The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1911-01-27
NOTED WRITER SHOT
BY INSANE MUSICIAN
DAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPS PER
HAPS FATALLY WOUNDED.
MOuld-be ASSASSIN Then Kills Him.
Self-FireS Six Bullets Into
Novelist.

New York, Jan. 23.-David Graham
Phillips, aged ~, editor, publisher and
novelist, was shot six times today as
he approached the Princeton club, by
Fitzhugh Coyle Goldsborough, aged
81, Harvard man, who immediately
afterwards committed suicide.
Tonight Phillips is at Bellevue hos
pital in an extremely critical condi-
ton, but as relatives hopefully ex-
press it, has "a chance for life" The
body OF Goldsborough, whose career at
Harvard was brief, lies in the morgue
Apparently insane, he had a fancied
grudge against the author and sought
his life.
There you CO." snapped the assas-
sin, as he opened fire, and, Here I
co. he echoed, as he sent a bullet into
his own brain. He used 10-shot, 80
calibre automatic pistol and all six
shots aimed at Phillips took effect.
Two Serious Wounds.
One Of them perforated the abdo-
men, another pierced the right lung
and came out at the back; third
shattered the left wrist and fourth
drilled the right thigh. Two of them
dropped from the wounded mans
clothing as he was being undressed at
the hospital.
The most dangerous wound is
thought to be that through the lungs.
It is said sepiticemia or pneumonia is
the secondary effect most feared. The
robust constitution of the patient bore
Rim through the loss of blood and
shock surprisingly we'll, and his first
request to his physicians was that no
alarming reports be given out.
Thinks Of His Mother.
my mother" he said, ''is an old
lady, and the shock might kill her. I
am young and strong; I may get well.
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 neighbor-
hoods of old-fashioned New York. The
Princeton club, formerly the home Of
the late Stanford White, fronts on
Grammercy park. At o'clock this
afternoon, Phillips, who lived nearby
at the National Arts club, was saunter-
ing through the bright sunshine for an
hour with his friend. A policeman
stood not 100 yards away. Two ped
estrains had just passed the club as
Phillips was seen approaching it.
Nothing to Rouse Suspicion.
Nobody saw anything to attract at
tention in the we'll dressed Goldsbor-
ough, who was walking in the op-
posite direction from Phillips. There
was no argument as they met, no quar-
rel, no opportunity for self-defense.
The shiny barrel of the pistol glinted
in the sunshine, thin blaze of powder
spat from the muzzle and the patter
of the shots punctuated the air with
great rapidity.
Phillips staggered, but did not fall
He lurchied against the iron railing
that surrounds the club house yard
with one hand to his body and the
other grasping for support. Satisfied
that he had been successful, the as
sassin fired the seventh shot into his
own brain and toppled over before
anybody could reach him. For hours
his body lay in the bright sunshine
with only sheet to cover it.
Rush to Fatal Scene.
The policeman and the two by
ISLANDERS came upon the run. At the
same moment three members Of the
club Newton James, Frank Davis and
Frederick Evans-rushed down the
steps and carried Phillips into the
house. -
'Graha1n, WHAT'S happened?" asked
Evans.
Phillips was conscious and suffering
intensely.
s:FIe shot me in the bowels" he an
sMered. "Don't bother with him. For
Gods sake get a doctor.''
~ It was some time before an ambu-
lance arrived and in the meantime the
club members we're trying to identify
the dead man.
Had Two Manuscripts.
Tn tho nockets were cards bearing