Whiskey Men Accused of Treason

Foreword:  The American Civil War brought with it strong partisan views about the struggle.  Some Northerners supported the South; some Southerners favored the North.  In such a tense environment the charge of treason was easily brought against such individuals, sometimes formally, sometimes by inference.  Those in the liquor trade were not immune.  Related here are descriptions of  three incidents in which whiskey men were accused as traitors, and the outcomes.

The Whitlock brothers, Benjamin M. and Edmund A., were grocers in New York City who launched several popular whiskey brands and also were widely known for Southern sympathies and pro-slavery views during the 1850s and early 1860s.  A major mercantile firm, Whitlock Bros. Company sold so extensively below the Mason-Dixon line that it was called “The Southern Headquarters.”  The brothers were outspoken in their support of Southern causes.

In 1860 Benjamin went further.  As the Nation trembled on the brink of war, he invited to New York members of the “Savannah Republican Blues,” a Southern militia unit, ostensibly to promote reconciliation.  The unit is shown in a newspaper illustration of the time.  The officers and men were welcomed at the Whitlock’ s Beekman Place establishment, fed lunch, and that afternoon transported by boat to Benjamin’s large brownstone mansion on the Hudson River, about three miles from Manhattan.  

When the Civil War broke out, the Whitlocks, “lost overwhelmingly.”  Their Southern customers either ignored their debts to the New Yorkers or were unable to make the necessary financial transfers because of wartime disruption. Owed the equivalent of millions today, the Whitlocks were unable to collect. They also faced boycotts by Northern customers.  Benjamin’s relationship to his brother-in-law William McDonald, identified by authorities as a Confederate agent, also was a lively subject for gossip including whispers of treason aimed at the Whitlocks. 

Following the burning of Atlanta, McDonald and his co-conspirators set out to burn down portions of central Manhattan.  They succeeded in torching an empty room in the prestigious Astor House, a few rooms in nearby hotels, and the Barnum Museum, here shown on fire, escaping to Canada just as authorities closed in. Although the fires were soon extinguished and no one injured, the event sparked immediate outrage that innocent women and children might have perished.

Reputedly as a result of this stress in their lives, having lost everything, both Whitlock brothers went to early graves.  Benjamin, crumbling both physically and mentally, died in 1863 at the age of 46.  Amid the outcry over the McDonald’s “terrorist” raid, an event that could be tied by inference to the Whitlocks, Edward sickened and died in May, 1865 also at 46.  Even today some Whitlocks are unwilling to acknowledge any kinship with the brothers.

A member of a highly successful San Francisco liquor business known as Truett, Jones, and Arrington, Gideon Jones was arrested, accused of treason, and jailed in 1863.  He was accused as the middle man in a scheme to aid the Confederate cause by outfitting a rebel “pirate ship,” a conspiracy that went terribly wrong for the participants.

Jones apparently was recruited by the ringleader of the conspiracy, Asbury Harpending.  He was a fellow Kentuckian who was an unabashed supporter of the Confederates and under loose Federal watch.  With the Civil War raging in 1863, Harpending, shown right, hatched a plot to have Southern sympathizers in California outfit a “pirate ship” and sail the Pacific Coast, preying on U.S. merchant vessels.  Jones was enlisted to help the conspirators buy the needed items.  As a local merchant and trader, Jones’ purchases, even of guns and ammunition, likely would go unremarked.  It also can be assumed Gideon was responsible for putting aboard the whiskey and beer the crew would require on the voyage.

But Federal authorities were watching.  On the day the ship was scheduled to leave San Francisco harbor, they pounced.   Nearby on the U.S. warship Cyrene, boatloads of Marines were dispatched to board the ship.  On the steam tug Anashe, revenue officers and San Francisco police had been idling, watching as supplies were being brought aboard the schooner.  At a signal from the Cyrene, the tug headed toward the erstwhile pirate vessel.  Upon boarding they found the guns and ammunition and arrested everyone aboard.

Meanwhile back on land, whiskey man Gideon Jones was in deep trouble.  A bench warrant was issued for his arrest and he was thrown into the San Francisco jail.  In a subsequent indictment from the U.S. Circuit Court Jones was accused of “treason,” charged with having aided in fitting out the pirate ship and for unspecified “conduct directed against the country.”  While some San Franciscans howled to “hang ‘em all,” President Lincoln asked that they be released.  Gideon Jones ended a free man.

In March 1862 as Richmond seemed under imminent attack, Confederate authorities there arrested suspected Union sympathizers, including John M. Higgins,  a prominent and prosperous Irish immigrant grocer and liquor dealer.  In contrast to other political prisoners, Higgins’ incarceration was short and his release controversial.

Declaring martial law, Richmond authorities arrested Higgins on a charge of “treason.” He was targeted because of his relationship with Union Colonel (later General) Michael Corcoran, shown here.  Because two of Higgins’ aunts had married two of Corcoran’s uncles, the liquor dealer and the soldier had become friends.  Early in 1862 Corcoran sent a letter to Higgins advising him to move his wife and family North and assured him that he would see them to safety under a flag of truce.  When the letter was intercepted by Confederate authorities they immediately marked Higgins as a traitor.

Along with others seized in the roundup, Higgins was imprisoned at Richmond’s former “Negro jail” on Franklin Street, renamed “Castle Godwin” after a local police official.  Meant to accommodate about 75 prisoners, within weeks the small facility held 250 prisoners in thirteen rooms.  When Castle Goodwin was closed after about two months, inmates were sent to a prison in Salisbury, North Carolina.  Higgins was liberated, however, and allowed to go home. Some cried “foul,” claiming the Pope had interceded for Higgins, a Catholic.

Setting aside whatever views he previously might have held, Higgins took the oath of allegiance to the Confederacy.  He found employment in the office of the chief military officer in command of city forces who also supervised the prison Higgins had just left.  Ironically, Higgins’ job included examination of mail to and from prisoners being held in Castle Godwin, now mainly deserters and soldiers who had gone AWOL.  With the end of the war Higgins went back to his Richmond grocery trade, emphasizing liquor sales once again and reclaiming his former prosperity.  His store is shown here.

Patrick Lancaster: “Once & Future” Whiskey Man

 When National Prohibition was imposed in 1920, those involved in the liquor trade had one of four broad choices: 1) permanently go out of business and retire, 2) find a different occupation, 3) attempt to carry on illegally, or 4) find interim things to do and await the uncertain day when Repeal would occur.  Given the odds, only a handful of whiskey men chose the fourth option.  Among them was Kentuckian Patrick Raphael Lancaster, the pipe-smoking liquor house proprietor whose photo opens this post.  He would find that waiting out Prohibition could have its pitfalls.

Patrick was born in May 1880, one of eleven children of J.R. and Ann Lancaster.  His father was accounted an early pioneer farmer of Daviess County, Kentucky, initially a slaveholder who freed his slaves before 1840.  His father, according to an obituary,  “was known all over a wide scope of country and was highly respected throughout his life.”

By 1870 J.R. Lancaster had moved to Owensboro, the Daviess County seat, and Patrick grew up there attending local schools.  There is little in the record about his early career.  In October 1905 at the age of 25, Patrick married Sue Elizabeth “Susie” Taylor, shown here.  According to the records they would have only one child, Patrick Junior, born in 1909.

Lancaster first surfaced in local business directories in 1901, working as a bookkeeper in what likely was a Owensboro liquor house.  By 1907 he was listed as the proprietor of P.R. Lancaster & Company, wholesale liquor dealer, located at 321 West Third Street.  He seems to have had early success, requiring a subsequent move to larger quarters at 310 Third Street. 

There Lancaster marketed his whiskey under the name “Premier Pure.”  Not a distiller, he was buying whiskey by the barrel from the many distilleries that dotted the Kentucky landscape and was “rectifying” (blending) it to achieve a desired taste, color and smoothness.  Key among his suppliers was the Green River Distilling Company of Owensboro whose owner, Col. J.W. McCulloch,  became a close friend.  [See post on McCulloch April 1, 2014.]

Landcaster decanted whiskey into stoneware jugs of half-gallon and larger sizes.  Some of these containers also suggested that Lancaster’s was “The whiskey for family use,” suggesting he was also selling directly to retail customers.  Another company brand was “Old Quality Whiskey.”  It was advertised on shot glasses that the proprietor would have provided to the saloons, hotels, and restaurants stocking his brands.

During the early years of the 20th Century, Lancaster prospered in his liquor dealership.  He was increasingly being viewed as one of Owensboro’s “up and coming” young businessmen.  He was reported in 1919 to have cleared a profit equivalent to more than $1 million in 2020 dollars. Then on January 1, 1920, National Prohibition arrived and after a relatively few years in existence, Lancaster was forced to close his liquor house. 

Later that year the family relocated to Louisville. Lancaster’s wealth from liquor sales allowed him to move his family into a mansion home, shown below, in one of Louisville’s prestigious neighborhoods at 2508 Longest Avenue.  Given its size the house almost certainly required live-in servants.

Lancaster’s took up an executive position as secretary and principal investor in a Louisville-based operation called the Thraman Oil Company.  Associated with him in the company was Colonel McCulloch.  They shared offices in Louisville’s posh Starks Building downtown.  Speculation in oil exploration stocks was soaring at the time and the Thraman outfit was adept at publicizing what it reported as “finds.”  The November 1919 issue of “Louisville Oil World” reported: “The Thraman Oil Company has brought in No. 1 Stevenson north of Ranger in Texas and is said to be showing for 2,000 barrels….No. 1 in the Somerset field near San Antonio is in. This is high grade oil and is showing from 20 to 50 barrels….Thraman has four wells completed in Texas and four drilling.” 

Given this and other positive accounts, it must have been a shock to the public to read headlines in September 1922 and find that P. R. Lancaster had filed for bankruptcy in U.S. District Court.  His liabilities were listed at $453,611.70 ($6.6 million today) and assets at $199,085.  The cause of the failure were “unfortunate investments in Eastern and Southern Kentucky oil,” according to the press.  

One result of the bankruptcy was the sale of the Lancaster mansion and a move to a more modest home.  At age 46 Lancaster was ruined.  A photo exists of his son showing off a new grandchild.  Patrick Sr., standing behind, seems to have been aged significantly by his financial disaster.

In ensuing years, Lancaster continued to work in Louisville, his occupation  recorded by the census taker as “salesman, stocks & bonds.”  Eager to return to the liquor trade again, he watched through the early 1930s as National Prohibition grew increasingly unpopular and began to unravel.  With Repeal Lancaster saw an opportunity to rejoin the liquor trade as a broker, acting as a “middleman” between the newly revived distilleries of Kentucky and the liquor dealers and drinking establishment opening all over America.  He worked from an office in Suite 1203 of Louisville’s skyscraper Washington Building, shown here, reviving his reputation in the liquor trade and his fortunes.  Lancaster was joined in this successful enterprise by Patrick Jr. and continued to work for many years, enjoying the adulation of ten grandchildren.

Patrick lived to be 83 years old, his bankruptcy of 1922 largely forgotten.  After several year in declining health with heart disease, he was felled by a stroke in March 1964 and died at Lady of Peace Hospital.  After a funeral at St. James, his parish church, he was buried at Louisville’s Calvary Cemetery next to Susie who had died several months earlier.  

 

Patrick Lancaster had chosen the fourth option, waiting out the “dry” years and rejoining the liquor trade at the opportune moment.  The fourteen year hiatus of National Prohibition had not been easy but despite a bankruptcy he had emerged triumphant yet again as a “whiskey man.”

Harry Johnson — A Bartender with Fancy Moves

 

From an ignominious beginning in San Francisco, Harry Johnson became one of the best known bartenders in America, operating drinking establishments across America while dispensing wisdom on bar-keeping success and supplying dozens of drink recipes.  Johnson published one of America’s first bartender’s manuals, gaining recognition as “The Father of American Bartending.”  A unique aspect of Johnson’s manuals was the drawings of cocktails and other libations, some reproduced here.

Born in Germany about 1845, young Johnson as a youth  is said to have sought adventure in 1861 by signing on as a seaman on a ship bound “Around the Horn” for California.  On the outward voyage he was badly injured in a shipboard accident, breaking an arm and hip.  Left behind by the captain to heal in San Francisco, Johnson found a job in the kitchen of the Union Hotel peeling vegetables.  Ever ambitious he eventually worked his way up to hotel bartender and then to manager.  “The drinks I invented and the way I mixed them attracted many patrons to the bar….”  At least that is the story Johnson, something of a fabulist, told.  A more mundane alternative version has him sailing from Hamburg with his parents and a sister in 1852, eventually fetching up in San Francisco and working at the Union Hotel.

Restless and wanting to see more of America in 1868 Johnson cashed out of San Francisco and headed east for Chicago.  There he opened his own saloon, one he later claimed was “generally recognized as the finest establishment of the kind in this country.”  Modesty was not a strong trait in Harry.  Something of a celebrity in Chicago, Johnson gave lectures and wrote articles and published drink recipes in local newspapers.

As his reputation grew Johnson was invited to participate in a national bartending competition in New Orleans.  The judges asked him to make a dozen whiskey cocktails all at one time.  The German immigrant is said to have placed 12 glasses in two rows of six each and then built a pyramid, apparently similar to one shown as pictured with him here.  “He mixed up the cocktails and strained them using a pair of large glasses without spilling a drop.” * That agility won him first prize, $1,000 in gold coins and a silver tumbler and spoon. Johnson subsequently crowned himself “Champion Bartender of the United States.”

When Mrs. O’Leary’s cow reputedly ignited the Great Chicago Fire of 1871, Johnson’s popular saloon was reduced to ashes.  With a loss he estimated at $100,000 (equiv. $2 million today) and admittedly “financially ruined,” Johnson was forced to start over.  In the meantime he had found love in the Windy City in the person of Bertha and they married.  Ever on the move, he and Bertha abandoned Chicago for Philadelphia in time for the U.S. Centennial celebration there.

In Philly Johnson became head bartender at the Grand Hotel.  Within two years he had moved on to run the bar and wine cellar at Delmonico’s, among Philly’s fanciest eateries.  “There he regaled former U.S. President and whiskey-lover Ulysses S. Grant with original creations….”*

Johnson reputedly then briefly moved to Boston where he found work in an unnamed hotel as a bartender.  Apparently finding Bean Town too small for his ambitions, Johnson moved on to the (his term) “Metropolis” of New York City.  With his savings he was able to buy an existing saloon in the Bowery called “Little Jumbo.”  Represented by Johnson as “pre-eminently successful,” Little Jumbo drew both financiers from both Wall Street and politicians from Tammany Hall.  As the Bowery declined, however, Johnson sold out and opened another bar in the basement of a building in Hanover Square.

Throughout this period Johnson also was writing. His New and Improved Bartender's Manual, or How to Mix Drinks in the Present Style was published in 1882. The manual provided hundreds of cocktail recipes. What made it unusual were its detailed instructions on how to become a proper bartender.  Containing both English and German versions in one volume, Johnson had advice on such topics as : "The opening of a new place", "How ale and porter should be drawn", "Hints about training a boy to the business", "Handing bar-spoons to customers” and "To keep ants and other insects out of mixing bottles.”  He included an illustration of the tidy bar.

The first edition was rife with misprints, omitting 25 recipes listed in the index.  A major typographical howler was Johnson’s “Instructions relative to Bowels containing Punches.”  Nonetheless, he bragged that 10,000 copies had been sold.  This may have included the second edition published in 1888, one that corrected earlier mistakes but retained the German-language section.  Major changes marked the 1900 edition.  Gone was the German and in its place a highly desirable alphabetical index.  Moreover, the number of pages had swelled from 197 to 268.  Lots more advice. Lots more drink recipes.

The one constant through all editions were the line drawings of a variety of drink concoctions.  Among them was “Morning Glory Fizz,” shown below left, that included as ingredients a raw egg, absinthe, Scotch whisky and Vichy water.  Johnson recommended his Fizz for breakfast claiming that it “will give a good appetite and quiet the nerves.”  Similarly complicated was his “Whiskey Daisy,”  containing “good whiskey,” yellow chartreuse, and fruits in season.  “This drink…will taste good to anybody,” Johnson assured.

Johnson has been credited for the first recipe for a martini. In earlier editions he had called it a “Martine” and include a drawing of it both “on the rocks” and “up.”  The recipe for this drink differs significantly from modern ideas of a martini but by the 1904 edition the spelling had been changed to “Martini” and the mix, below left, was closer to the James Bond version.  Johnson also recognized the allure of the mint julep and included a picture and a standard recipe.

In the late 50’s the strain of Johnson’s frenetic lifestyle caught up with him.  Leaving New York behind, in 1896-1897 he and Bertha went abroad to Europe for a months-long therapeutic change of pace.  “He thought he would never own another bar again.”  Upon the couple’s return, however, Harry could not resist one last grand gesture.  In 1903 he opened an establishment he called the Pabst Grand Circle on Columbus Circle in New York. “With its unimpeded view of Central Park, Harry’s hotel sported a café, dining room, roof garden restaurant, and an art gallery that housed his personal artwork collection valued at $4 million in today’s currency.”* It is shown right.

Assisted by a nephew as manager, Johnson actively engaged with patrons at the Pabst Grand Circle.  He also was continuing to update and revise his drink manuals. The 1904 edition shown below added a new section on wine selection and an artistic endpaper.  With the coming of National Prohibition, Johnson retired, spending his time traveling in Europe, sight-seeing and buying art, but always returning to New York, the one city that could satisfy his restless spirit.  He died there in 1933, about the age of 88, just months before the repeal of National Prohibition.  “No fanfare, no great tributes.  Yet Harry’s legacy of great whiskey drinks continues to this day.”*

Notes:  Considerable information exists online about Bartender Harry Johnson.  The most complete biographical material appears on a blog called “Homepage,”  author undisclosed.  It is from that source that all the “starred” quotes are drawn.  Four editions of Johnson’s drink manuals in their entirety with illustrations are available at a site called EUVS Digital Collection.

The Restless Spirit and Tragic End of Max Ullman

After immigrating from Germany in 1868, Max Ullman spent most of the next dozen    years traveling over Georgia, changing jobs and cities frequently, looking for a place big enough to achieve his ambitions. Shown here, he eventually found opportunity in the Brunswick, Georgia, liquor trade. Ullman parlayed that success into a handful of enterprises that made him a fortune, only to meet his undoing in the national financial panic of 1893.

From an extensive biography of Ullman in “Biographical Souvenir of the States of Georgia and Florida” (1889), we learn that Max was born in Munich, Germany, in June, 1847, the son of Nathan and Theresa (Neustadter) Ulman. His family appears to have been wealthy, able to educate Max with private tutors and given a business education by serving an apprenticeship in a Munich banking house.  Ullman appears to have avoided conscription into the army.  Although his future in Germany would seem assured, exhibiting the restless spirit that marked his life, at the age of 21 Ullman boarded the steamship, Cimbria, shown below, for America.

Landing in New York, Ullman spent 1869 clerking in Pittston, Pennsylvania, but seeing better opportunities South, left after a year for Albany. Georgia.  That city had become prominent in the nineteenth century as a shipping and market hub, served by riverboats and railroads. Seven lines met in Albany, and the town bloomed as a center of trade.  Ullman worked as a clerk  there for a year, was dissatisfied, and in 1870 moved on to Camilla, Georgia, about 30 miles south.  There he went to work for Samuel Mayer, a merchant who would become important to him in achieving his future.

Ullman worked for Mayer for three years in a Camilla merchandise business “but finding the place was not large enough for him,” he sold out his share and returned to Albany.  “In order to improve his business capacity,” according to his biography, Ullmann then took a job with Myers & Brother, wholesale  tobacco and cigar dealers in Savannah, 225 miles on the other side of the Georgia.  While Savannah should have been large enough to satisfy his ambitions, Ullman stayed only three years before returning to Albany to work with Mayer in the cotton trade.

That move also might have been triggered by motives other than ambition.  Max had fallen in love with Mayer’s daughter, Francis.  She had been a little girl of 12 when they first met but the attraction was mutual and at the age of 19 she and Max, 25, were married in July of 1877.  But even marriage could not temper Ullman’s restless drive to get ahead.  He moved 40 miles north to Americus, Georgia, and started his own merchantile business.  Americus, more than twice the size of Albany, was known as the "Metropolis of Southwest Georgia," a reflection of its status as a cotton distribution center.  He remained there until 1882, “but the field not being large enough for him,” according to his biography, Ullman moved to Brunswick, Georgia, 200 miles east, a city he likely had visited as a traveling salesman from Savannah.  An Atlantic port city, Brunswick was experiencing boom times as timber harvests and sawn products from regional forests were being shipped from there all over America.

Another incentive for Ullman was the presence in Brunswick of Sam Mayer, his wife’s father.  Mayer offered Max an executive position in a wholesale grocery and liquor business he had started with a partner.  Called Mssrs. S. Mayer and Glauber, the firm rapidly became known for its large business volume, much of its profits from alcohol.  Within four years Glauber was gone and the company became S. Mayer and Ullman, doing business on Bay Street at the foot of Mansfield St.  The partners marketed their own brand of whiskey brought to them in barrels by land and sea.  They decanted the liquor into ceramic jugs and sold them to area saloons, hotels and restaurants.  Max rapidly was becoming rich.

He was able to move Frances and their growing family into a spacious frame house at 509 London Street, shown below. By this time, the couple had known considerable sorrow, as a daughter, Helen, had died in infancy.  They would know more heartache when another daughter, Theresa, died at only eight years. Three other daughters would grow into adulthood. 

Despite those losses, Max Ullman, after years of seeking a place adequate to satisfy his ambitions, found a home in Brunswick.  And Brunswick took to Max.  With a matter of months he was recognized as one of the city’s “up and coming” businessmen. When the Brunswick Inland Steamboat Co. was organized in 1844, Ullman was elected president.  With the erection of the Oglethorpe Hotel, shown here, he became a director.  While continuing to be connected with the liquor trade, he also was president of the Brunswick Brewing & Ice Company, selling beer, soft drinks and ice.

Ullman also plunged headfirst into the social and political life of Brunswick, becoming a member of the Royal Arch Masons, Knights of Pythias, American Order of United Workmen, and the Order of B’nai Brith.  From contacts made through these organizations he was encouraged to run for Brunswick City Council.  He won and served for three years raising his name and reputation in local estimation.

The high point of Ullman’s career was his organization of the Oglethorpe National  Bank in July 1887 with capital of $100,000.  Max was president, harking back to his early training in a Munich banking house.  For its initial years the bank flourished, growing significantly.  When Oglethorpe National Bank was chartered in 1889, it built an imposing 3-story red brick building on Jekyll Square West, shown here, featuring a distinctive cupola  As a national bank, the institution could issue its own currency.  Although its bills are very rarely seen today by collectors, they would look similar to the one shown below.

In 1893, after years of growth, Ullman’s banking business fell victim to a severe  national recession. Caused in part by a run on the gold supply, profits, investments, incomes, and the stock market all fell sharply.  Unemployment soared, some estimates reaching as high as 18.4%.  Particularly hard hit was the banking sector.  Ullman’s bank was over extended, weakening as people were defaulting on loans.

The Oglethorpe National Bank was closely tied to another Brunswick bank, run by a friend, W.E. Burbage, on which Ullman was a director. He owed Burbage money.  Max had reached out to a banking associate in Savannah for a $15,000 loan but had been refused.  On May 18, 1893, he walked to his office with Burbage, “chatting pleasantly,”  Unknown to anyone Ullman had hidden on his person an opiate pill and a pistol. When Burbage asked him about repaying the loan, he replied “All right, wait a moment,” and stepped into an adjoining bathroom.

The Atlanta Constitution told the rest of the story:   “Burbage, waiting, heard a report which he thought was a chair falling.  Finally when Ulllman did not return he went for him, and found his body sitting upright on a bench with a bullet hole in the center of his forehead and blood flowing in a rapid stream to a pool that had already formed below.”

The news of Ullman’s suicide spread rapidly and the streets around the bank crowded with anxious citizens.  The immediate effects on other Brunswick banks that day and later was minimal.  Burbage’s bank was expected to survive but Oglethorpe National was bankrupt, its liabilities hopelessly outweighing assets. Many with accounts, including the City of Brunswick, lost significant amounts of money.  Ullman’s other business enterprises, including the brewery, suspended operations, as the effects of the event rippled through the community.  The news of Ullman’s bank failure and suicide was reported in newspapers nationwide and even overseas.

While some citizens of Brunswick worried about their money, others, in particular his family, were mourning the untimely death of a man who had brought his restless spirit to the city, found wealth in selling wholesale liquor and other comestibles, used his resources to create local businesses, and gave his energies to public service.  Two days after his death, accompanied by a delegation from the Knights of Pythias and Ullman’s synagogue, a special train from Brunswick took Max’s body back to Albany.

Met there by another delegation, the mourners formed a long procession for a slow and solemn march to the cemetery.  At the grave, Jewish rites were conducted by two rabbis.  As reported by the Albany Daily Herald: “Then all that was flesh of Max Ullman, whose sad demise had touched the hearts of the people of the whole state, was laid to rest beside the graves of his two little daughters who had gone before.”  Later the family erected a large monument over the site, one capped by a figure of “Grief.”  The inscription for Max cites him as a “beloved husband” of Frances and in an unusual touch, the date of their marriage.

Note:  Once again it was just a single jug on an auction site that brought Max Ullman to my attention, prompting me to research his life, one of more than usual interest and accomplishment.   Most important in chronicling Ullman’s career was “Biographical Souvenir of the States of Georgia and Florida,”  published by F.A. Battey & Co. of Chicago in 1889. No author listed.  Details of events surrounding Ullman’s suicide are drawn from newspaper stories.