This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Lewis, McKean Classification: Death Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/rw/ok.2ADE/1657 Message Board Post: THE SIDNEY ARGUS - HERALD. June 1, 1933. "Long Time Resident Is Dead In Montana".--A copy of the Weekly Eagle, published at Ekalaka, Montana, has reached this office telling of the death of John F. Lewis, who was associated with that paper as local editor. "Lewis", as he was generally called here, died suddenly Saturday morning, May 20. He arose from his bed about 2:30 in the morning, very ill, and made his way to the town hospital, just across the street. Dr. Sandy attended him, prescribed medicine and care, and returned to his rest. Shortly afterward a nurse visited the room, found Lewis very bad and again called the doctor, but the patient died before his arrival. Indigestion he called it. J.F. was an orphan boy, born in Wisconsin, self educated. When a young man he came to Riverton where he conducted a photo gallery. Later he came to Sidney and took up work on the old Fremont County Herald as a free-lance correspondent, writing feature articles which he frequently illustrated with his own pictures. Few men were better informed than Lewis. And few worried less about life's problems. He was one man who really cared nothing for the material things of life. Industrious, yes; but any time he would rather spend two days searching historical works for the mere sake of proving his point in an argument than to engage in remunerative pursuits. And he usually emerged victorious. For a number of years he made his home with the J.D. McKean family. Wherever he lived, his room was always piled high with books and periodicals and photos in the most confusing disarray, but Lewis could at any moment lay his hand upon the very thing he wanted, to the utter amazement of those who visited him. Lewis was 75 at the time of his demise. He never married. Some seventeen years ago he went to Montana and for a time lived on a homestead, later drifting back to newspaper work. Not long ago we saw an historical article in one of the leading farm magazines, with pictures by J. F. Lewis. He had photographed W.J. Bryan, who was his idol; Taft, Wilson, and many other world figures, whom he interviewed personally and of whom he wrote entertainingly. J.F. was in a class by himself. There never was another like him. He knew not what it was to hurry nor to worry. He took life as he found it--and he found it good. "Take no thought of the morrow, for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself," wrote St. Matthew. Such was J.F.'s creed. He owed no man, wanted only to be permitted to go his way unmolested, untroubled by the things so many others find troublesome. His beloved Knights of Pythias order had charge of the funeral. May his be lasting peace.