John M. Siddall, editor of the American Magazine and one of the most famous editors of his era, died at home in Ardsley-on-Hudson, New York, on this day (July 16) in 1923.
The New York Times headlined its front-page obituary the next day: "JOHN M. SIDDALL, DOOMED, WORKED ON; American Magazine Editor, Cancer Victim, Told Further Labor Would Hasten End. BUT REFUSED TO TAKE REST."
The Associated Press reported that, "He declared he would 'die in harness,' and insisted that no one should know of the death sentence imposed by the doctors. He continued at his post until a month ago."
Siddall was eulogized by newspaper writers across the country, most commending him for his unwavering work ethic.
"Not all the heroes die on the battlefields amid the thunder of guns," the Norfolk (Virginia) Ledger-Dispatch wrote. "In the face of certain death... he went quietly about his work, irradiating the sunshine of his cheery smile as if all were going well with his world. All honor to such a man. It is his kind who are the pioneers; to whom the call of duty means more than life itself."
"What is life worth unless it can be used to advantage?" the Appleton (Wisconsin) Post-Crescent wrote. "Why should anyone care to while away hours and weeks in doing nothing at all? The best part of living is not pleasure, recreation or rest, but work. We think for him, Mr. Siddall made the wise decision. We think any man who has lived with and for work would have done the same."
"He kept his tragic secret," wrote the Endicott (New York) Bulletin. "He continued writing editorials of hope and inspiration. No one knew of the ravenous thing clawing out his life. While he wrote, Siddall knew that the articles would not appear until after his death, for magazines are made up ahead for several months.... There will be new import to them too. For the world will know then that they are not merely smooth sentences, but the life blood of a courageous man. The cancer did not kill John Siddall; it made him immortal."
Arthur Brisbane, a powerful Hearst executive and widely read editorial columnist, also praised Siddall, though a little more fatalistically: "That he should have continued working, as his body slowly wasted and his strength failed, need surprise no one. Under such circumstances, what is there to do BUT work? For that matter, every man works under sentence of death, although no doctor has said to him, 'You have six months at the most.' Work is the best opiate."
But others saw his death as a cautionary tale. "Men owe it to themselves and to their families to know how to play as well as to work," the Decatur (Illinois) Review wrote. "Recreation, the rebuilding of the nerves and body by a change of occupation from work to play, is needed by all. John Siddall's epitaph might well be, 'He knew how to work, but not how to play.'"
B. C. Forbes, the business magazine editor and a Siddall friend, offered a personal reminiscence: "Three years ago he confessed to me that he had never had a forty-eight hour vacation since he took hold, back in 1915. He told how he worked at his office all day, spending much time quizzing people who came to sell him articles, and then how he worked at home until midnight six nights every week. I said to him, 'You're a fool.' Then I did my best to scare him by telling him how this big man and the next big man worked himself to death. He was willing to listen—he always was. But his comeback was this: 'I enjoy doing this work more than I enjoy doing anything else. It wouldn't be any vacation for me to take a vacation.'"
John McAlpine Siddall was 49.