January 20, 2013

George Fuller Golden (1868-1912),
formerly of Ryland and Golden,
American Jewish Irish-dialect vaudeville and music hall comedian.
James F. Dolan and Ida Lenharr’s vaudeville sketch,
A High-Toned Burglar, was first produced in New York in the Fall of 1900.
(contemporary photograph of a twelve-fold lithograph poster, published by
The H.C. Miner Litho Co, New York, circa 1900,
probably after a photograph by Elmer Chickering, Boston.)

‘President of the White Rats Got into a Street Fight and Was Taken to Police Station.
‘Broadway was the scene of tumult that amounted almost to a riot shortly after midnight last night, when George Fuller Golden, President of the What Rates, was arrested for intoxication and disorderly conduct in front of the Delavan Hotel by detective Martineau.
‘Golden was talking with friends in front of the hotel, at Broadway and fortieth Street, the police say, when one of the party made a remark that offended Golden, and a fight started. Golden was arrested and the others got away.
‘It was just the time of night when the streets in that neighborhood are well filled with theatrical people, and when they saw the man whom so many recognize as their leader being led away to prison by the detective, all sorts of inducements were offered for his release, and when the detective refused all such propositions the friends of the prisoners [sic] formed into a great crowd and followed after.
‘At a saloon kept by a well-known prize-fighter, Corbett’s, Golden asked to be permitted to go in a see some friends to arrange about being bailed out, and the detective consented. The crowd, augmented by many who had left the street cards to see the end of the affair, waited outside. Golden staid at the bar for some time, and at last Martineau suggested that it was about time to go to the West Thirtieth Street Police Station.
‘Golden then refused to accompany him a step further, and the policeman seized him. They had a savage fight there, and many of Golden’s friends hampered the detective as much as they dared. The men rolled on the floor, and the detective was getting much the worst of the encounter when he remembered that the midnight squad was just turning out and blew his whistle.
‘The police were close at hand. They formed a line before the door of the saloon and refused to allow any one to pass till two of their number had gone in and separated the fighters and dragged Golden out. On his way to jail golden wept. At the station house, in answer to the Sergeant’s questions, Golden said he was thirty-three years old, of Alabaster, Mich., now living at 135 East Thirtieth Street.
‘Corbett and George Considine soon reached the station house, but the Sergeant refused to let Golden go in the condition in which he was.’
(The New York Times, New York, Tuesday, 14 May 1901, p. 1d)

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