t need ’em.”

       Eventually they made their way back to Paris, hoping to pick up some merchandise, but with nothing available they went on to England and home. “I was a different person when I stepped off the boat,” said Liberman. True to that statement, for the rest of his life, he never again left the United States.

A Match Is Made

       By 1916, Liberman had established himself as a successful entrepreneur and a respected civic leader. “So it was time for him to find a wife,” said Hazel Arnett. In line with the culture of the day, his introduction to twenty-two-year-old Bertha Bayer was the work of a matchmaker. If the matchmaker was not named Dolly Levi, no matter. We can still picture Barbra Streisand at Luchow’s arranging to bring Isaac Liberman and Bertha Bayer together. 

       To Bertha, the matchmaker might have said, “So what if he’s nine years older? He owns his own store. He’s full of energy. Everybody who tries to keep up with him at Stewart & Company knows that. He doesn’t drink or smoke. He’s fit and trim—never touches dessert. He even has good teeth—never had a cavity in his life. Let’s face it, Miss Bayer, a person could do worse!”

       To Ike, Mrs. Levi might have cooed, “Miss Bayer is pretty and young—plenty of time for lots of children. She comes from a good Lithuanian family. Good businessmen. They’re devout, very orthodox. She was born in this country, even. [She wasn’t, but coming over at eighteen months is close enough.] Remember, Mr. Liberman, you’re no spring chicken.”   

       To properly express his intentions, I.L. would have been introduced to Bertha’s father, Samuel Bayer, at 54 an owner of Bayer Brothers, a thriving textile business with offices at 53 Fifth Avenue and a mill across the Hudson in Paterson, New Jersey. Bayer was a dignified gentleman, with a white moustache and goatee, his white hair swept back, with the piercing eyes of a man who, like Liberman, had made his way in New York business and thrived on his hard work and savvy. In fact, when Liberman called upon Bayer in his apartment at 2 West Ninety-Fourth Street, he met a man whose journey from Lithuania to America had much in common with his own.   

Meet the Bayers; Ike and Bertha’s Life Together

In the year 1900, Eldridge Street between Canal and Division was crowded with pushcarts, fruit and vegetable vendors, and horse-drawn wagons. It was a hub of life for thousands of Eastern European Jews on the Lower East Side, much of it focused around the massive, ornate façade of the Eldridge Street Synagogue, at No. 12. Two doors down toward Division Street, at No. 8, stood a typical tenement house. Among its twenty-four tenants were Samuel and Sarah Bayer, their six children—Annie, fourteen; Henry, eleven; Alexander, ten; Mortimer, nine; and twins Bertha and Isidor, four—and Samuel’s younger brother Jack, who had come over from Vilna the year before. Samuel himself had emigrated in 1894. Sarah and the children, including the twins who were then only eighteen months old, had followed in 1897.

        On a Saturday morning, the family might have walked the two doors up to the synagogue. Samuel and Jack would have settled in with the men downstairs. Sarah and the children would have climbed the wooden staircase to sit in the balconies. In the records of the congregation, the Bayers are not listed among its members. There were hundreds of synagogues in the neighborhood where they might have felt more comfortable or where Samuel’s older brother, Phil, and his family might have chosen to worship.

        The Bayers had been textile merchants back in Vilna, selling undyed cotton, or what was known as gray goods. When Phil had come over in the early 1880s, he had transplanted the business and encouraged Samuel to join him. As Samuel prospered, he joined many Jewish and Italian immigrants in moving his family to Harlem, first to 251 West 112th Street, two blocks north of Central Park. By 1910, they lived at 187 West 118th Street, where they were doing well enough to employ a Polish maid.[2] As Samuel prospered more, he moved the family to 2 West 94th Street, on the corner of Central Park West. In time, he was a founder and first president of the uptown Talmud Torah. He was also a founder and president of the West Side Jewish Center at 131 West Eighty-Sixth Street. 

          When Ike Liberman started looking for a bride, the Bayers’ oldest daughter, Annie, was still living at home. She eventually married her uncle Phil—not exactly ideal, but sometimes things happen that way. Henry, Al, Moe, and Iz were working for Bayer Brothers. When the United States joined the Great War, Moe registered for the draft, became a doughboy, and showed off the portrait in his uniform for the rest of his life.

The Covenant of Marriage at the Astor Hotel

In later life Ike Liberman said, “I met my lady at one of the functions. I don’t remember which one it was. She appealed to me. I was around 31 years old, and she was about 22. So it was I asked her, and she was foolish enough to say yes.”  At other times he told a story, almost certainly apocryphal and having the ring of a line from a vaudeville routine, about meeting Bertha when she fell off a bicycle. “I helped her,” he said from time to time, “and her father made me marry her.”

    If the marriage was the work of a matchmaker, she earned her fee. Isaac and Bertha were married on February 25, 1917, in the Grand Ballroom of the Astor Hotel. The service was performed by M. Hyamson and Rabbi Oraih Chaim Congoly.

The witnesses were Gus Nathansoly and Wolf Kufeld. 

From the certificate of the day:

This Certificate Witnesseth

That on the First day of the week, the Third day of the month Adul in the year 5677, A.M., corresponding to the 25th of February 1917 the holy Covenant of Marriage was entered into at New York between the Bridegroom Isaac Liberman and his Bride Bertha Bayer.

The said bridegroom made the following declaration to his bride:

“Be thou my wife according to the law of Moses and of Israel. I faithfully promise that I will be a true husband unto thee. I will honor and cherish thee, and will provide all that is necessary for thy due sustenance, even as it beseemeth a Jewish husband to do. I also take upon myself all such further obligations for thy maintenance, during thy life-time, as are prescribed by our religious statute.”

And the said bride has plighted her troth unto him, in affection and in sincerity, and has thus taken upon herself the fulfillment of all the duties incumbent upon a Jewish wife.

This Covenant of Marriage was duly executed and witnessed this day, according to the usage of Israel.

        The commemorative photo, by Drucker & Co. NY, shows guests in formal attire, mostly white tie, seated around some twenty-one round tables in the grand ballroom, with six chandeliers and twelve Beaux Arts statues on each of the decorative supports leading to the domed ceiling. The bride and groom, with the latter in a top hat, are standing to the left and back in the photo, at a table with Sarah and Samuel Bayer (also in a top hat), a rabbi, and the rest of the Bayer children.  

        Isaac and Bertha set up housekeeping in an apartment at 135 West Eighty-Ninth Street, between Amsterdam and Columbus, with a French maid and a Bohemian cook who knew how to keep kosher. Bert, as Isaac called her, pious and observant, went to an Orthodox synagogue on West Eighty-Sixth Street. When daughter Ruth arrived on January 7, 1918, the Libermans hired Anna MacDonald, then fresh off the boat from Scotland, to take care of her.

      The next year Liberman was part of a group of merchants, led by Percy Straus of Macy’s, who founded the School of Retailing, which later became the Institute of Retail Management, at New York University. “Retailing in New York had a problem,” said Liberman. “No one was doing anything to develop any people in the retail field. None of the colleges had a retail course. We had to bring in some young people and train them, which takes years, before they could be of importance. We thought some of the colleges would be interested in developing a retail course so that people can go and be taught retailing in a year, year and a half, and have some talent.”

        As described by William Leach, “the first start-up meetings were held at the Strauses’ private offices at Macy’s and in the Mandarin Room at Lord & Taylor’s on Thirty-Seventh Street and Fifth Avenue. More than twenty merchants from stores in Newark, Manhattan, and Brooklyn attended these meetings, along with people from the New York City Board of Education and New York University.” Liberman found himself lecturing at NYU along with colleagues like Straus and Samuel Reyburn, head of Lord & Taylor.

     After Irene was born March 1, 1920, and Hazel on December 14, 1922, the family moved to the larger apartment at West End Avenue and Ninetieth Street. “We lived in a fourth-floor duplex,” Hazel Arnett remembered. “The address has since changed to 610 West End Avenue, even though the front door is still on Ninetieth Street. The apartment had a room-sized foyer, living room, kitchen, maids’ rooms, dining room, and parlor on the first floor. We had a huge icebox in the pantry, so the iceman cometh. On the second floor was our parents’ room and dressing room, a room where our two older sisters slept, and a room for the nurse, the baby, and me.”

      In the middle of the Roaring Twenties, Arnold Constable & Co., established in 1825 and the oldest specialty store in New York, was having management problems. “Arnold Constable was being run by an advertising man,” said Liberman. “He knew nothing about retail. Our attorney, as it happened, represented the Chase Bank, which held 50 percent interest in Arnold Constable. My lawyer, George Haight, asked, ‘Are you having lunch in the same spot, at the Waldorf?’ He said, ‘Give me some figures. What kind of a deal would you like?’ I said, ‘It seems to me that it’s kind of a deal where we ought to make a merger—Stewart & Co. merges with Arnold Constable.’ He said, ‘You are in that business. It seems to me that you ought to be able to work up a deal whereby we could merge and make a success.’  Within twenty-four hours they had it all written up and I accepted, just as they had written it.”

      That was 1925. “It took a few months to reorganize,” said Liberman, who led from his position on the new board. As the stock market soared and the economy boomed, Stewart & Company—serving the upper crust of New York society—and Arnold Constable—catering to the middle-class market—prospered together.

      In 1928 Liberman helped found the Hundred-Year Association, an organization of New York companies in continuous existence for at least a century. It was a promotional effort that ended up with more than 400 members. It took considerable effort for Liberman to get Cornelius Vanderbilt and the New York Central Railroad to take part. “I’m only the president,” Vanderbilt told Liberman. “The vice president, he’ll work with you.”

       On May 9, 1929, came the birth of Sally and the Sterling National Bank, followed by the Crash and the demise of Stewart & Company.

     Although Liberman had exited the stock market, his in-laws had not. “They lost everything,” said Hazel Arnett. “The tables were turned.” The Bayers, who had previously been considered the more established family, now needed Liberman’s help to get back on their feet. His annoyance at this burden was evident to Sally. She saw it as a source of tension between her mother and father, whose relationship was chilly and distant at best. In 1932, Liberman got his nephew Merwin Bayer, just seventeen, a job at Arnold Constable. He was successful enough that in 1938 a New York Times story announced that he was part of an “executive committee” of younger employees who would “take over merchandising during the store’s 113th anniversary celebration.” The team reported to Liberman’s brother Meyer, who was then the vice president and treasurer.

        In 1945, a young Eileen Ford was hired in Constable’s advertising department, reporting directly to Liberman as a stylist and working on some of America’s first story catalogues. “‘They were pages—whole sections in the catalogue—that had a running theme with an editorial feel,’” she recalled in Robert Lacey’s biography Model Woman: Eileen Ford and the Business of Beauty. “‘And it was at Arnold Constable that I learned about accessorizing: what goes with what when you’re styling photographs and presenting clothes.’”

      Most of all, Ford recounted, she dived deeper into the modeling business. “‘It was my job to hire all the models for Constable’s advertising campaigns and catalogues. So I was on the telephone a lot. I got to know how all the different agencies worked, and I made good friends with a lot of the models. I learned a big lesson when Mr. Isaac Liberman saw what I was paying for some models per hour. He was not happy, and he let me know it. So we had to work much quicker in the photo studio.’”

      Lacey writes, “Negotiating with photographers and modeling agencies, arranging photo shoots, and devising the marketing campaigns for one of the city’s most eminent department stores, Eileen rapidly made a name for herself as she bustled around the high-pressure world of New York City’s fashion business. Lively, self-confident, and efficient, the young Mrs. Ford was clearly a rising talent, and it was not long before the headhunters came calling.”

     “‘I made a terrible mistake,’” recalled Ford. “‘I let a recruitment agency, a lady called Betty Corwin, talk me into leaving Arnold Constable. It was partly the money, but also the idea that, in fashion terms, Arnold Constable was getting a bit homely and had become out of date.’” Nonetheless, the lessons she learned from Liberman at Constable came in handy when she started her own modeling agency.

        In the early fifties, Liberman, as president, replaced Meyer as chairman and took over the job himself, one of many instances over the years when he grew impatient with his less polished older brothers for not living up to his high standards. Amid the Roaring Twenties, Liberman’s older brother Philip and his son Marcie had started a chain of clothing stores in Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania. In 1929, they moved to Miami Beach, where Marcie, a rotund, lovable bachelor, became a liquor wholesaler. In 1931 Philip, as his brother had two years before, started a bank. It was the Mercantile National, Miami Beach’s first commercial bank. When Philip died in 1937, the bank went to Marcie and his sister, Bertha Miller, back in New York.

        As mayor of Miami Beach from 1947 to 1949, Marcie was known for his malapropisms. When he was named mayor, he said he had reached “the pinochle of success.” Sometimes he fell asleep during long city council deliberations, then woke up and said, “I move that we abdicate for today. I got work to do.” His obituary in The Miami News notes, “He admitted that he sometimes dreamed up other assaults on the language to break the tension at council sessions. ‘If I can get those guys laughing, they may forget what they were arguing about.’”

       “Marcie was quite a character,” said his second cousin Jon Low. “Ike apparently despised him because he was so wild and ostentatious. He always took Mom and Dad [Irene and Jerome Low] to showy restaurants, then to clubs. He consorted with Mafiosi, show girls, etc. He was a high liver and a great guy. Never let anyone pick up a bill.”

        Marcie lived for twenty years at the Albion Hotel, where friends could always find him in the lobby or in the barbershop across the street. “He was a shrewd businessman, a millionaire, and one of the area’s most generous philanthropists,” reads his obituary. He and his father helped build the Beth Jacob Orthodox Congregation at the beach, and he “without publicity, contributed fortunes to Miami Sinai Hospital, the University of Miami, and many other institutions.”   

        Perhaps a less driven, less perfectionist Liberman could have been more forgiving of his relatives. In the years to come, he amplified the prestige of his role as president of Arnold Constable by continuing his charitable and civic activities. He was a founder of the Businessmen’s Council of the Federation of Jewish Philanthropies and a longtime executive board member of the New York chapter of the Boy Scouts.

       In 1947 he and Bertha established the Bertha and Isaac Liberman Foundation, which supports worthy causes, many of them in the arts, to the present day. Liberman ended up supporting Eleanor Roosevelt not only in the Wiltwyck School for Boys, but also in the American Association for the United Nations when she assumed her role with the American delegation to the UN. [3] 



[1] Although she gave her full name as Anna MacDonald Fosdick to a census taker, the Libermans knew her as Anna MacDonald.

[2] The Bayer Brothers firm was eventually sold to Cannon Mills in 1938.

[3] Isaac Liberman remained president of Arnold Constable until 1963 and retired as chairman in 1970. He died at 97 on August 2, 1983.

 

Wednesday, November 1, 2023

In Memoriam: Fire + Smoke, a restaurant closed before this review was published

 

A high-end southern prime steakhouse fills a niche on Northshore Drive.


Tucson, Arizona, native Mandy Glenn was new to Knoxville when she tasted Fire + Smoke’s prime tenderloin tartare small plate, Japanese kuroge wagyu New York strip, and hand cut beef tallow fries. “I was with an Australian guy who hadn’t had tallow fries in forever,” she says. “I called the next day and said, ‘I want to work here.’ Now an enthusiastic, knowledgeable server, Glenn recently brought on her younger brother Micaiah as a host.

As she presents the 4 oz. A5 wagyu—six half-dollar-sized medallions arrayed on a Himalayan salt block— Glenn explains, “It’s the highest yield, highest grade,” showing the wagyu certificate verifying the farm and even the animal it came from. At $90, this is not the priciest dish on the menu. That distinction goes to the $100 dry-aged, bone-in 24 oz ribeye. But Fire + Smoke patrons aren’t complaining; in fact, they are embracing the value of Executive Chef Jared Martin’s mouth-watering specialty cuts. “After I left Kefi,” he says, “I was looking for the next step, a chance to be creative. I have that here, and I’m building my crew. I enjoy watching them progress.” As a chef, Martin found some episode from the first season of The Bear “very triggering,” but the second season resonated with his current mission: “It’s about how you go about changing the idea of what your restaurant is.”

When owner Archer Bradley was looking to branch out from his Archer’s BBQ empire, he cast his eye toward Northshore Drive near the Pellissippi Parkway. “Looking at the demographics,” said Bradley in his calm, understated manner, “37922 has the highest median family income in Knoxville, but there was no high-end restaurant down here.”

The design, simple and sophisticated, in muted grays and browns, came from Meghan Grohl of R2R Studios. Multi-surfaced sound panels keep things quiet. Booths allow intimacy. A wall with a fireplace behind glass separates a seven-seat bar from the main dining area.

The name? “We have a smoker in the wall,” says Bradley. “We smoke our potatoes, pork chops, chicken, fish, everything. We have fire from the grill, smoke from the smoker. Put them together and you’re set.”

Bar Chef Joe Trail has created a rich selection of specialty cocktails using “fresh-squeezed everything and house-made simple syrups.” No surprise, he uses smoked sugar cubes in his Old Fashioneds, his top seller.

Among the small plates, you can see why the Prime Tenderloin Tartare with quail egg, fried capers, shallot, creole mustard, Georgia olive oil, and cornbread crisps made Glenn want to join the staff. The melt-in-your-mouth confit Pork Belly comes with pickled red onions, spiced sorghum, and a creamy parsnip puree that makes you want to see it again.

The Smoked Broccoli Cheddar Soup is creamy and livened with veggie elements. The Kilt Greens expertly combine baby greens, scallion, bacon fat vinaigrette, lardon, and a poached egg.

The specialty cuts, as well as the 14 oz. Prime New York Strip, 8 oz. Prime Filet, 16 oz. Prime Ribeye, and 8 oz. Baseball Sirloin come from Châtel Farms in Georgia. “It’s good lookin’,” says Archer. “The marbling is exceptional.”

Martin sweet-tea-brines both his Springer Farms Half Chicken and Duroc Pork Chop (both smoked, of course) to give them a surprising moist and tasty quality.

Along with a Peach Blackberry Bourbon Cobbler, a Crème Brûlée Cheese Cake, or fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies and brandy milk punch, pick from Joe Trail’s special dessert offerings. Cup of Joe combines Mr. Black coffee liqueur, Whisper Creek Tennessee Sipping Cream, Appleton Estates Signature Jamaican Rum, salt, and allspice. “I worked really hard on this,” said Trail.

Monday, March 6, 2023

Ellen Cheever Rockwood's 1915 letter about her niece Betty meeting a man on a cruise

Transcribed below is Ellen Cheever Rockwood’s letter to her sister Charlotte “Lottie” Cheever Tucker from York Harbor, Maine, dated September 17, 1915.

This was written soon after the news that Lottie’s daughter, Elizabeth Washburn Tucker (Betty to her family; Backie to her grandchildren), had met, by “chance acquaintance on an ocean voyage,” Frank William Cushwa, an English professor at Phillips Exeter Academy.  The voyage was the second passenger ship through the Panama Canal and ended up at the Pacific-Panama International Exposition in San Francisco, whence Betty had sent an enthusiastic letter home on August 25, 1915.

Will and Lottie Tucker eventually announced the engagement of Betty and Frank in December 1915.

What is interesting in the realm of family lore is that Ellen does not seem to have known that the chance meeting on the cruise had actually been orchestrated by her youngest sister, Louisa Cheever, an English professor at Smith, and Miss Helen Pittman, a friend of the Cheever sisters at Choate School who knew Cushwa from his time on the faculty there. (Note Ellen's reference to Pittman's “recommendations.”) Betty’s Aunt Louisa had accompanied her on the cruise and “procured” the introduction.  

Chance meeting indeed. 



York Harbor, Maine

Sept. 17, 1915

My dear Charlotte:

     This is a very exciting corollary to the Panama trip! I hardly know what to think or say.  I have never seen the person to whom I could think with equanimity of entrusting Betty’s happiness and it is a bit difficult to get adjusted to having her carried off by a chance acquaintance on an ocean voyage “all of a sudden”!  But his recommendations from Helen [Pittman] seem to be high, and from what you say I should judge that Betty is not likely to find it so difficult to know her own mind as sometimes happens.  The visit from him at home will be sure to clarify things for her, and he can trust to her good sense and his comments to choose wisely.

     I agree with you that she would not be so likely to find city life so congenial.  And Exeter would not be very far away.  I can’t bear to think of how you will miss her when the time comes, or how we shall fare to have someone else taking her off to New York on little trips.  But much is the way of the world.

     We wanted awfully to lift the slight veil of mystery that seemed to surround Betty when she was with us, but we had to content ourselves to wait—

     When the time comes for us to give our blessing our hearts will go with—it, for Betty is very dear and precious to us both—and we have taken great comfort in her all these years.

     I hope her father is bearing the extra excitement and heat combined without too much fatigue. It has been very oppressive even here, but tonight a slight shower has cooled things.  We have decided not to leave early in the week, though Lizzie [Cheever Wheeler] goes to Long Island early tomorrow morning, and I have sent for Sarah to get our breakfast and tea and keep the house in order as long as we care to stay.  There is a chance that Lizzie may decide to return after her two weeks with her friends are up.  She is really a very excellent cook.

    Tell Betty she is not the only cause of punctures. Nat [Wheeler] came to tea Monday night and on the way up the hill said, “Doddie [George Rockwood], s’pose you should have a puncture here, could you get up to the house before you slipped.”  Returning after tea, lo! an ominous sound as he went up from the hedges.  So Nat and I walked home as George had to go back to the house to change his only white trousers before tackling it. Wednesday we had a fine trip to Exeter and back with Bancroft [Wheeler], but just as he passed the Breckenridge’s, the same rear tire that he had put on the night before had to come off he all the heat of noon hour on the highway!  Was it not curious three punctures within four days, after going 2,800 miles in three months without one!

   I am off to bed now as we rise early to see Lizzie off on the 7 o’clock train.

   My especially dear love to you all

Ellen