524 TWENTY-THIRD ANNUAL YEAR BOOK— PART VII 



Receiving these odoriferous bouquets from both camps made life quite 

 exciting. 



After the attack from my friend, Mr. Thorn, my first impulse was to 

 reply in a bitter, vitriolic, sarcastic vein. The letter was prepared to 

 send, but on reflection I decided the wiser course was to ignore person- 

 alities and to discuss the real issues at stake. And we won the case, 

 the biggest victory that we have ever had. 



After the attack from my friend Brookhart, my first impulse again 

 was to drag him through the mud and lambast him, brand him as a fool 

 and a liar, but I refrained from so doing. 



Tonight I desire to state that I believe Senator Brookhart is perform- 

 ing a service of value to the people of the state and nation. Of course, 

 the statements he made concerning your speaker of tonight were not 

 true, and I hope to live to see the day when he will recognize that fact. 

 In the meantime, however, whether he does this or not, I shall not hesi- 

 tate to give him any assistance I can on any matter where he desires it 

 and where I believe that he is right; and wherever I believe he is wrong 

 I shall not hesitate to so declare. If I did not take this stand, I would 

 not be entitled to your confidence or to his, and I could not command my 

 own self-respect. These great issues of public policy are vastly more im- 

 portant than my success or failure, than the success or failure of this 

 man or that one. 



In closing, I want to read once more, and for the last time, some 

 words from Kipling which I read to you many years ago, and which seem 

 very appropriate upon this occasion of my last appearance with you as 

 your counsel: 



If you can keep your head when all about you 



Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; 

 If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 



But make allowance for their doubting, too; 

 If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 



Or being lied about, don't deal in lies; 

 Or being hated, don't give away to hating, 



And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; 



If you can dream — and not make dreams your master; 



If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim, 

 If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, 



And treat those two impostors just the same; 

 If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken 



Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools: 

 Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, 



And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools; 



If you can make one heap of all your winnings 



And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 

 And lose, and start again at your beginnings, 



And never breathe a word about your loss; 

 If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 



