Francis H. “Frank” Taylor

Francis H. “Frank” Taylor

Sturgis, St. Joseph County, Michigan, USA
Death 30 Aug 1934 (aged 76)
Table Rock, Pawnee County, Nebraska, USA
Burial Table Rock, Pawnee County, Nebraska, USA
Plot 3-17-2
Memorial ID 55656266 · View Source
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Ran the Table Rock Argus newspaper from 1887-1934.

FRANK H. TAYLOR (Republican), served in the 1926 legislature for the second district.
Born at Bryant, Illinois, he came to Nebraska in 1882.
He was married to Ruby A. Conklin, March 22, 1891.
His ancestors were Scotch-Irish. He was educated in Bryant High School. Has been a member of the school board, and postmaster. Is a newspaper publisher, and has held various positions in newspaper offices for fifty-five years. Is a member of the Methodist church, A. 0. U. W., and K. P. Address: Table Rock.

NOTE: Birth place in obituary has Sturgis Prairie, Mich. so I'm not sure where the other information was from.

(Posted courtesy of the Table Rock Historical Society.)

Table Rock Argus, Sept. 7, 1934.


Frank H. Taylor was born at Sturgis Prairie, Michigan, November 5, 1857 and died at his home in Table Rock on Thursday, August 30, 1934, at the age of 76 years, 9 months and 25 days. He was the eldest son of William S. and Margaret Taylor. The early death of his father threw much of the home responsibilities on Frank. When but a child he cared for his sister, Orvilla, and infant brother, Will, while his mother worked to support the family.

As a boy he learned the printing trade under Rutherford B. Hayes (who was later president) and stayed in his home where he came under the influence of the gracious and cultured ex-president's wife. Later he worked for the nationally known editor of the Toledo paper.

He came from Omaha to Table Rock fifty years ago after completing his newspaper training on the old Omaha News.

Here he was united in marriage to Ruby A. Conklin. To this union were born three children: Hazel Margaret Kuhn of Lincoln; Harland B. Taylor of Table Rock, and Lyla Irene Stewart, of Pawnee City. He leaves to mourn his passing his wife, Mrs. Ruby Taylor of Table Rock, his three children and their families, including three grandchildren, and his only sister. His brother and a wife by a former marriage preceded him in death.

To the people of Table Rock he has been the heart and soul of the Argus. For many years his editorial column was widely read and appreciated. He was active in civic affairs and was known in the state because of his political activities and service in the state legislature.

The life of Frank Taylor was molded by hard work and the contact he had early in life with people of character. His mother was known as an "angel of mercy" and his association with the Hayes family and the editor of the Toledo Blade probably had much to do with his character and success. But if he received from others he also gave. Many boys who worked for him on the Argus are successful and upright men because of his influence. He was a member of the Methodist church and an inspiring Sunday school teacher. His home, the community, and the church have suffered a distinct loss. A beautiful spirit has been called to the infinite and men have lost the association of a true and inspirational friend.

A high tribute paid by a former Table Rock printer who spent many years in the employment of F. H. Taylor:



EDGAR A. GUESS WRITES BEAUTIFULLY IN POETRY. SO DID FRANK WRITE UNDER HIS CAPTION: "Through My Window". I do not know what inspiration caused him to chose that title for his heart interest stories, I only know I have tried to write similar stories, and altho there are hundreds of columns being written along that line yet none ever appealed to me as his did. It seemed there couldn't be anything more appropriate to carry the meaning of the kind of story following than to know it was through his window that his inspiration came. Through Frank's window he might have told us of many, many other things, but he apparently saw, for us, but the one idea- to tell us of the happenings of something that had touched his heart.

I remember, years ago, when I was apprentice in his office, that he occasionally would go out of town. On his return he would come in quietly, light his pipe, climb onto a stool, reach for a stick- and then for an hour or more with no other sound except the clicking of the type he would be lost in the story he was building. And what a story it would be. Of something that had come to his notice on the train, or that he had seen on the busy city street. He needed no written copy for what he had to say.

And he needed no "copy" for the things he did that endeared him to all who knew him. We, "his boys", who are scattered over the country, who worked for him and with him years ago on the Argus, most of us learning the trade there, knew the kind of man we were working for- we came to know him and to love him. The heritage he left with those he liked to call his "boys" was a love for a clean newspaper, clean thoughts, clean living. I never read anything in his newspaper that could not have been read around the family reading table. He did not hold thoughts that were vile, else we would have known of them in the office; yet he withheld from print that which would have been damaging to a fellow townsman had he been aof a different character. He was a good man. One of his favorite poets, Riley, said-

"Who lives to bravely take
His share of toil and stress,
And, for his weaker fellows' sake,
makes every burden less-
He may at last seem worn-
lie fallen, hands and eyes folded-
Yet, though we mourn and mourn,
A good man never dies."

Mr. Taylor was honored in this life by his fellows. He is honored today in his new home because of his choice to follow the teachings of the Book he loved. One did not know him and doubt his sincerity.

Yesterday Frank passed onto the home he has been building all these years. The curtain is down on the Window through which he saw those things he told us about. Today I see many of his friends p[passing in and out of his home where I too saw him 15 years ago. But that was a different occasion there was song and laughter then.

I'm saying goodbye to him now; and if we of his "boys" can live up to the ideals he held for us we will not fail him.

Dorr Tressler.

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