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CARL CAREY ANDERSON
( Late a Representative from Ohio )
MEMORIAL ADDRESSES
DELIVERED IN THE
HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES
OF THE UNITED STATES
SIXTY-SECOND CONGRESS
Proceedings in the House
February 23, 1913
Proceedings in the Senate
December 5, 1912
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
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Proceedings in the House 5
Prayer by Rev. Henry N. Couden, D. D 6
Memorial addresses by —
Mr. Goeke, of Ohio 9
Mr. Willis, of Ohio 14
Mr. Post, of Ohio 22
Mr. Bulkley, of Ohio 26
Mr. Bathrick, of Ohio 28
Mr. Sharp, of Ohio 30
Proceedings in the Senate 37
Resolutions adopted 38
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HON - CARL C -^JnTDERSON
DEATH OF HON. CARL CAREY ANDERSON
Proceedings in the House of Representatives
Monday, December 2, 1912.
Mr. Ansberry. Mr. Speaker, I offer the following reso-
lutions, which I send to the Clerk's desk, and ask for their
immediate consideration.
The Clerk read as follows:
House resolution 713
Resolved, That the House has heard with profound sorrow of
the death of the Hon. Carl Carey Anderson, a Representative
from the State of Ohio.
Resolved, That the Clerk communicate these resolutions to the
Senate and transmit a copy thereof to the family of the deceased.
The resolutions were agreed to.
Mr. Cannon. Mr. Speaker, I move you, sir, that out of
regard for the memory of the late Vice President, the
Hon. James Schoolcraft Sherman, and the memory of
the Members of this House and of the Senate who have
departed this life since the adjournment of the last session
of Congress this House do now adjourn.
The motion was agreed to; and accordingly (at 1 o'clock
and 8 minutes p. m.) the House adjourned until to-mor-
row, Tuesday, December 3, 1912, at 12 o'clock noon.
Friday, December 6, 1912.
A message from the Senate, by Mr. Crockett, one of its
clerks, announced that the Senate had passed the follow-
ing resolutions:
Resolved, That the Senate has heard with deep sensibility the
announcement of the death of the Hon. Carl Carey Anderson,
late a Representative from the State of Ohio.
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Resolved, That as a further mark of respect to the memory of
those Representatives whose deaths have been announced the
Senate do now adjourn.
Monday, January 13, 1913.
Mr. Goeke. Mr. Speaker, I ask unanimous consent for
the present consideration of an order which I send to the
Clerk's desk.
The Speaker. The gentleman from Ohio asks unani-
mous consent for the present consideration of an order,
which the Clerk will report.
The Clerk read as follows:
Ordered, That Sunday, the 23d day of February, 1913, be set
apart for addresses on the life, character, and public services of
the Hon. Carl Carey Anderson, late a Representative from the
State of Ohio.
The Speaker. Is there objection?
There was no objection.
So the order was agreed to.
Sunday, February 23, 1913.
The House met at 12 o'clock noon.
The Chaplain, Rev. Henry N. Couden, D. D., offered
the following prayer:
Hear my cry, O God; attend unto my prayer. From
the end of the earth will I cry unto Thee when my heart
is overwhelmed; lead me to the rock that is higher than
I. For Thou hast been a shelter for me and a strong
tower from the enemy. I will abide in Thy tabernacle
forever; I will trust in the covert of Thy wings.
From time immemorial, O God our Father, men's hearts
have turned instinctively to Thee in great crises for help,
in sorrow and grief for comfort, in every contingency for
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inspiration and guidance; so our hearts turn to Thee as
we assemble in memory of men who by faithful service
in State and Nation gained for themselves the respect and
confidence of the people, wrought well among us, left the
impress of their personality upon our minds, and made
a place for themselves in our hearts which time nor space
can erase. " For we know that if opr earthly house of
this tabernacle were dissolved we have a building of God,
an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens."
" We leave this and straightway enter another palace of
the King more grand and beautiful."
We mourn their going, but not without hope. We are
cast down but not overwhelmed, dismayed but not con-
founded.
For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of man's mind,
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.
Enter Thou, O God our Father, into the desolate homes
and bind up the bruised and broken hearts with the oil
of Thy love, that they may look through their tears to
the rainbow of hope and follow on without fear and
doubting into that realm where all mysteries shall be
solved, all sorrows melted into joy, soul touch soul in an
everlasting communion, and eons of praise we will ever
give to Thee, in the spirit of the Lord Christ. Amen.
The Speaker. The Clerk will read the Journal of the
proceedings of yesterday.
Mr. Morgan of Louisiana. Mr. Speaker, I ask unani-
mous consent that the reading of the Journal be dispensed
with.
The Speaker. The gentleman from Louisiana asks
unanimous consent to dispense with the reading of the
Journal. Is there objection? [After a pause.] The
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Chair hears none. Without objection, the Journal will
stand approved.
There was no objection.
The Speaker. The Clerk will report the order of busi-
ness in reference to the Hon. Carl C. Anderson, late a
Representative from Ohio.
The Clerk read as follows:
On motion of Mr. Goeke, by unanimous consent,
Ordered, That Sunday, February 23, 1913, be set apart for ad-
dresses upon the life, character, and public services of Hon. Carl
C. Anderson, late a Representative from the State of Ohio.
Mr. GoEKE. Mr. Speaker, I offer the following resolution.
The Speaker. The Clerk will read the resolution.
The Clerk read as follows:
House resolution 862
Resolved, That in pursuance of the special order heretofore
adopted the House proceed to pay tribute to the memory of the
Hon. Carl C. Anderson, late a Representative in Congress from
the State of Ohio.
Resolved, That as a further mark of respect to the memory of
the deceased and in recognition of his public career the House at
the conclusion of the memorial proceedings of this day shall
stand adjourned.
Resolved, That the Clerk of the House communicate these reso-
lutions to the Senate.
Resolved, That the Clerk of the House be, and he is hereby,
instructed to send a copy of these resolutions to the family of
the deceased.
The resolution was unanimously agreed to.
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Address of Mr. Goeke, of Ohio
Mr. Speaker, it is a time-honored custom of this body
to pay tribute to the character and services of the distin-
guished dead of either House. Responding to this and
prompted by a sense of duty to my State as well as respect
for the late Carl C. Anderson, I shall in my humble way
here record my estimate of his life and services to the
country. Carl C. Anderson was born at Bluffton, Allen
County, Ohio, December 2, 1877. When a boy his parents
moved to Fremont, Ohio. At 10 years he was a newsboy
and a bootblack. At 16 he had saved money enough to
buy a home for his mother. He was at one time a trav-
eling salesman, and later engaged himself in the mercan-
tile business at Fostoria, Ohio, which place became his
permanent home. By his energy and thrift he prospered
and won the confidence of those who knew him. His
popularity grew, and he was twice elected mayor of his
city, and then aspired to congressional honors. Never
defeated in an election, he was beginning his campaign
for his third term in this body when, in the very prime
of his useful life, his career was ended suddenly by a
fearful and tragic death. At the youthful age of 35 years
he was taken from us in the midst of his life's work.
The news of his death came to me, as it did to many
others, as a personal bereavement. The awfulness of the
shock to his city and State is well told in the feverish
announcement of his home paper, the Fostoria Times, on
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the night of the accident. It is the overflowing of the
full heart of the editor. I quote:
There is no conqueror save death. In the midst of circum-
stances that seem to defy destiny the gaunt, grisly, invisible
champion of the grave stalks forth; a sudden swoop of the scythe
and the highest and strongest fall forever. Carl C. Anderson,
of all men, is dead. Swift and awful, unannounced, like an elec-
tric shock, beggared of even the anguished interval of Titanic
tragedy or the stroke of some like calamity, the man in the com-
munity most alive and widest known passes from life to death,
from existence to immortality, from achievement to history.
Yesterday evening and night he accompanied his friend and com-
panion, Attorney Russell M. Knepper, of Tiffin, Democratic candi-
date, on an automobile trip to a village in the neighborhood of
Fostoria. Returning home one of those all-too-numerous auto-
mobile accidents happened. The car and its four occupants were
approaching a bend in the road on the new Riegel Road near the
city, when the car rushed into the ditch, overturned, threw part of
the passengers out, turned upside down, and pinned Congressman
Anderson to death.
The man who sat in the same seat was the one least injured.
The injured men and the remains of Fostoria's foremost citizen
were tenderly brought to town and cared for. Telephone mes-
sages were sent to close friends about town and to relatives out
of town. Tactfully and tenderly the terrible tidings were taken
to the wife and children. My last talk with him was in the after-
noon. We spoke of the congressional situation, and he was in a
triumphant mood, naturally. No real opposition to his reelection
could be found in the district, and his opponents appeared to be
merely nominal nominees. " Use them well in your paper," said
Carl, with characteristic kindness, "make no attacks on them;
you need waste no words on me either, the people know me now.
I shall receive a big enough majority to please my friends, and
I am going into the districts of some of my congressional friends
to help them." As we parted I thought that here at least there is
no uncertainty of political success in an election five weeks dis-
tant. To-day the city sits in supremacy of sorrow, and messages
are flashing over the land and inquiries pouring in for details of
the dread calamity that put a period to this unexampled success.
Death alone defeated this matchless man. " There is no con-
queror save death."
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Address of Mr. Goeke, of Ohio
I shall always remember the immense concourse of
friends who gathered to pay a last sad tribute of respect
on the occasion of his interment. Rich and poor, high
and low, all showed sorrow at his untimely death. Fos-
toria that day was literally in mourning. Truly did it
seem that the angel of death, hovering over the city,
had touched the hearts of every home. Greater tribute
than this hath no man, that " after life's fitful dream is
o'er " — " after the battle has been fought and won " — he
is returned home, and there, amid the genuine sorrow
and tears of friends and neighbors, he is laid to rest in
the generous bosom of that State which he loved so well
and served so faithfully. No more noted gathering ever
assembled to pay tribute to the dead than that which
came to show their respect, add their sympathy, and
mingle their tears in sorrow with the family and friends
in the home city of the beloved and lamented Carl
Anderson.
Our departed friend and colleague was the child of
poverty and toil. He knew none of the temptations of
wealth or the enervating influences of luxury, yet he was
richly endowed with brains, energy, physical and moral
courage, and self-reliance. These were great riches. He
wdsely invested his entire capital in self-improvement,
and Carl Anderson, the newsboy and bootblack, became
beloved of the people and their faithful servant in the
Halls of Congress. Born of common people, he was of
the plain people, and knew them well.
While he was too great to yield to their demands when
influenced by passion or prejudice, he was great enough
to fully comprehend and appreciate their wants and to
sympathize with them in their wants. His life furnishes
an excellent example of what courage unaided and
industry unfavored can work out for their possessor in
the field of equal opportunity furnished to all in this
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Republic of ours. He is a testimonial of the virtues of
our free institutions, our country, and our Government.
His record in Congress is replete v^ith w^ork well done,
bearing proof of his faithfulness to his oath of office, and
realization of his responsibilities to his constituency and
to his country. He was always in favor of good legisla-
tion and quickly saw an opportunity to do good work
for his people, and so accepted the high honor conferred
and became one of the most sympathetic and hardest
workers in the House. But little escaped his vigilant eye
and a bad measure met his vehement opposition and de-
nunciation. He was naturally ambitious — not for selfish
reasons, but solely to serve his people better and for the
good that might result to them. He was courteous, open
hearted, accommodating, and pleasant at all times and
under the most trying circumstances. He was the con-
stant friend and ardent advocate of the cause of the old
soldier and, with the exception of the venerable Isaac R.
Sherwood, no man in the House accomplished so much
for them. He worried over their suffering in their declin-
ing years as though they were of kin to him. He never
hesitated to resolve all doubt in their favor and rejoiced
at every measure that spelled good to them. In line with
his inherent sympathy for those that toil, he was the
champion of labor, both organized and unorganized, and
never lost an opportunity to vote and work for legislation
in their behalf. His devotion to the people of his district
was marvelous. To be able to please them was his great-
est aim. He was constantly striving to do something for
some one from the thirteenth district. They will miss
him as time goes on and in their hearts and esteem his
place will be hard to fill.
Of his personal traits of character, so beautifully exem-
plified in his private and domestic life, I shall say but
little. Nothing short of a profound sense of loyalty to his
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hallowed memory could induce me to speak at all of the
personal side of him who was endeared to me by the
sweetest and tenderest ties of intimate association and
deep affection. I know his wife and children and I have
never known the relation of husband and father more
substantially true and tender. What good effects flow
from a strong, true love that is full of sympathy, served
to form his character throughout his home life. Those
closest to him admired and loved him best, because they
knew him best.
So let us not so much mourn that he is dead, but rather
let us rejoice that he has lived. Let us not think so much
of his untimely taking off, but rather of the fullness of his
life. Poets for ages have sung of the sadness of death
when it comes to a man full of life and vigor, to one still
ready and willing to do a man's part in the world of
men, yet the Greeks personified death by a beautiful boy
crowned with immortal youth, and somehow that ideal
seems fitting. For the deeds of man the lesson of his life
and the good example he gave will live forever, and their
rejuvenation from one generation to the other may well
be exemplified by youth. Stricken in life's prime, in the
fullness of a splendid usefulness, Carl C. Anderson left
to his family, to the people of his district, and to us a
monument more enduring than marble and a heritage
more precious than gold.
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Address of Mr. Willis, of Ohio
Mr. Speaker: It has just been suggested to me by a
friend that this day which we have set apart as a proper
occasion to do honor to the memory of a number of our
deceased colleagues here and a number of deceased
Members of the Senate is as well the anniversary of a sad
but interesting historical occasion. Sixty-five years ago
to-day, yonder in the old Hall of the House, or rather in
an adjoining chamber, the great spirit of John Quincy
Adams took its flight to the God who gave it. Two days
before the old warrior had fallen on the field of battle
with his armor on and his face to the foe; and 65 years
ago to-day he breathed his last. Since that time, Mr.
Speaker, many distinguished Members of this body have
gone into the Great Beyond, but I measure my words
when I say that among that great number there have
been few who gave more complete and unfaltering devo-
tion to the people who sent them here than did Carl
Anderson, of Ohio. It was my pleasure and it will be
throughout life my fond recollection to have known Carl
Anderson quite intimately, and yet that acquaintance did
not extend over a very lengthy period. I did not know
him personally until I came to this House at the beginning
of this Congress. I had known of him, of course, because
we lived in adjoining congressional districts, and his fame
had spread over the State, but I met him first here in the
city of Washington. At his hotel, with that kindliness of
spirit which was so characteristic of him, he came and
introduced himself to me and, knowing that I was a new
Member, he sought to make me feel comfortable, and
before we had talked five minutes he had undertaken to
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smooth out some of the rough ways and to explain how I
might best get along with my work here, and particularly
with the departmental work, with which he was so thor-
oughly familiar. He aided me much, and generously
gave me credit for work which he himself had done. I
think, Mr. Speaker, that probably that was the most
prominent characteristic in the life of our deceased
friend — the spirit of helpfulness and generosity, the de-
sire to make somebody comfortable and happy, the de-
sire to extend a helping hand— and I think it is a charac-
teristic which those of us who are left behind may well
emulate. My colleague from Ohio [Mr. Goeke] has re-
ferred eloquently to the fact — a fact of which we are
proud in Ohio — that this Ohio boy in whose honor we are
met here to-day, at the age of 10, was a common newsboy
and a bootblack on the street.
Mr. Speaker, it seems to me that the mere statement of
that fact is sufficient without comment; Carl Anderson's
life is and ought to be an inspiration to the American
youth. It shows the possibility of American citizenship.
Here was this boy, making his way when he was only a
child, selling papers and blacking boots on the street, and
to-day this great legislative body has met to do honor to
his memory. I have been thinking as I have been sitting
here and listening to the eloquent words that have been
spoken of him and of our other friend and colleague, Mr.
Wickliffe, and wondering what it is that makes it pos-
sible for men to succeed. I think I know something of
the secret of success of this rare soul, and that was this —
that he possessed almost infinite ability for hard work.
It was not so much brilliancy, perhaps, as it was a deter-
mination to stick to the task and a determination to work
and to be prepared. I know that this man believed in
the philosophy of these little stanzas. I know he did,
through my personal association with him. These
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stanzas are from the brilliant pen of the lamented Senator
from Kansas, John J. Ingalls :
OPPORTUNITY.
Master of human destinies am I.
Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait;
Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate
Deserts and seas remote, and passing by
Hovel, and mart, and palace, soon or late
I knock unbidden once at every gate.
If sleeping, wake; if feasting, rise before
I turn away. It is the hour of fate,
And they who follow me reach every state
Mortals desire, and conquer every foe
Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate,
Condemned to failure, penury, and woe,
Seek me in vain and uselessly implore;
I answer not, and I return no more.
Representative Anderson w^as ready when opportunity
knocked unbidden at his gate; but he had those sterling
qualities of stalwart Americanism that would have en-
abled him to succeed whether opportunity knocked or no.
It was the theory of life of Carl Anderson that he
should be prepared for the work in hand, and when he
was called by the people of his native city of Fostoria to
the office of mayor of that city he was prepared for the
work. When in the business world opportunities came
to him, he was ready to embrace them. When he was
called to this higher office, he was equipped for the work
which he undertook to do, and the reason why he was
equipped and why he was ready to embrace these oppor-
tunities was because he understood the philosophy of
hard work. It is the same, Mr. Speaker, with men that
it is with the lower organisms. Take the tree that stands
in the midst of the darksome forest where it is protected
by the other trees, and that tree will be straight and tall,
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Address of Mr. Willis, of Ohio
but the fiber of it will not be so strong; but as to the oak
that stands upon the summit of the hill, the timber of
that tree will be strong, because it has been torn and
strained and twisted by every tempest that has blown for
a thousand years. Put the little coral insect down at the
mouth of a river where the current is gentle, the water
warm, and where it is freighted with all the elements of
plant growth, and the insect will die, but lay it upon a
rocky ledge where the waves beat down with an everlast-
ing power that would grind granite to powder, and it
grows and thrives, builds up its tiny palace to the surface
of the sea. And it is so with men. It is the battle, the
toil, the contest, the struggle that brings out the best that
is in human nature. And so it was with this dear de-
ceased friend. He believed in the philosophy that is ex-
pressed in those beautiful lines from the pen of Babcock,
when he says:
Be strong!
We are not here to play, to dream, to drift;
We have hard work to do and loads to lift.
Shun not the struggle, face it; 'tis God's gift.
Be strong!
Say not the days are evil — Who's to blame? —
And fold the hands and acquiesce. shame!
Stand up, speak out and bravely, in God's name.
Be strong!
It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong,
How hard the battle goes, the day how long;
Faint not; fight on! To-morrow comes the song.
That was the philosophy of life of this man. And may
I add not only did the boy make his own way, starting as
a bootblack at 10 years of age, but by the time he had
attained the age of 16 years, the little fellow had saved
up enough from his slender earnings to buy a home for
his mother.
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Mr. Speaker, it is not necessary, it seems to me, to point
out anything else in the character of this unusual man.
Devotion to mother, respect for mother. Saving from the
slender sum which other boys might have spent for trifles
and amusement, he buys a home for mother. Mr.
Speaker, there is not anything finer in life than devotion
to home and devotion to mother. The man who has
those characteristics is bound to make a success of his
public and private life, as did Carl Anderson. That
spirit of work to which I have referred characterized his
service here. He worked early and late in the interests
of his constituents.
Mr. Speaker, it is no discredit to anyone else to say that
there was no man in Ohio who had the hold upon his
district that Carl Anderson had. Everybody in the thir-
teenth district knew him, and all who knew him loved
him. There was not another member of the Ohio delega-
tion who was as popular in his district as Carl Anderson
was in his. My colleague, Mr. Goeke, spoke touchingly
and eloquently of the funeral services in Fostoria and
Fremont. It was a marvelous tribute. There they were
from all the walks of life, not simply the wealthy —
although the wealthy were there — but from the mid-
dle walks of life. The common people were there in
great numbers. Workmen, farmers, school children^ — all
classes and ages and professions were represented. It
was a great outpouring, and in that beautiful city of
Fremont, which has witnessed some historic scenes and
some great historic funerals, it is said there never had
been witnessed such an outpouring of the people as was
witnessed that day. Back, back, for many rods, the
people were packed, and the thing that touched me most,
and as I said to one of my colleagues with me at the time,
the thing that Carl would have prized most, was the fact
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Address of Mr. Willis, of Ohio
that in that great crowd there were hundreds of old
soldiers, members of the Grand Army of the Republic.
In the thirteenth district and all over the State it was felt
that when Carl Anderson went away they had lost one
of the most active and effective friends they had in Amer-
ican public life.
The old boys in blue were there at the funeral services
in large numbers and gave the most convincing evidence
of their profound sorrow at the tragedy which had over-
whelmed them and hung like a pall over northwestern
Ohio.
On occasions like this, Mr. Speaker, we can but think
of the serious problems of life. We wonder whence we
come and whither we are going; what it is all about, and
whether death is the end, or whether the tomb is but a
gateway to an eternity of opportunity.
It can not be that our little butterfly existence upon
earth is the end. There is that within us which speaks
unerringly of another life, broader and higher and better
than this. It can not be that the years of toil and strife
and aff'ection and preparation of a life well lived end at
the grave. Another life beyond the mystery we call
" death " is prophesied with certainty by that unceasing
and unsatisfied hunger in the human heart for something
better than we are. Life is not broken, but continuous
and unending. The deep, unfathomable mystery of
being remains unsolved. The beginning of life we know
not, yet we know that we are, and we know that we shall
continue to be, united beyond the grave with those loved
ones who have gone on before.
We think sometimes that perhaps death is the end
of the feverish journey of life, but that is because our
poor, weak human vision is so limited and so short-
sighted.
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I watched a sail until it dropped from sight
Over the rounding sea. A gleam of white,
A last far-flashed farewell, and, like a thought
Slipt out of mind, it vanished, and was not.
Yet to the helmsman standing at the wheel
Broad seas still stretched beneath the gliding keel.
Disaster? Change? He felt no slightest sign.
Nor dreamed he of that far horizon line.
So may it be, perchance, when down the tide
Our dear ones vanish. Peacefully they glide
On level seas, nor mark the unknown bound.
"We call it death — to them 'tis life beyond.
The world will little know nor long remember what we
say here, but Carl Anderson's comrades and associates
will not soon forget his services to the Nation, his devo-
tion to his home, his love for wife and children, and his
kindness and generosity to his friends. From this life,
well lived and tragically ended, comes the lesson so well
expressed in those other lines —
Build thee more stately mansions, oh, my soul.
As the swift seasons roll;
Leave the low- vaulted past;
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free.
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea.
Mr. Speaker, it was at the eventide that we stood yonder
in the cemetery at Fremont. I shall never forget the
spectacle. The glorious sun was going down in the
golden west, marking the dying day, symbolic of the
brilliant life that had passed into the great beyond. We
were gathered about the mound. Here were ranks of the
old veterans, for whose interests Carl had fought, and
they stood there and tried to keep the drooping shoulders
as square as they were when many years ago they
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Address of Mr. Willis, of Ohio
marched away to the grand, wild music of war. They
tried to be bravej-but the eyes were dim and the cheeks
were wet, for they knew they had lost a fearless and
faithful advocate. And then there were the other friends
gathered about, literally acres of them; as the casket,
laden with flowers, was lowered beneath the green sod
of that historic cemetery I could but think of the tender
lines of one of America's sweetest singers, who wrote for
a loved one this epitaph of undying beauty:
Warm summer sun, shine kindly here;
Warm southern wind, blow softly here;
Green sod above, lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart; good night; good night.
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Address of Mr. Post, of Ohio
Mr. Speaker: We have met to-day not to transact the
regular business of the House, but to pay our respects and
tribute to the dead. This Congress, now nearing its close,
is notable for the number of its dead. Eighteen Members
of this body and six Members of the upper branch, with
the Vice President, have answered the final roll call.
The parting with friends at death is the saddest of all
events in life. It severs all ties of friendship and affec-
tion. It blights the sweetest companionships and obliter-
ates the most sacred associations. The successes and tri-
umphs of life, its turmoil and strife, cruelty, and injustice
lead to the same earthly ending. And after it, how soon
are we forgotten! We are but a mite in the great and
ever-increasing sea of humanity.
When death overcomes man in his youth, or when in
the prime of life, it creates a sentiment of grief amounting
to despair. On the other hand, if we enjoy in health, with
full possession of all our faculties, the Psalmist's limit of
life of four score years, it is universally a source of pro-
found gratitude. To be stricken with death when in the
very prime of life, with the brightest prospects to crown
a glorious future, is most appalling. The tragic and dra-
matic death of our colleague, Carl C. Anderson, on the 1st
day of October, 1912, by its very suddenness shocked the
whole community and overcame it with a sense of the
deepest sorrow and lamentation. Leaving his home in
Fostoria with a friend upon a business errand to a neigh-
boring town, concluding their business engagement, upon
their return voyage the automobile in which they were
making the trip, in making a sharp turn in the road,
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upset, seriously injuring the driver and killing our beloved
colleague.
A life full of vigor and manhood, not yet reaching 35
years, in the passing of a single moment was thus so unex-
pectedly blotted out forever, a lamentable and sad re-
minder of the uncertainty of life.
Carl, as he was familiarly called by all who were for-
tunate in knowing him, was strictly one of the common
people. When a mere boy he earned his own living as a
newsboy and bootblack. He was most energetic, zeal-
ously industrious, and early in life established himself in
successful business. He was endowed with a striking per-
sonality and high and generous impulses, and his sym-
pathies were so broad, his mind so tolerant, his nature
so gentle that he easily gained the admiration and affec-
tions of all who were privileged to know him. These
inherent qualities admirably fitted him for the political
arena, and while yet a mere boy he was elected twice to
the office of mayor of his native town and occupied other
positions of public trust.
In 1908 he was easily the first choice of his party as its
nominee for the office of Representative in Congress for
the thirteenth district of Ohio, and at the general election
was elected to the Sixty-flrst Congress by an overwhelm-
ing plurality, and, I am informed, was the youngest Mem-
ber of the House in that Congress. He was reelected to
the Sixty-second Congress, and at the primaries held in
the district to nominate candidates for Congress in the
summer of 1912 he had grown so rapidly in the public
favor that he was not only the unanimous choice of his
own party, but was practically unopposed by candidates
of other parties.
Stricken down at the very threshold of a most promis-
ing career, when his young life was buoyant with hope
and filled with aspirations of greater success, his body, so
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carefully consigned to earth by his legion of friends,
political admirers, fraternal orders, and delegations from
the various counties in his district, may crumble into dust,
but his spirit will live on forever.
It was not my good fortune to know him until the open-
ing of the extra session beginning on the 4th of April,
1911. Our offices in the House Office Building were in
close proximity and our acquaintanceship soon ripened
into the closest friendship. I soon learned to love him
because of his sweet spirit and gracious demeanor, his
kindly consideration for me and all about him, and his
charming personality that made his companionship most
agreeable. He was filled with the spirit of kindness
toward others and bent every possible effort to meet their
desires and wants.
His fidelity to his constituents was so persistent that
they never faltered in their loyalty and devotion to him.
No complaint was ever too trivial for him to investigate
and no letter was ever received by him that did not re-
ceive an answer couched in the most gracious language.
His disposition and eagerness to serve his constituents,
regardless of politics, were well known, and they most
highly appreciated his services and delighted to honor
him. He delighted in giving attention to the little things
in life, little kindnesses, and thoughtfulness of deeds that
created a close bond of friendship which existed at all
times between him and the people of his district. These
many manly qualifications made him a host of friends in
the opposite party, who voted for him as regularly as did
his party friends.
The very strongest bond of friendship and devotion
existed between him and the veterans of the Civil War.
He was their stanchest friend and they were his friends,
and those of his district his truest followers. No soldier
constituent of his ever made him a request too trivial not
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to receive a prompt response. He devoted a great part
of his time to aiding the veteran soldiers and seeing that
they received the pensions due them from the Govern-
ment. At his funeral, which took place at Fostoria and
Fremont, more than 200 veterans of the Civil War, all fast
tottering to the grave, marched in the line of the proces-
sion to his final resting place, as a tribute of the respect
and veneration in which he was held by them. This
remnant of the fast-vanishing Army of the Blue, of the
men who marched away during the War of the Rebellion
in defense of the flag, following the funeral cortege with
bowed heads and sobbing hearts as it bore the remains
of our colleague to their last resting place, has left an im-
press upon my memory which time can not efface. It
was but one scene exemplifying in generous sympathy the
admiration in which he was held by the soldiers of his
district. Nor was this veneration confined to the veterans
whom he so steadfastly and faithfully served.
In his home city business was wholly suspended. Its
streets were lined with thousands of his former constitu-
ents, with neighbors, fraternal associates, and friends.
At the beautiful cemetery in the neighboring city of Fre-
mont, where his mortal remains were laid away to rest
forever, thousands more had congregated to give vent to
their sorrow and grief.
His private life was ideal. He was a devoted husband,
a kind and affectionate father, and a most genial, consid-
erate, loyal, and true friend at all times.
When I stood beside his grave, in the presence of that
mysterious, solemn silence — death — I realized how quickly
he had gone out from our midst, leaving a multitude of
heavy hearts, and it was my wish that his sweet memory
should ever remain fresh in the affections of his friends
and of the people who honored and loved him as their
Representative and whom he served and loved so well.
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Address of Mr. Bulkley, of Ohio
Mr. Speaker: Carl Anderson was elected a Member of
this House in 1908 and served in the Sixty-first Congress.
He was reelected to the Sixty-second Congress by a greatly
increased majority, and was, at the time of his death, the
candidate of the Democratic Party to represent his district
in the Sixty-third Congress. There can be no doubt that
had he lived a few more weeks he would have been re-
turned with a majority even greater than he had received
before. His popularity was constantly increasing.
His constant and remarkable gain in popularity was in
no way mysterious. Everyone knows his persistent in-
dustry, his untiring devotion to the interests of his con-
stituents. He was always working, early and late, always
giving unsparingly his whole strength and his best efforts
to the constituency which honored and trusted him.
Political friend and foe alike were made to feel that he
was the representative of all, and his generosity and un-
failing kindness and courtesy made him many a warm
friend among those who had opposed him politically.
His generosity and unfailing readiness to do a kind act
for everyone with whom he came in contact were known
and appreciated by his colleagues. When I refer to his
readiness to do a kindness I do him less than justice; he
was not merely ready, he was anxious, and always seemed
to seek the opportunity to do some helpful thing for each
and every one of us. After my election to this House I
came to Washington in the closing days of the last Con-
gress to get acquainted with my new colleagues and my
new duties. It was Carl Anderson who first made me
feel at home here; it was he who took most time and trou-
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ble to give me suggestions and information. And up to
the end of the session last summer, when I last spoke with
him, he, more often than any other Member, came to me
with suggestions for my good, for the good of my friends
and my constituents.
He was broad-minded, generous, democratic, sympa-
thetic, industrious, determined to serve well and to suc-
ceed. Less than 35 years of age, he was at the threshold
of a career of great promise. He met his tragic and un-
timely death in an automobile accident, while actively
engaged in the duties of the political campaign of last
autumn. Who can say how great might have been our
colleague's career had it not thus prematurely ended?
At this point Mr. Bulkley assumed the chair as Speaker
pro tempore.
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Address of Mr. Bathrick, of Ohio
Mr. Speaker : I yield no grudging tribute to Carl Ander-
son, but when death writes "Finis" upon the scroll of life
words can be but empty symbols of vain meditation.
No eulogium of one who has passed beyond the curtain
of eternal darkness can ease the pain or requite the loss
of those who mourn. Rather might it accentuate both
and hinder the blessed healing of the balm of time. Yet
it is not altogether futile and is wholly just that the mind
should linger about the brighter memories of the dead,
upon the better parts of a life ended. Memory should
be like a golden thread leading us back to the happy
moments of the past, to the joys of the vanished yester-
days, that smiles, not tears, may mark our recollections.
Who would be a vile ghoul of reminiscence and, in the
presence of the common failings of the living, disinter
human error? The frailties of mankind are but the faults
of the fallow where the grain yields its hundredfold and
imperfections are lost in the abundance of the harvest.
Carl Anderson knew more of sunlight in his heart than
gloom. He shed its cheerful rays about him in pleasant
words and hearty handclasps and smiling greetings. The
world to him was a workshop where duty was pleasur-
able, not painful. Within this Chamber he ably sought
to do the will of his people, often not expressed but by
him anticipated. To him their tribute of confidence and
esteem was a reward far transcending the value of any
sordid recompense. And when, within the small cities
of his district, the bells softly tolled the signal of his de-
parture, commerce halted, community activities ceased,
the people gathered about his bier, and friend or foe
failed not to render homage to the clay of one who was
true, industrious, and cheerful.
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Carl Anderson, in the field where the mental Titans of
this Nation contend, may not have stood upon their lofty
plane; but, young, vigorous, and keen, none may know
where the years might have placed him. He may not
have climbed to the pinnacle of fame, but he wrought well
and was pleasant. He loved his country, revered its
defenders, and in their years of feebleness and want
brought solace and material aid to many a troubled
household.
Too often our good deeds weaken and die in the mem-
ory of men, but every human being soweth seeds which
grow and multiply. In the crush of human emotions not
all the good will fructify and neither will all the evil
flourish, but like the banyan tree whose branches are
strengthened as they increase their gracious shadows, so
deeds of kindness strengthen the human heart. So grew
the generous nature of this man, honored by the populace,
until often the distress of others became his very own, and
by the touch of his helping hand their heavy cares were
rolled aside.
I do not know what creed he professed; I know not
what church cast its sanctified mantle about him, neither
shall the records of justice take note of these, for it is
written in the roll of heaven that he was charitable and
kind.
Mr. Speaker, the herald of death oft gives no day of
grace, and when from the shadow came the summons to
attend the last roll call in the house of life it found Carl
Anderson yielding willing tribute to friendship — it found
him giving aid to others.
Fate, silently beckoning, held aside the veil and he
entered, to return no more; but to-day, on the face of the
cliffs of time, we will chisel his name and beneath it sub-
scribe the humble tribute: He gave aid and comfort to
his fellow men.
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Address of Mr. Sharp, of Ohio
Mr. Speaker: This is an unusual occasion, unusual be-
cause we are called upon in a single afternoon in this
memorial service to voice our grief over the death of
seven Members of Congress, whose distinguished services
in these Halls of legislation are forever ended. The hand
of death has indeed been most heavily laid upon our
colleagues of the Sixty-second Congress. Its beckoning
call has come alike to the young and the old. But a week
ago this Sabbath day we held similar services for three
others of our departed Members, and, all told, I believe
25 or 26 of the membership of this Congress have passed
from among us since taking their oath of office less than
two years ago. Fully half of the delegations of our
sisterhood of States have been called upon to mourn the
loss of one or more Members who had won a place in
their affections. Of these States thus afflicted my own
has been singularly free from such a visitation; and until
now I do not recall a time in recent years when its dele-
gation — in the House, at least — has been called upon to
memorialize the life and services of a deceased Member.
If not inappropriate to this sad occasion, may I specu-
late in a vein of thought which during the past two years
must have often come in common to the minds of many of
my colleagues as to the cause of the frequency of the call
of death to this Chamber? Surely the reason is to be
found in some other explanation than to ascribe it to the
normal rate of mortality among men, for, if I mistake not,
our death rate has been excessively high, measured by
such a standard; nor may it be explained that it merely
happens to be abnormal and beyond the usual average,
because the death rate in the preceding Congresses also
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seems to be very high. Neither can we find a satisfactory-
cause if we would attribute it to the age of those who have
departed; for, again, measured by mere years, the aver-
age certainly has not exceeded that period in life which
we assign to middle age.
It is my own belief, and I say it to the credit of my co-
workers in Congress, that their fidelity and attention to
duty — that they might in the fullest measure possible dis-
charge the obligations of their office — in no small degree
have contriijuted to the untimely taking off of many of
those who have passed over the river. While this may
not be the popular notion, nor comport with the common
conception of the work performed by the average Con-
gressman, yet I believe it is undeniably true that in a large
majority of cases he devotes more hours of work and
gives more conscientious concern to the faithful discharge
of his duties than he ever gave to his private affairs.
During the time of my service in the House of Repre-
sentatives I have personally known of not a few instances
in which Members, after most arduous work in the prepa-
ration of some important measure and their participation
upon this floor in its discussion, have become so weak-
ened by their labors that death soon after found in their
exhausted condition but a feeble resistance.
While these observations, from the very nature of the
case, can not refer to the taking off of the one for whom
Ohio's delegation especially mourns to-day, as death
came by accident, yet I am confirmed in my belief that
they explain to no small extent the reasons for its fre-
quent visitation to our membership. Of the seven whose
deaths we come to mourn to-day, Carl Anderson, of Ohio,
was the youngest, having been elected as a Member of
this House at an unusually early age. He brought with
him all the zeal and vigor of action which belong to
early manhood, and in his achievements, in so far, at
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least, as representing the demands of his constituents is
concerned, he was successful. He early won the friend-
ship not only of his colleagues from his own State but
that of a continually widening circle of acquaintances.
Speaking for myself, he was not only my friend but I was
his friend. His willingness to do me a favor in the ad-
vancement of any measure which I had before his com-
mittee was spontaneous and generous to a degree. I
think I but voice the sentiment of the other members of
my delegation when I say that they all had a similar
experience in their intercourse with Carl Anderson.
I suppose that if any one particular field of legislation
could be recalled in which he was most active we would
all agree that it was in the work of securing better
recognition for the old soldiers, not only of his own dis-
trict but throughout the country. Representing as I do
an adjoining district to the one which he so faithfully
represented, there is naturally a community of interests
between the splendid citizens who make up both con-
stituencies. Made up of a harmonious blending of the
early New England settlers, the so-called Pennsylvania
Dutch, and that sturdy stock of German immigrants which
came over in the earlier days of the State's history, their
interests are homogenous in character. With a varied
industrial development on no mean scale, an important
commercial status, their rich agricultural resources, and
their fine institutions of learning, they form a constitu-
ency which any man might feel proud to represent.
I know from personal knowledge that Carl Anderson's
efforts in behalf of the old soldiers of his district were
appreciated beyond measure. Just outside of the city
limits of Sandusky, which is the capital city of Erie
County, adjoining my district on the west, is located a
soldiers' and sailors' home, which, in its management and
treatment of the old soldiers of the State, has always been
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Address of Mr. Sharp, of Ohio
held in the highest esteem. By those living in the home
he was held as their especial champion, while the citizens
at large, regardless of their party affiliations, showed to
him a most loyal devotion.
In conversation with him at different times I came
more and more to appreciate not only his capacity for
work but his directness in putting such work into most
effective execution. While his early training and en-
vironment deprived him of advantages in an educational
way — a handicap which I am led to believe he appreci-
ated in later years, though rather proud than otherwise of
his humble start in life — yet his active abilities, backed by
an indomitable ambition to succeed, made him a valuable
Member in a most practical way.
It was indeed this ambition to do things and the high
tension under which he constantly worked that brought
him to a physical condition not, I think, generally known
to many of his friends. It was within the closing days
of the last session of Congress and during the last con-
versation that 1 now recall having had with him that he
confided to me the fact that, though a young man in
years, he had a heart so weakened as to be able to scarcely
do the work of a man twice his years. I know he was
forced to a most abstemious manner of living, and by
careful training he was endeavoring to conserve in the
best manner possible his strength for the work he had
to do. Of one whose life work brings to our minds such
a conception of sincere purpose and fidelity to duty we
must be warranted in believing that the same high ideals
controlled him in his domestic life, and so those who
knew him best found it to be. In more than one con-
versation with him he expressed his love of home and
family, and I am sure that not one of his colaborers in
Congress has spent more happy hours in the bosom of
his family than Carl Anderson.
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So much in sincere praise must I say of one whom I
knew as a friend. Sleeping in that eternal slumber of
death which knows no awakening in this mortal world,
beneath the shade of the giant oaks and elms of the beau-
tiful cemetery, just outside of the city of Fremont, lie
the earthly remains of Carl Anderson. On the afternoon
of an autumnal day, first at his home in Fostoria and
then a few hours later at the cemetery of the town of
his early adoption, a great concourse of mourners gath-
ered to witness and join in the last sad rites of burial.
If the hearty good will and kindly feeling given to him
during the scenes of his triumph in his business and po-
litical careers attested the appreciation of his work,
surely in his hour of death the mute testimony of the
regard of this great outpouring of his friends from every
walk of life — the little children, the business men, the
working men, and last, the objects of his sincerest regard
and affection, the old soldiers — showed the unmistakable
love and esteem in which he had been held by his neigh-
bors. May the faithful widowed mother and her little
children be comforted in their irreparable loss.
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Proceedings in the House
Mr. GoEKE. Mr. Speaker, I ask unanimous consent that
Members desiring to speak on the life, character, and
public services of the late Carl C. Anderson be given
five legislative days in which to extend their remarks in
the Record.
The Speaker. The gentleman from Ohio asks unani-
mous consent that Members desiring to speak on the life,
character, and public services of the late Carl Anderson
have five legislative days in which to print their remarks
in the Record. Is there objection? [After a pause.]
The Chair hears none.
Mr. Finley resumed the chair as Speaker pro tempore.
adjournment
The Speaker pro tempore. In accordance with the reso-
lution previously adopted, the Chair declares the House
adjourned until 10.30 o'clock to-morrow morning.
Accordingly (at 8 o'clock and 28 minutes p. m.) the
House adjourned until to-morrow, Monday, February 24,
1913, at 10.30 o'clock a. m.
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Proceedings in the Senate
Thursday, December 5, 1912.
A message from the House of Representatives, by J. C.
South, its Chief Clerk, communicated to the Senate the
intelligence of the death of Hon. Carl Carey Anderson,
late a Representative from the State of Ohio, and trans-
mitted resolutions of the House thereon.
Mr. Pomerene. Mr. President, I ask that the resolutions
of the House on the death of my late colleague in that
body be laid before the Senate.
The President pro tempore. The Chair lays before the
Senate resolutions of the House of Representatives, which
will be read.
The Secretary read the resolutions, as follows:
In the House of Representatives,
December 2. 1912.
House resolution 713
Resolved, That the House has heard with profound sorrow of
the death of the Hon. Carl Carey Anderson, a Representative
from the State of Ohio.
Resolved, That the Clerk communicate these resolutions to the
Senate and transmit a copy thereof to the family of the deceased.
Mr. Pomerene. Mr. President, I offer the following reso-
lution and ask for its adoption.
The President pro tempore. The resolution will be
read.
The resolution was read, considered by unanimous con-
sent, and unanimously agreed to, as follows :
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Senate resolution 403
Resolved, That the Senate has heard with deep sensibility the
announcement of the death of the Hon. Carl Carey Anderson,
late a Representative from the State of Ohio.
Mr. Root. Mr. President, I offer the following resolu-
tion, which I send to the desk, and ask for its present
consideration.
The President pro tempore. The Senator from New
York offers a resolution, which will be read.
The resolution was read, considered by unanimous con-
sent, and unanimously agreed to, as follows:
Resolved, That as a further mark of respect to the memory of
those Representatives (Hon. Carl Carey Anderson, of Ohio; Hon.
Richard E. Connell, of New York; and Hon. George H. Utter, of
Rhode Island) whose deaths have been announced the Senate do
now adjourn.
Thereupon (at 6 o'clock and 5 minutes p. m.) the Senate
adjourned until to-morrow, Friday, December 6, 1912, at
12 o'clock m.
Monday, February 2h, 1913.
A message from the House of Representatives, by J. C.
South, its Chief Clerk, transmitted to the Senate resolu-
tions of the House of Representatives on the life and
public services of Hon. Carl C. Anderson, late a Repre-
sentative from the State of Ohio.
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