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many successful health campaigns brought countless benefits in human welfare. One of his campaigns, for example, resulted in doubling the consumption of milk by the people of New York.
In his rapid rise to eminence in public affairs the Nation soon shared with the State of New York in the fruits of his accomplishments. Four years after his appointment as health commissioner ROYAL S. COPELAND had won election to this body and entered upon a long and distinguished career on the stage of national affairs.
This body has never had a more conscientious, courageous, and capable Member. Whatever cause he espoused during his 16 years of service, he sustained with a sincerity of purpose and breadth of knowledge which commanded respect and admiration knowing no partisan bounds. The development of civil aeronautics and of the American merchant fleet were close to his heart, and to these tasks he devoted untold hours of unflagging labor to his dying day.
His profession naturally led him to take a special interest in the improvement of pure food and drug laws. Two days before his death he succeeded in obtaining their enactment after a 5-year fight, thus accomplishing what he himself considered his greatest senatorial victory.
In addition to these strenuous legislative labors, he continued to the end his writings in the daily press. No one can ever know the countless lives eased or saved through this medium. But if the warmth and affection with which he was regarded throughout the length and breadth of the Nation may be taken as a criterion, many an humble citizen acknowledged an indebtedness to Dr. COPELAND for professional counsel, in terms of health and happiness, which can never be repaid.
Because of what he saw through his medical eyes, and because he rightly and generously assumed responsibility for the physical well-being of every Member of this body, my colleague frequently cautioned against the dangers of overwork during the hectic periods of a congressional session. On the sad day following the death of our late leader, the beloved Senator Joseph T. Robinson, Dr. COPELAND expressed the fervent hope that "out of this disaster may come a warning which will fend off other disasters."
But, ever the devoted public servant, he labored indefatigably in the face of his own warnings, and became a knowing martyr in the public cause. Two days before his death he left his sickbed to participate in nine separate and arduous conferences between Senate and House conferees relating to important and necessary legislation. Beyond a doubt his untimely death was brought on by these exhausting labors for the public weal.
As truly as the slain soldier deserves the homage of the Nation, the unselfish service of ROYAL S. COPELAND has earned him the everlasting gratitude of the American people and a permanent place high on the roll of those who gave to their country “the last full measure of devotion."
Address by Senator Handenberg
Mr. VANDENBERG. Mr. President, it is with a sense of keenest personal loss, to say nothing of the loss to the common weal, that I rise to add my humble words to the flowers of affection that are brought this reminiscent afternoon to the Senate of the United States in memory of a great citizen, & great patriot, a great humanitarian, a great statesman, and a great friend.
Senator COPELAND came originally from my home State of Michigan, and he deeply loved the roots of his nativity. It was ever his State, and he was ever its third Senator. Indeed, he is part of our proudest Michigan tradition, even as he sprang from our blood and soil. Here he was born near little village on the rugged countryside, which became a part of him. Here he labored in his youth and early maturity. Here he commenced the practice of medicine, in which he was to rise to the heights of a profession which ever remained his first love and in which he became the trusted confidant of thousands. Here he began his collegiate activities, at his beloved University of Michigan, which will ever honor him as one of its most distinguished sons. Here he first entered pub life. He was the mayor of Ann Arbor when I was on the university campus much more than 30 years ago. From that hour until the moment of his untimely death we were firm friends. I knew him in the intimacies of those close contacts which are reserved by each of us for but a few. I knew him in the sweetness of his home relationships. I knew him later as a great Senator. But I knew him first and always as a man. Nothing finer ever lived. He was as rugged in the loyalties of his character as he was gentle in his consideration for others. He was as kindly as he was brave. He never deserted the faith that was in him. He lived and died a Christian patriot.
Michigan gave the world a great soul when ROYAL S. COPELAND was born. Michigan loaned him to the State of New York in the flower of his young manhood, and New York gave him to the Nation. You may follow his career from its humble beginnings on a Michigan farmstead to his thrice commissioned senatorship from the largest and richest State in the Union, and every inch of the way you will find a trail of honor, industry, service, friendliness, and achievement. It is needless for me to remind the Senate or the country of the brilliant part he played for many years in the legislative life of the Republic. He displayed an amazing versatility of interest. He completely mastered any subject to which he put his splendid mind. Indeed, the final entries on his Senate record tell this tale more eloquently than words. As the able senior Senator from New York has indicated, in the hard, hot days preceding the last congressional adjournment he was chairman simultaneously of nine different conference committees, representing House and Senate, charged with the responsibility of composing differences in respect to important legislation. It was an inhuman burden to put upon any man. But he who repeatedly warned the rest of us to take care and watch out lest we tax ourselves beyond endurance, he uncomplainingly taxed himself beyond endurance, and 24 hours after the curtain fell upon the Congress it fell upon his mortal career.
A notable patriotic organization in New York proposed for him this epitaph: “He died at work.” Indeed he did. But I would add one illuminating phrase: "He died, as he had lived, at work for his fellow men."
I never knew any practical legislative proposal to lack his vigorous support if it sought to serve the welfare of the unfortunate, the lowly, or the underprivileged. He believed in social justice; and he practiced what he preached. I never knew any assault upon what he believed to be the integrity of constitutional government that did not find him in the flaming armor of a crusading knight for the preservation of our free institutions. More than once I saw him under acid test, but I never knew him to desert a principle when once an issue came to grips with what he believed to be the destiny of constitutional democracy. In such circumstances he was always first to accept the challenge; and, having enlisted in a cause, he never knew the meaning of truce or of surrender.
Others have spoken and will speak this day of the details of his vivid record. I did so on my own account in the opening hours of this session. But none of us can add anything to what he has written for himself in the devoted respect and the long, lingering affections of his fellow countrymen. I can say only that I miss him-deeply miss himeach day that I look for him in vain across yonder aisle, where I now see the red carnation for the last time. He was so virile, so dynamic, that one thought of him as always living on and on. But inevitably the great accounting comes for all of us. Fortunate, indeed, are we if we may approach the judgment seat with so complete and so deserved an assurance of the eternal benediction which must have greeted him with the finality of all rewards:
Well done, thou good and faithful servant; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.