Personal Life and Final Years
In 1901 the 17-year-old Buck, a captain of bellboys at the Virginia Hotel in Chicago, married Amy Leslie, 46-year old drama critic for the Chicago Daily News. Amy Leslie was living at the hotel when they met. They were divorced in 1913. In 1914, Buck married Nina C. Boardman, a Chicago stenographer, who accompanied him on jungle expeditions. They were divorced in 1927. When she later married a California packing company official, Nina told reporters, "As long as I live, I don't want to see any animals wilder or bigger than a kitten." In 1928 Buck married Muriel Reilly and had a daughter. In 1937 Buck bought his first home, in the Encino area of Los Angeles, 5035 Louise Avenue, next door to the home of Charles Winninger. Buck spent his last years in his family home in San Angelo, Texas, 324 South Bishop Street. Although his life was an adventurous one, and he reported many brushes with danger, Frank Buck died in a hospital bed, in Houston, Texas, from lung cancer brought about by a lifetime of cigarette smoking.
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