I cannot tell those who have served here while our friend was a Member of the Senate anything new concerning his assiduous and intelligent application to duty. Going to the Senate the same day as did the late Senator Sheppard, January 29, 1913, he wrestled ceaselessly through many black and purgatorial years, and at too great a sacrifice, as this sad ending indicates.

He gave to every interest his best, and the regard and respect of all his associates came back to him. This trait was indicative of the man who knew life at first hand and who was able and eager, out of his own experience, to devise ways for smoothing the pathway of those who needed most the held of kindly hands. If it be true that the drying of a single tear "hath more honest fame than shedding seas of gore," then Senator PITTMAN will indeed have an enduring fame. Always he mingled with strong men in crowded places. Always his hand was outstretched to aid his fellow men.

Our friend realized that no man has come to true greatness who has not felt in some degree that his life belongs to his race and that what God gives him He gives him for mankind. He knew that every noble life leaves the fiber of it interwoven forever in the work of the world.

This honored deceased recognized that the best results in the operation of a government wherein every citizen has a share largely depended upon a limitation of purely partisan zeal and effort and a correct appreciation of the time when the heat of the partisan should be merged in the patriotism of the citizen; that this was still a government of the people, and it should be none the less an object of all our solicitude. He felt that after party strife, the bitterness of partisan defeat, and the exultation of partisan triumph, these should be supplanted by an ungrudging acquiescence in the popular will and a sober, conscious concern for the general weal. He felt that we should in these great national emergencies cheerfully and honestly abandon all partisan prejudice and distrust

and determine with manly confidence in one another to work out harmoniously the achievement of our national destiny and security and thereby deserve to realize all the benefits which our great and good form of government can bestow.

Of this good man's eminent service as President pro tempore of the Senate and chairman of the Committee on Foreign Relations of the Senate I shall not speak, because it will be covered thoroughly by those most intimately associated with him, and I need not point out to scholars around me the necessity for strong leadership in those two exalted positions in mercurial times like these.

May we not learn a lesson from the life of this good man that will aid us in our struggle to so live that it can be said of us, as we now truthfully say of the deceased Senator, that in every walk of life, in every responsibility and trust, it was his creed to honestly and fearlessly do his duty as God gave him the light to see his way. His career has been a wholesome influence in American public life.

The widespread influence that Senator PITTMAN exercised as a statesman and philosopher must long continue to be felt and recognized as a molding and directing force in America's onward progress.

Remarks by Representative Scrugham

Of Nevada

Mr. SCRUGHAM. Mr. Speaker, under leave to extend my remarks in the Record, I include the following address delivered by Albert Hilliard over Station KOH, Reno, Nev., December 9, 1940:

Fellow citizens, the first time I ever saw KEY PITTMAN was in the year 1916. At that time I did not know that later it was to be my good fortune to become a citizen of the State that had that same year reelected him to the Senate. He had then served just over 4 years, and was one of the younger men in point of service, and in point of age, being just 44. I was attending law school in Washington, and, for a time, served as assistant enrolling clerk of the House of Representatives. This gave me certain privileges in both Houses of Congress, and I often listened to the debates, especially in the Senate. The Senate of the United States is the greatest deliberative body in the world. Amongst those serving with KEY PITTMAN in the Sixty-fifth Congress were the last remaining giants that that body has known, and with the passing of KEY PITTMAN, last month, and of Senator Borah not many months before, only Senator GEORGE W. NORRIS, of Nebraska, and Senator HIRAM W. JOHNSON of California, remain. And those two, as had been the case with Senator Borah had, because of the inexorable passing of the years, declined greatly in physical and intellectual powers. KEY PITTMAN, on the contrary, at 68, was at the apex of his career, the only Senator amongst them all whom I had seen and heard in 1916, and who, still being there, was yet, or apparently so, in the very prime of life. Let me run over some of the names in the Senate at the Sixty-fifth Congress, the War Congress, to better illustrate the point I wish to make. On the Republican sideHenry Cabot Lodge, of Massachusetts; Robert M. La Follette, of Wisconsin; James W. Wadsworth, of New York; Reed Smoot, of Utah; and George Sutherland, of the same State, afterward a Supreme Court Justice; Albert B. Cummins and William Kenyon, of Iowa; Johnson, Norris, and Borah I have already mentioned. There were Democrats there in those days and big men they were. Old John Sharp Williams, of Mississippi, an almost unreconstructed

Confederate; William "Bill" Stone, of Missouri, as doughty a warrior as you could wish to see, and his colleague, James A. "Jim" Reed, whose vitriolic tongue, whose lighting quick mind, made him so feared that few there were who had the hardihood or the audacity to engage him in debate. There was Thomas P. Gore, of Oklahoma, that amazing blind man who could see through the despoilers of a peoples' liberties better than most men who had eyes. And James K. Vardaman, of Mississippi, not a great Senator perhaps, but picturesque, with hair over a foot long, hanging below his coat collar. From Alabama was a very old man, old and old fashioned, Senator Bankhead, who had served the South in the Civil War, the father of the late great Democratic Speaker and the present Senator, JOHN BANKHEAD.

There were many others—all are now gone. It was a golden age in the United States Senate. With such men democratic institutions could never fail. And KEY PITTMAN was there-the peer of any one of them. At that time, to me, KEY PITTMAN was just one of 96 Senators. About all we had in common was the great western issue silver. I then lived in Colorado. Then one day again my duties called me to the Senate. The first World War, later to be the all-absorbing subject, was yet to come. Senator PITTMAN was speaking. My little mission done, I remained and listened. Nearly every desk in the Senate was occupied-a great compliment. With no histrionics, in a quiet voice, with no more gesture than the raising of one finger, he spoke, and the subject was-Silver. For over 2 hours he continued, speaking without notes, from his inexhaustible knowledge of that so-called commodity, which is no more a commodity than is gold, both-both gold and silver-are rightfully money. Not since the days of William Morris Stewart, Nevada's other great Senator and silver advocate, had the cause of the white metal been so eloquently expounded, so convincingly demonstrated. Upon the price of silver depended whether times in Nevada would be good or bad, the people prosperous or poor. Now and then, during the course of that speech that I heard, would come an interruption as if seeking to confuse the speaker. Without a pause, without a break he would answer, and the smooth continuity of his discourse went on and on, tirelessly and enormously effective. Without the advocacy of KEY PITTMAN in the Senate of the United States it is safe to assume that silver, unless in combination with other metals, would not now be mined in Nevada or anywhere else in the West. When he had concluded, the two Senators from my own then State of Colorado, the well-beloved Senator Newlands, and other western Senators rushed over to

grasp the hand of KEY PITTMAN, and he was forever after recognized as silver's champion. Since the days of Senator Stewart, the only man comparable at all with Senator PITTMAN on the silver question was the great commoner, that peerless Democrat, William Jennings Bryan, with whom it was but a passing fancy, while with PITTMAN it was the keystone of his struggles for over 40 years. There is something about silver, something mystical, something that gives the common touch. A glance at western history will show, and all my listeners who have been brought up in the West will at once recollect, that with no exceptions the men who have fought the battle of silver have been by that token the friend of the silver miner, and therefore have walked, walked always in step, with the great masses of the common people, one of whom they were. A gold advocate seeks to impress the strong, the rich, the privileged; a silver man is content to number his friends amongst the lowly. With KEY PITTMAN gone there is none left to lead the battle; for years without number, so mightily had he performed, there was no need for aid or assistance until now, suddenly, with the need as great, the place as empty. With his passing, those raised in the great tradition are no more. There is none, there can be none, to fill it.

And now, we, we who loved KEY PITTMAN, can, in some measure, keep his memory green. And that is just about all of us, as is proved by his being returned to the Senate every election since that long-ago year of 1913. In good years, and in bad years, he was always returned, ending just now in his overwhelming reelection. There were a few, a very few, who, being jealous of him, were against him. But this is a trait to be found in human nature, the little man's dislike of the great man. And they never bothered KEY PITTMAN at all. His faith was in the people and they were faithful to him as he knew they always would be and will be now that he is no more.

I have no way of knowing the form or shape the monument to KEY PITTMAN is to be. That needs must be left to other hands. When my own contribution is given I will try to give as freely as he gave himself in the closing months of his life. In those months, with a campaign and its hardships to be considered, with members of the opposition party striving and contesting to see which one would enter the lists against him, well knowing in their hearts they could not successfully assault the citadel of KEY PITTMAN, a citadel builded by the confidence a free people, always, by the grace of God, reserve for such rare and gifted men. I shall try to give as freely as he gave, when, with wars raging in every