The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-01-24

New. York. January 23.-David Graham Phillips. editor. publicist, and novelist, was shot six times as he approached the Princeton club by Fitzhugh Coyle Colds borough, Harvard man, who immediate ly committed suicide. Tonight Phillips is at Belvue hospital in an ex- tremely critical condition, but. as rela- tives hopefully express it, with chance for life"
 The body of Goldsborough, whose ca reer at Harvard was brief, lies in the morgue Apparently Insane, he had a fancied grudge against the author and sought his life. He was only S1 years old, Phillips is 43.
 There you go." snapped the assailant, as he opened fire, "and here I go,' he brain. He used a ten-shot 32 calibre automatic pistol and all six shots aimed at Phillips took effect. One of the shots peri 1rated ths abdqnlap, -sro otsif pierced the right lung and came out at the back, a third shattered the left wrist and a fourth drilled the right thigh. Two of them dropped from the wounded mans clothing as he was being undressed at the
 
 hospital.
 The course of the bullets was so err ratio and there was such doubts as to just what wounds were points of entrance and which points of exit that the sur geons were uncertain whether he had been shot four, five or six times. but their best belief tonight was. six The most dangerous wound is thought to be that through the lung. Septicaemia, or pneu- monia, are the two secondary effects most feared The robust constitution of the patient bore him through the loss of blood and shock and his first re- quest to his physicians Was that no alarm ing reports be given out.
 My mother he said, lis an old lady and the shock might kill her. I'm young and strong; I may get we'll. Make the best of it and I'll try to bear you out.
 The six shots broke the quiet of the most aristocratic neighborhoods Of old fashioned New York. The Princeton club, formerly the home of the late Stanford White, fronts on Gramercy park, and at 2 o'clock of bright afternoon Phillips, who lives nearby, at the National Arts club, was sauntering through the sum- shine for an hour with his friends. A policeman stood not 100 yards away
 Two foot passengers had just passed the club as Phillips was seen approach ing 1t.
 Nobody saw anything to attract atten- tion in the well dressed Goldsborough, who was walking in the opposition direc- ton from Phillips. There was no argu- ment as they met no quarrel, no oppor- tunity for self-defense. The shiny barrel of the, pistol glinted in the sunshine, a thin blaze of powder spat from the muzzle and the report of the shots punctuated the air with great rapdity.,
 Phillips staggered. but did not fall. He lurched against the iron railing that sur rounded the club house yard, with one hand to his body and the other grasping for support.
 satisfied that he had been successful the assailant fired the seventh shot into his own brain and topped over before anybody could reach him. For hours his body lay in the bright sunshine with only a sheet to cover 1t.
 The policeman and the two bystanders came up on the run. At the same moment three members of the club. Newton James, Frank Davis and Frederick Evans-rushed down the steps and car ried Phillips into the house.
 "Graham, what's happened ?' asked Evanss Phillips was conscious and suf- fering intensely. He shot me in the |