New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1920-05-03
Vice-President of Rem
ington Typewriter Loses
Life in Mysterious Ac.
cident Near Bronxville
Machine Crushed:
One Tire Missing
Mishap at 2 A. M. Sunday
Shortly After He Leaves
the Siwanoy Golf Club

George H. Weaver, vice-president Of
the Remington Typewriter Company,
died yesterday morning few minutes
after his crumpled body had been
pulled out from beneath his wrecked
car on the White Plains Road, near
Bronxville, and left the mystery of the
accident that killed him unsolved.
Patrolman Louis l.. Ransom, Of
Bronxville, discovered the Weaver
machine at 2:35 o'clock yesterday
morning. 1t had been flung against a
telegraph pole with such force that it
was almost broken in half 1t was
leaning against the splintcred pole
with the right SIDE crusned in.
On the opposite side Of the road
there was a quantity of broken glass
nnd tire marks, as though another car
had been turned around. The tire from
the front right wheel of Mr.. Weaver's
machine is missing. Search of the road
and fields near the accident has failed
to find it.
Dies on Way to Hospital
Weaver was drawn from beneath the
machine scarcely breathing. He died
on the way to the Bronxville HOSPITAL.
The police at first were inclined to-
believe that robbers had driven an au-
tomobile into the Weaver car, so great
evidently had been its impact against
the pole. This theory was refuted,
however, when it was found that Mr..
Weaver's watch and money were on his
person.
Friends Of the dead man say that he
was always a cautious driver. He was
forty and single. Before his election
to the post of vice-president of the
bennington Company last year he had
some time. Until recently Weaver
lived at the Hotel Gramatan, in Bronx-
vile. Only a few weeks ago he moved
to the Hotel Chatham, in New York.
For years the dead man had been an
enthusiastic golfer and spent the last
day of his life at the game. He played
at the Siwanoy Golf Club with friends
all Saturday afternoon and then went
with them to the Hotel Gramatan, where
they supped and talked until after
midnight: 1t was about 2 a. m. when
he started in his car for New York City.
Another Strange Accident
Another strange automobile accident
engaged the attention Of the police last
night.
B. Van Horne Vingut, of 142 West
l44th Street, cannot explain yet how
he happened to drive his car into Max
Berlin's as the latter stood beside the
curb outside Of 325 Lenox Avenue last
night.
He was driving south along Lenox
Avenue with his wife in the tonnesu.
Mr.: Berlin had just stopped his car
and got out. His sister, Dorothy, was
sitting in the rear of the car.
Vingut hit the rear of the Berlin
car and propelled it into lamppost.
The bump threw him out of his ma
chine, which was turned upside down
with his wife underneath.
Tie noise attracted Patrolman Edwin
c. McGrath. of the West 123d Street
station, and several hundred specta-
tors. An ambulance was summoned
from Harlem Hospital.
Then it was discovered that Miss
Berlin was uninjured. Vingut was all
right. Mrs. Vingut was under her
husbands automobile. Those nearest
listened for groans and when Mrs. Vim
gut did not groan they concluded she
was dead.
Willing hands seized the automobile
and set it right-side up There Law
Mrs. Vingut. DR.. Mclean, of Harlem
Hospital, attended her.
"There's nothing wrong with her" he
said finally. "Just little shock"