F. M. Hall - Later Years

Later Years

After graduating from Michigan, Hall moved to Butte, Montana, where he practiced law and played football for the Butte Athletic Club. In February 1898, Hall was hired as the head football coach at Michigan after Gustave Ferbert announced that he would not return. At the time of his hiring, the Detroit Free Press wrote of Hall: "His ability to coach the line men is unquestioned, and his general knowledge of the game will make him a splendid man for the position." In the end, Ferbert did return as the head coach, and Hall was an assistant coach for the 1898 Michigan Wolverines football team that compiled a 10–0 record and won Michigan's first Western Conference championship.

At the time of the 1900 United States Census, Hall was living with his mother, Eliza Hall, in Jackson Township, Shelby County, Ohio. He was employed as an attorney-at-law. In November 1901, The Michigan Alumnus reported that Hall was practicing law at Jackson Center, Ohio. In 1909, he returned to Ann Arbor as an assistant coach under head coach Fielding H. Yost for the 1909 Michigan Wolverines football team. At the time of the 1910 United States Census, Hall was living in a rooming house operated by Victoria Doty in Springfield, Missouri. He was employed by a packing company. At the time of the 1930 United States Census, he was living with his wife, Victoria, in Springfield, Missouri. He was employed as the proprietor of a whole nut house.

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