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Frank Sullivan was born in Saratoga Springs, on 22nd September, 1892. After graduating from Cornell University in 1914 he became a journalist and worked for The Saratogian newspaper. During the First World War he served in the United States Army. In 1919 he moved to New York City and worked as a reporter for the New York Herald, the New York Sun and in 1922 the New York World. He eventually was given his own column "Out of a Clear Sky."

In the early 1920s Sullivan was associated with those involved in the Algonquin Round Table. Other members included Robert E. Sherwood, Dorothy Parker, Robert Benchley, Alexander Woollcott, Heywood Broun, Harold Ross, Donald Ogden Stewart, Edna Ferber, Ruth Hale, Franklin Pierce Adams, Jane Grant, Neysa McMein, Alice Duer Miller, Charles MacArthur, Marc Connelly, George S. Kaufman, Beatrice Kaufman , Frank Crowninshield, Ben Hecht, Frank Sullivan , John Peter Toohey, Lynn Fontanne, Alfred Lunt and Ina Claire.

Harold Ross, Jane Grant and Raoul Fleischmann established the The New Yorker in 1925. Sullivan had his first article published in the magazine in January, 1926. Other contributors included Dorothy Parker (poems and short-stories), Robert Benchley (theatre critic), James Thurber (cartoons and short-stories), Alexander Woollcott, Elwyn Brooks White, John McNulty, Joseph Mitchell, Katharine S. White (also fiction editor), Sidney J. Perelman, Janet Flanner (correspondent based in Paris), Wolcott Gibbs (theatre critic), St. Clair McKelway and John O'Hara (over 200 of his short-stories appeared in the magazine).

Sullivan was known for his collection of fictitious characters including: Aunt Sally Gallup, Martha Hepplethwaite, the Forgotten Bach, and Mr. Arbuthnot, the cliché expert. One of his colleagues later recalled: "The main thing about Frank Sullivan, of course, is that he was terrifically funny. His pieces were short and bright and apparently offhand. They looked easy, and maybe only writers really understand how special they were, and how hard to do."

Frank Sullivan, who never married, died in Saratoga Springs, on 19th February, 1976.

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(1) The New Yorker (3rd March, 1976)

The main thing about Frank Sullivan, of course, is that he was terrifically funny. His pieces were short and bright and apparently offhand. They looked easy, and maybe only writers really understand how special they were, and how hard to do.

© John Simkin, April 2013