Arrest For Assault
In 1916, Thaw was charged with the kidnapping, beating, and sexual assault of nineteen-year old Frederick Gump of Kansas City. His acquaintance with Gump dated to December 1915, and Thaw had worked to gain the trust of the Gump family. Thaw had enticed Gump to come to New York under the pretense of underwriting the teenager’s enrollment at Carnegie Institute. Thaw reserved rooms at the Hotel McAlpin awaiting Gump’s arrival. In a New York Times article titled “Whipping of Boy Starts Hunt for Harry K. Thaw,” dated January 12, 1917, it was reported that Gump in the hotel room was confronted by “Thaw, armed with a short, stocky whip rushing for him.” After his assault of Gump, Thaw fled to Philadelphia with the police in pursuit. When apprehended he was found to have attempted suicide by slashing his throat. Initially, Thaw tried to bribe the Gump family, offering to pay them one-half million dollars if they would drop all criminal charges against him. Ultimately, Thaw was arrested, jailed and tried. Found insane, he was confined to Kirkbride Asylum in Philadelphia where he was held under tight security. He was ultimately judged sane and regained his freedom in April, 1924. Thaw's obituary printed in The New York Times the day after his death in 1947, implies that Thaw's mother and the Gump family arrived at a monetary settlement.
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