In celebration of the Halloween season, here’s a bit of dark history from York’s past.
Today the site of the York County Judicial Center, the southeast intersection of North George Street and Philadelphia Street was once the site of the Pennsylvania House hotel and later the Hotel Penn. According to newspaper accounts of the day, a horrific event occurred in the Pennsylvania House.
The year was 1872 and Barnum’s Museum, Menagerie and Hippodrome was in town. They set up a massive canvas tent that held 5,000 people. The tent was located where the Soldiers & Sailors monument stands today and was overflowing with people eager to see such spectacles as the bearded child, the armless woman, the man in miniature, and the strange and brainless being, among others. Rather than retell the story, it is best to read it firsthand from the York Daily from Wednesday, May 15, 1872:
DEATH OF THE CANNIBAL DWARF A HORRID SCENE Cannibalism in our Midst.Barnum’s Museum, Menagerie and Hippodrome met with quite a loss yesterday in the death of the notorious Cannibal Dwarf, which occurred at the Pennsylvania Hotel, in this place. The little Fiji exhibited symptoms of indisposition several days ago, and the Manager, Mr. W.C. Coup, sent “the General” as he is called, to New York, to be cared for by Mr. Barnum’s family physician. But the little savage becoming restless in the absence of his associates, he was returned to the company. Like all of his race he had a native horror of shoes and clothing, and even in the wet, cold days that came upon the company in New Jersey, the Manager was unable to force shoes upon the General, and make him dress with sufficient warmth. Yesterday the man in charge noticed that his fingers were constantly in motion, while he muttered continually the only word he ever pronounced intelligibly “Fiji.” He refused everything like food or nourishment, and apparently thought of nothing but his native island. Dancing or violent gesturing of any kind was always a source of great merriment to “the General,” but now the keeper could not provoke even a smile. The miniature being was dying and while his keeper was doing his best to cheer him up and make him take his medicine, he rose up in bed, muttered “Fiji” in a whisper and fell back dead. His three native companions, who up to this time were wholly indifferent, now exhibited all the symptoms of genuine grief. They howled incessantly, and such fearful physical contortions were probably never before witnessed in a civilized community.
As a local historian, writer and photo-
grapher, I look at York County’s history in visual terms. For more than 15 years I’ve been enamored with local buildings and the stories behind their facades – from prominent architecture to non-assuming buildings, their walls and roofs are filled with stories just waiting to be told. Whether giving a downtown York walking tour, exploring the history of a local building for my job at the Nutec Group, or taking photos for an upcoming coffee table book, I’m always looking for those unique “windows” into York County’s past and present. — Scott Butcher



