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Ella Hammond & Addie Stanton, Badger Game Duo – New York City, 1889

FULL TEXT:  New York, April. 27. – The two women Ella Hammond and Addie Stanton, who figured notoriously in the badger game in which an effort was made to rob gambler Phil Daly, were arraigned for sentence yesterday. They had pleaded guilty of an attempt at grand larceny. In view of the fact that they had been prisoners in the tombs for several months, the almost impossibility of their being convicted had they stood trial and the fact that they furnished the evidence to convict the two ma le conspirators, the Judge suspended sentence and they were discharged.
[“The Women Badgers Discharged.” The Waterbury Evening Democrat (Ct.), Apr. 27, 1889, p. 1]

FULL TEXT: A good-looking, middle-aged man was seen to tumble rather than run out of the dark and narrow hallway of the tenement-house 336 Third avenue about 9 o'clock last night.

He was hatless, coatless and vestless.

His white shirt was torn and stained with blood.

His face was covered with blood.

The pocket on the right side of his pantaloons was cut open and turned inside out.

He dashed across Third avenue and stood panting on the southeast corner.

He leaned against a lamp-post and tried to staunch the flow of blood from his face with a pocket-handkerchief.

His battered appearance quickly collected a crowd, and he was asked what had happened to him.

"I went up to see two women on the top floor of 338 Third avenue," he said. "They tried to drug me."

Finding they could not do that they called a man and the three of t hem set upon me, tore the clothes off my back and robbed me anyhow."

When asked to give his name he refused to do so, saying that he could better afford to stand his loss than bear an exposure.  

A gentlemen who heard his story walked quietly across the street a little later and mounted a rickety flight of stairs to the first floor.

He knocked at a door in the front on the left-hand side, and it was opened by a blonde, haired young woman. He stepped into the room and found another woman there.

He recognized them at once as the notorious Addie Stanton and Ella Hammond, who put up the job on the gambler, Phil Daly, to murder and rob him in a Fourth avenue flat kept by the Hammond woman last November.

Daly was not killed, but he is dying from the effects of the bullet wound inflicted by Meredith at the time.

Stanton and Hammond were only liberated on the 14th of April last, sentence being suspended in their case by permission of District-Attorney Fellows.

They went to live at their present abode in Third avenue immediately after.

There it seems they have been working the badger game again.

The man who recognized them last night communicated the facts given above to The Evening World by letter, and this morning an Evening World reporter called at 330 Third avenue, where Stanton advertises a new system of magnetic treatment under the innocent name of Miss St. Clair.

A knock at the door was followed by a rattling of locks and bolts on the inside, and then the door was opened about a foot.

Addie Stanton's freckled face and bleached hair was recognized instantly by the reporter. She wore a loose, flowing chemise only.

A hasty glance beyond her revealed in the big brunette the plain-faced Ella Hammond, also en deshabille. The reporter made a motion to enter and asked:

"Is Miss St. Clair in?"

Stanton glanced sharply at the visitor, whom she evidently recognized as a reporter who wrote her up during the time she was arrested for her share in the murderous conspiracy to take Daly's life.

She answered "No," and tried to shut the door.

''Oh, well, you will do as well." said the reporter, trying to get a better view of the room.

"Oh, we are going out of business," she said, and gently but firmly repulsed the friendly advances of The Evening World young man.

He stepped out and the door was banged shut and locked on the inside again.

The class often ants in the house has long given great offence to the neighbors, and they are willing to do anything that will purge the vicinity of such women.

Another citizen who saw the stranger who was assaulted lost night works as a bartender in W. Bohinke's saloon, at 338 Third avenue.

He said to The Evening to World reporter:

"It was shameful, the manner in which that man was treated. I was coming across the street and met him He was all torn up. "I asked him what had happened, and her aid a man and two women bad beaten him on the first floor of No. 536.

''He continued on across the street, where a crowd surrounded him.

“I did not want to get mixed up in the affair, so I came into the saloon. Please do not mention my name.”

"How as astonished to learn who the two women were who had so brutally beaten the stranger.

Another witness of the occurrence is James W. Gavan, a copy-reader on the New York Dispatch. An Evening Would reporter saw Mr. Gavan this morning.

He said that by chance he stopped in front of 330 Third avenue last night to light a cigarette. While he was doing this a man, hatless, coatless and without a vest, shot out of the door of 330 as though fired from a canon. The man ran a few yards and then stooped at the corner.

Mr. Gavan was a reporter once himself and the man's sudden exit struck him as being very peculiar.

He walked after the man and caught him at the corner.

"What is the trouble?" he asked. "You looked as though you were in a hurry when you came out of that door. "

'Well, you go back to that den that I just came out of and you'll find out what was the matter. I don't care to talk about it." was the reply of the wounded man.

Just then another man joined them and exclaimed: "Yon big chump, you ought to have known better than to go up there. Didn't you know that Phil Daly's murderesses lived up there?”

The man didn't reply, and after refusing any information regarding himself, walked off.

Gavan and the man who joined them, then went back to the house. They went upstairs and knocked at the door.

It was opened and a woman appeared en dishabille. Gavan recognized her as Addie Stanton. Behind the woman was a tall, light-complexioned man, with nothing on but shirt and pants. He wore a blond mustache and hair.

"What do you want? " queried the Stanton woman.

"I want to see Miss St. Claire," said Gavan, warily.

“Well, I'm busy now and can't be seen."

Then the door was shut and Mr. Gavan went downstairs.

He made inquiries regarding the place and found it to be in very bad repair.

[“At It Again. - Phil Daly's Badgers Still Playing Their Badger Game. – A Hatless and Bleeding Victim Hurled From Their Door. – Set Upon, Beaten and Robbed by Two Women and a Man. – Addie Stanton and Ella Hammond Under False Names. - Their Decoy Now Is a New System of Magnetic Treatment,” The World Evening Edition (New York, N. Y.), May 18, 1889, p. 1]



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