If you spent any time east of Union Square from the 1930s to the early 1990s, you might remember Julian’s, one of the last of New York’s dark and smoky billiards halls. It ended its run on the second floor of the old Palladium building in 1991.
Ephemeral New York has celebrated Julian’s before, where (mostly) men and teenage boys shot pool and played hooky from work and life. But these noir-ish 1938 photos of Julian’s are another reason to bring it back again.
Reginald Marsh shot these images. He’s better known as an artist of the 1920s to 1940s who was drawn to the city’s seedy underbelly along the Bowery, at Times Square, and on Coney Island.
But he took a series of photos in the 1930s along 14th Street as well, capturing Depression-era New York’s grit, glamour, and many forgotten men.
A long shadowy staircase leading to the second floor entrance, the electric sign with “ladies invited” underneath, the ad for table tennis, the barber pole advertising a cut and shave to the left . . . these photos are an invitation to 1930s New York City. (Above photo, Julian’s in the 1980s).
[First and second images: MCNY: 90.36.2.30.1A; 90.36.2.30.1C. Third image: Warehouse magazine]
Tags: Billiards Rooms New York City, Julian Billiards Academy, Julian Pool Hall 14th Street, Julian's Billiards 14th Street, Reginald Marsh 14th Street, Union Square 1930s
May 21, 2018 at 6:45 am |
Oh I remember this place, dark, seedy and you kept a low profile if you knew what was good for you.
May 21, 2018 at 8:17 am |
😡This is the first post you’ve written that has made me angry! Lol. I once went out of my way to meet my boyfriend downtown & he cut our meeting short to go “play pool on 14th St.” blocks away … the only thing I ever heard this place called. ‘The 14th St pool hall’ (or room etc.).
Did it still have the name Julian’s in the 80s?
What’s really astonishing is the boy in the suit AND hat. He can’t be more than twelve. Was that a norm then? I have never seen a child in a hat like this. It’s like Dicken’s description of the Artful Dodger in the novel. Wearing men’s clothing…
May 21, 2018 at 9:04 am |
Reblogged this on Intellicooking.
May 21, 2018 at 10:35 am |
Loved Julian’s. The original Paladium was a great concert venue as well.
May 21, 2018 at 10:44 am |
That stairwell was scary and smelly. There were great windows that looked out over 14th St.
May 21, 2018 at 2:26 pm |
I went to high school at Stuyvesant on 15th street in the 80s ,we used to cut school and hang out at Julians and play pool,it was full of hoodlums, I think it was a tradition, we also went to the palladium at night. Ben gazzarra also went to my high school he must have hung at Julians too and James Cagney was another alumni of Stuyvesant but Julians was after his time he graduated in 1908
May 21, 2018 at 3:42 pm |
The boyfriend I mentioned in my above comment went to Stuyvesant too. (In the late 70s). I guess it was a Stuyvesant thing. Or as this was in the 80s also – he was one of the “hoodlums” you saw 😂
May 22, 2018 at 12:27 am
I went to SHS in the late 1970s and vaguely remember this place. I think it was on the block that also held Luchows, which is now an NYU dorm, like most of Greenwich Village.
Yes, Cagney went to SHS, and wrote in his memoirs that he learned to fight there. At that time the school was more of an industrial school…it had a forge shop and a crane to bring in metal for said shop.
Other actors who went there include Paul Reiser, Ron Silver, Tim Robbins, and Lucy Liu.
However, I was more pleased, when people would tell me that some famous or middling actor went to their high school, I could look them in the eye and say, “My high school generated four Nobel Laureates.” That, along with Brian Greene and Lisa Randall, both from my graduating class, as well as AG Eric Holder, usually silenced people who bragged about having Patrick Duffy go to their school….
May 22, 2018 at 5:06 am
So this thread is basically a high school reunion. Did you graduate in 1979? With my terrible boyfriend? Next I will find out you were best friends.
Thanks for the impressive list of actors. My HS in CT had quite a lot of people that polished awards over the years. I happen to have loathed my time there though; so I’m not going to count them. You win by default!🍾⭐️👑
Very interesting about the crane & metal!
May 22, 2018 at 11:18 pm
I was in the class of 1980, a year behind you. Tim Robbins was in an earlier class. Supposedly Adam Horowitz, the Beastie Boy, was in my class, but I have no idea.
The only other member of my class besides Lisa Randall and Brian Greene who gained fame was Daniel Steinberg, who became Executive Secretary of the Board of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey. He was at a breakfast meeting in top of the Towers on 9/11, and was killed. He is my example when people tell me that Jews were “warned” of the horror and were able to escape.
May 21, 2018 at 3:47 pm |
I never knew James Cagney went there. Thanks. I thought he was from Yorkville; so assumed he went to school uptown. Was it a science & math satellite school in 1908? Did the City have those then?
May 21, 2018 at 4:37 pm |
There were two entrances to Julian’s: right by the Academy of Music (your first pic) and also a larger and bigger one near 3rd Ave (on the left of the third pic), which also led downstairs to two or three bowling lanes. Was the best place in NYC to cut school in the early 1960s hang out and shoot pool.
May 21, 2018 at 8:05 pm |
Hi Mick, always good to get your insight on the comments board!
May 24, 2018 at 4:04 pm |
Glad to hear from you again Mick, miss your first hand knowledge of NYC.
May 25, 2018 at 12:25 pm
Thanks Tom B, I miss you all too, especially Ephemeral NY, no matter where I go the memory of old NY will always draw me back.
May 25, 2018 at 1:56 pm
Thank you Mick! You’re one of the early readers and it’s great to still hear your stories and insight.
May 21, 2018 at 9:33 pm |
Hi,
As a 1970s Stuyvesant student; I also made visits to Julian’s. One thing that is so far unmentioned is that Julian’s had perhaps New York’s most disgusting men’s room. I (almost) wish I had a photo to illustrate the fact.
May 22, 2018 at 12:29 am |
Force Tube Avenue! One of my favorite street names in New York! I once walked it to see it. It has one house on it. Was that yours?
It leads from the reservoir to Conduit Avenue/Boulevard. It draws the name from the pipe from the reservoir to the conduit.
May 22, 2018 at 8:11 am
A street name that sounds like a medical procedure.
Was Tim Robbins in class of 79?
May 23, 2018 at 1:18 am |
Thanks for making me a year younger David 🙂
The bad pool playing boyfriend was class of 79. I graduated a year earlier in another school.
I have one of those degrees of separation from the Beastie Boys:
My brother (bass player) >
Kate Schellenbach (sp?) (drummer in band w/ my brother – after playing drums w/ Beastie Boys) >
Beastie Boys
May 23, 2018 at 1:35 am |
The only pleasant memories I have of SHS are learning to write in Frank McCourt’s Creative Writing class — he remained one of my job references until his death in 2003 and his letter to the New School for Social Research in 1999 helped me get into their MFA Creative Writing program — and the time one of my female classmates showed up in a white tank top and no brassiere, leaned over in the cafeteria, and afforded me my first look at that portion of female anatomy.
Other than that, it was an absolute bloody misery — and not the usual “depressed teenager” misery. It’s stuff I can’t talk about in public and don’t want to go into.
Needless to say, I don’t go to reunions. And the girl who afforded me that look had a bevy of boyfriends who were very protective of their girlfriend-sharing plan.
May 23, 2018 at 1:42 am
Frank McCourt taught at Stuyvesant?!
Wow. Lucky you.
I thought he taught at Brooklyn College (?).
He’s this: 🌞🌙⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
May 23, 2018 at 1:47 am
*I went to Parsons/New School. Frank McCourt 💌
May 23, 2018 at 11:30 pm
No, he taught first at McKee Vocational on Staten Island, then at Seward Park, and then at SHS, for decades, where he retired.
He was the first of my four writing mentors, reading pieces of what became “Angela’s Ashes” in writing class. He taught me about observation.
Second was Walter Lord, the great historian. I learned from reading him about the importance of time and studying human behavior under stress and in abnormal circumstances, which is what his books are about.
Third were my MFA Instructors at the New School, for a variety of lessons.
Fourth was Roger Clemens, who completed my writing epiphany by teaching me that writing IS pitching, and ever since, I have seen writing that way. Learned that from listening to and watching him pitch for the Yankees in 1999.
May 24, 2018 at 7:01 am
Well we all have to know if any of those gents played pool at Julian’s now. Especially Frank McCourt.
May 25, 2018 at 12:00 am
He doesn’t mention shooting pool in his books or ever talked about it in school.
May 25, 2018 at 7:44 am
Disappointing – I was hoping for stories about Frank McCourt taking you to play pool.
May 25, 2018 at 11:31 pm
It didn’t work like that…
May 23, 2018 at 5:25 pm |
Considering the gentrification that has gone on in NYC over the last 10 years; I am surprised how dicey the area east of Union Square remains
May 29, 2018 at 1:56 am |
I shot pool at Julian’s a few times in the 80s. It looked every bit the throwback to the 1900s that it was.That was the only place I ever went that actually had billiards tables, all original equipment. It seemed to me the hobos from the Bowery spent their days here, it definitely had a certain ‘flop house’ feel to it for lack of better verbiage.
March 4, 2019 at 6:24 am |
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December 15, 2019 at 12:30 am |
I have a photo of Julian Billiards from 1978. by the photographer Janice Jablon. Is there a monetary value?
December 15, 2019 at 6:42 pm |
I’m not sure, I think you’d have to get it appraised. I’d be interested in seeing it though, if you want to email it to me at ephemeralnewyork at gmail.
March 3, 2020 at 10:57 pm |
I visited Julian’s in 1987 and was very aware even at that time that this was quite an antique, singular and seedy space and very much a time capsule from, I thought at least, the 1940’s. The tables were old Brunswick’s in the art deco style and there was a very specific smell to the place that I can’t describe now but it was very particular to the place. You could pick up the musty and sad scent as soon as you started up either set of steep stairs that led up to opposing ends of the massive space. There were not only standard sized billiard tables but also a few massive pocket-less carom billiard tables towards the back .I had thought then that I’d like to take a picture of the place but I didn’t think then then that the habitues there would take kindly to having their photograph taken. I did once take a French girl who was visiting up there just to give her a quick look at
an old time New York scene that I knew was rare but didn’t think then was soon to be gone.