recent visit to the House was manifest in the bond of affection that bound father and son. Parents live again in their children. They are an "heritage of the Lord." J. WILLIAM DITTER had two sides to his nature-one to face the world with, the other to show the family he so fondly loved. I am glad that I saw this beautiful side of his life.

He was a party man, but no venomed shaft ever left his bow. His blows left no sting. He was loved and respected by both Democrats and Republicans. He never hit below the belt. He was a hard, fair fighter, and all the world loves a man who has the courage of his convictions and is not afraid to fight for them.

It has been my privilege to serve with him for 3 years as a member of the National Republican Congressional Committee. During all that time I never saw him lose his head. He was always firm, fair, loyal, wise, and helpful in all he said and did. In his unselfish work for the Republicans of this House and the Nation he placed the party under an everlasting debt of gratitude to him.

"He who would have friends must show himself friendly." The selfish, self-centered man makes no friends. He has in his heart no room for them. The measure of a man's soul is in his capacity for friendship. J. WILLIAM DITTER was rich in the qualities of mind and heart that won the confidence, the respect, and the affection of men. He had friends because he gave himself in selfless service to others. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die. It is, therefore, to the life of our friend that we pay tribute. May we not all join in the sentiment, "Friendship mysterious cement of the soul, solder of society and sweetener of life, I owe thee much."

In this hour of sorrow, we adopt the tender tribute of Robert Burns to his friend and benefactor James, Earl of Glencairn, and apply it to our friend:

Oh, why has worth so short a date?

While villains ripen grey with time!
Must thou, the noble, generous, great,
Fall in bold manhood's hardy prime!
The bridegroom may forget the bride
Was made his wedded wife yestreen;
The monarch may forget the crown
That on his head an hour has been;
The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, Glencairn,
And a' that thou hast done for me!

A GOOD MAN MAN NEVER DIES

Man is not the pilgrim of a day,

Spawn of the worm or brother of the clay

Frail as the leaf in Autumn's yellow bower,
Dust in the wind or dew upon the flower.

J. WILLIAM DITTER'S seat is vacant today, but he is not forgotten. For

You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will,
But the scent of the roses will cling round it still.

His life was gentle, and the elements

So mixed in him that nature might stand up

And say to all the world, "This was a man!”

J. WILLIAM DITTER is not dead. He lives in the everlasting records of this House. He lives in the hearts of those who knew and loved him. He lives, let us hope, in that better world where the lives of just men are made perfect.

in the

House of Representatives

Proceedings in the House

MONDAY, November 22, 1943.

The Chaplain, Rev. James Shera Montgomery, D. D., offered the following prayer:

Eternal Father, strong to save, as we pause at Thy altar, do Thou hear our prayer. Bless us with minds calmed and fortified by moments of withdrawal and communion. Let our words come from fountains of personal rectitude folding away doubts and difference. Not one wise word ever loses its force, not one pure enthusiasm ever failed, nor one sacrifice ever came to nought.

Increase the power of our faith in orderly government and our trust in the events of Thy providence. Impress us that there is no satisfaction comparable to that of duty wisely performed and no regret like the consciousness of opportunities lost and wasted. Grant that all ills and evils which come from discord and misunderstanding may be subdued and the ways which lead to wisdom and harmony be kept open. Dear Lord, banish all narrowness of vision and every thought of expediency and strengthen us in our deliberations with the sense of proportion, ever guarding us against the consuming weakness of avarice and ambition.

Heavenly Father, how great are Thy mysteries, and Thy ways are past finding out. Thy voice is heard in inscrutable depths of human experience, in solemn warning, and we bless Thee that it is heard in the aspirations which lead to the paradise of the soul. We pause. A double alarm is at our door, and there is no response. Two of our most capable public servants have left us. They had the respect and the admiration and the love of all their colleagues.