acter, and of the far-reaching effects of his life, that I am going to approach the subject today in a different manner. I was thinking of the thoughts that must come to the Speaker as he daily presides over this body of men of whom he is so proud and in whom he is so tremendously interested, as he has told us on many occasions. It must strike him from time to time, as he looks over this group, to wonder which one will the Angel of Death take next from our midst. How many of you would ever have thought, just a few weeks ago, that the strong FRANK BUCHANAN, in the prime of his manhood, with all of his ability, with his apparent fine health and strength, would be the next to leave this body? How many of you hear the call and remember the phrase, "I will come like a thief in the night"? We remember the eternal reward of the good thief hanging on Calvary for a word of sympathy for the dying Christ. "This day thou shalt be with Me in Paradise," was the divine answer to a humble act of charity. When we compare that life with the life of our colleague, closed now, and think of his devotion to the little people of the country, that we heard ever and ever in his remarks on this floor, what a welcome he must have had at his Father's home.

For the spending of one's self for another is the most perfect type of charity, and that was the life of FRANK BUCHANAN.

For us, it might be well to remember those words of the song that once it was my privilege to sing in this room:

Father, be near when my feet are slipping o'er the brink,
For it may be I am nearer home, nearer now than I think.
Mr. Speaker, I yield to the gentle-

Mr. EBERHARTER.

man from Arizona [Mr. Murdock].

Mr. MURDOCK. Mr. Speaker, I remember distinctly the first day I saw FRANK BUCHANAN in this Chamber. For some reason, something said concerning Daniel Webster came to my mind. The story is told that when Daniel Webster one

day walked along a street, perhaps in this city, passing some workmen, the workmen instinctively turned and looked after him, and one of them remarked, “Surely no man can be as great as he looks."

That saying came to mind when I first saw FRANK BUCHANAN in this Chamber. I said to myself, “Can he be as distinguished as he looks?" Although still a young man, he wore that crown of gray hair with honor and a look of distinction.

I was not favored in knowing him so intimately as some who have preceded me today, not being on any committee with him nor working intimately with him, but I watched his conduct here on the floor. He never rose to speak at his desk nor did he take the well of this House without having something worth while to say, and he said it in a forceful and distinguished way.

I was impressed with what his colleague from his home town in Pennsylvania said a moment ago, and it comes pretty close to me. He said that just a few days ago he talked with one of FRANK BUCHANAN's former students. "He was a great teacher," the former student said.

If I on leaving these Halls can have my former students say of me that I kept the trust, the faith that they had in me, as this former student of FRANK BUCHANAN'S said of him, I shall be satisfied.

Mr. Speaker, we have lost a great man, and I mourn his untimely passing.

Mr. EBERHARTER. Mr. Speaker, I yield to the gentleman from Tennessee [Mr. Sutton].

Mr. SUTTON. Mr. Speaker, it was with a sense of profound shock and sorrow that I heard of the passing of my good friend and colleague, FRANK BUCHANAN. When I came to Washington as a freshman Congressman "BUCK,” as he was most affectionately known, was one of the first persons I met. One of the most valuable things which I shall cherish from my tenure here in Washington is my association with

BUCK BUCHANAN. I wish words would permit me to express my feelings in the loss of my personal friend. But as it has been so well said, “Love is something so divine that description would but make it less. It is what you see and what you feel, but cannot express." Mr. Speaker, those are my sentiments at this time. I lost a true and tried personal friend, a God-fearing, God-loving American citizen. I join with my colleagues in extending my deepest sympathy to his family and loved ones.

Mr. EBERHARTER. Mr. Speaker, I yield to the gentleman from Georgia [Mr. Lanham].

Mr. LANHAM. Mr. Speaker, I too was shocked and grieved to learn of the death of our colleague, FRANK BUCHANAN. AS a member of the House Select Committee on Lobbying of which Mr. BUCHANAN was the distinguished chairman, I came to know him as I never would otherwise have known him and knowing him better I came to respect, admire, and love him.

He was a fair and impartial presiding officer and, while not a lawyer himself, he did have the judicial temperament and was able to guide the committee in its consideration of the important problems facing it with fairness, efficiency, and dispatch.

As chairman of the Select Committee on Lobbying it fell to his part to supervise and direct the work of the staff. This involved a vast amount of work on his part and I have no doubt this service of his far beyond the call of duty was one of the things that weakened him so that disease struck him swiftly and fatally. He died a victim of his zeal and determination to acquaint the people of America with the stupendous amounts being spent by big business, by labor, and by other pressure groups seeking to influence legislation. His peculiar contribution to the thinking on this subject was his recognition of and emphasis upon the fact that lobbyists and lobbying tactics are changing and that now

the lobbyists are more and more turning to the field of indirect lobbying by which I mean that they are seeking to influence legislation by molding public opinion at the grass roots by propaganda that is often biased and one-sided and slanted so as to seek to identify the welfare of the country with the selfish interests of the particular group or groups they represent. He hammered this home in his questioning of witnesses and in the committee's reports on the result of its studies.

He was deeply hurt by the smear tactics of such cattle as Westbrook Pegler, Dr. Edward A. Rumely, recently convicted of contempt of Congress for his failure to supply information requested by the committee, and William A. Patterson, the Negro Communist. He resented their attacks upon the integrity of the committee, and I have no doubt but that the misrepresentation and vilification to which he was subjected contributed to his untimely death. But he refused to be frightened or turned from his course by the tactics of his critics. He kept his courageous course to the end and with St. Paul he could well say, "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, and I kept the faith."

IN FRANK BUCHANAN's passing, the State and the Nation have lost an able and conscientious servant and his family a loving husband and father. My sincerest sympathy goes out to his charming wife and his lovely daughters. They may well be proud of the heritage left them by their husband and father.

Mr. EBERHARTER. Mr. Speaker, I ask unanimous consent that all Members may extend their remarks at this point, and have five legislative days to extend their remarks in the Record on the life and services of the late FRANK BUCHANAN.

The SPEAKER. Is there objection to the request of the gentleman from Pennsylvania?

There was no objection.

Mr. BRYSON.

Mr. Speaker, along with so many of my colleagues, I desire to pay a humble word of respect to the memory of our late colleague, FRANK BUCHANAN. This distinguished gentleman joined our ranks in a special election, and since we came from different parts of the country, I had no reason to know him intimately until the election of 1948. During the fall of 1948, I was designated by the chairman of our National Democratic Party to speak in several parts of the country. One of many assignments was in Pennsylvania at McKeesport, which in reality is a part of the great industrial city of Pittsburgh. Upon leaving my home in the deep South, I recall how bright and sunny the day was. Later, as we landed in McKeesport, I was impressed with the cloudy, smoky, muggy weather. Congressman BUCHANAN met me at the airport, and soon we were in his attractive home. Upon meeting his beautiful wife and his intelligent, sweet, twin daughters, the clouds outside soon disappeared.

Spending the evening hours with the Buchanans, I was impressed by the dignity and respect of this ideal home. In this day of increasing disrespect for parental influence and lack of regard for marital bonds, it is inspiring to know of homes like that of the Buchanans.

After a pleasant evening meal, we went along to the political meeting and I was not surprised to observe the high respect in which this hard-working, capable, devoted public servant was held by his fellows. FRANK BUCHANAN, as he was affectionately known by his countless friends, in addition to being capable, was so devoted to his work until he thought little of his health or his personal comforts. In his early days here, he was one of the most impressive figures among us. His well-developed physique, emphasized by his broad, manly shoulders, with his premature gray hairs, was always distinguishable. Only in recent months could those of us who were with him daily recognize that all was not well. In spite of his failing health, we were unwilling and unready