Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1911-01-26
DAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPS
SHOT DOWN BY SOCIALIST
Attack Was Made Without Warning Assail-
ant, Short Lived Harvard Man with
Fancied Grievance, Commits Suicide

New York. Jan. 25-David Graham
Phillips. the novelist, was shot six times
to-day as he approached the Princeton
club by Fitzhugh Coyle Goldsborough, a
Harvard man, who Immediately after
committed suicide.
Tonight Phillips Is Mt Bellevue hospital
in an extremely critical condition. but
with a chance for life. The body Of
Goldsborough, whose career at Harvard
was brief lies In the morgue. Apparent
ly Insane, he had fancied grudge
against the author and sought his life.
He was only n years old: Phillips Is g.
There you go!' snapped the would be
assassin. as he opened fire, and Here
! go!" he said as he sent a bullet into
his own brain. He used 10-rhot g.
calibre automatic pistol and all six shots
he aimed ct Phillips are believed to have
taken effect One of them perforate ed
the abdomen; another pierced the right
lung and came out al the back a third
shattered the left wrist and fourth
drilled tho right thigh Two Of them
dropped from the wounded mans cloth
ing as 10 was being undressed at the
hospital
COURSE OF BULLETS ERRAT1C.
Tho course OF the bullets was sc
erratic and there was such doubt as to
Just which wounds were points o.
entrance and which points OF exit tina,
the surgeons were uncertain whether he
had been shot four, Ave or six times
but their best belief tonight was six
The most dangerous wound is thought
to be that through the lung. septicaemia
~, Ia orf tNtyf a art.
effects most feared The robust con-
stitution Of the patient bore him through
the loss OF blood and shock surprisingly
well and his first request to his physl-
clans was that no alarming reports bc
given out.
MY mother" he said. is an old lady,
and the shock might kill her. I'm young
and strong; l may get we'll. Make the
best Of IT and I'll try to bear you out"
The six shots broke the quiet of one
of the most aristocratic neighborhoods OF
old-fashioned sew York The Princeton
club once the home of the late Stanford
White, fronts on Grammercy Park and
At two O'Clock of a beautiful bright after
noon, Phillips, who lives nearby at the
National Arts club was saunterine
through the sunshine for an hour OF
leisure with his friends A policeman on
post stood not 100 yards away. Two
foot passengers had just passed the club
as Phillips was seen approaching it.
No ARGUMENT, NO QUARREL
Nobody saw anything to attract atten-
ton in the well dressed oldsborough,
who was walking in the opposite Girec-
ton from Phillips. There was no argu-
ment as they met, no quarrel, no oppor-
tunity for self defense The pistol glinted
IN the sunshine and the patter of the
shots punctuated the air almost with the
rapidly of a broken volley.
Phillips staggered. but did not fall. He
| lurcted against the iron railing that sur
| rounds the club house yard. with one
land to his body and the other grasp
ing for support. Satisfied that he HAD
| been successful. the ASA ssin fired the
seventh shot into his own brain and top
pied over before anybody could reach
him. For hours his body lay there in
The bright sunshine with only sheet 70
cover it.
Tho policeman and the two bysta nders
came up on the run. At the same mo-
ment three members of the club. Newton
lanes, Frank Davis and Frederick
| Evans, rushed down the steps and car
ried Phillips into the house. Jacob
Jacoby had already reached him and was
| euppc,unB MIN.
Graham, what's hnppened?" asked
Evans. Phillips was conscious AMI suffer
inr intensely.
he shot me in the bowels" he an
sweled. Don't bother with him. Fol
| God sake get a doctor"