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Thomas Martin Brown, October 14, 1878, January 22, 1920 400dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Kentucky, Electronic Information Access & Management Center Lexington, Kentucky 2002 b92-63-27078611 Electronic reproduction. 2002. (Beyond the shelf, serving historic Kentuckiana through virtual access (IMLS LG-03-02-0012-02) ; These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Thomas Martin Brown, October 14, 1878, January 22, 1920 Privately printed, Louisville, Ky. : 1920. 42 p.,  leaf of plates : ill. ; 21 cm. Coleman Microfilm. Atlanta, Ga. : SOLINET, 1992. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm. (SOLINET/ASERL Cooperative Microfilming Project (NEH PS-20317) ; SOL MN02787.03 KUK) Printing Master B92-63. IMLS This electronic text file was created by Optical Character Recognition (OCR). No corrections have been made to the OCR-ed text and no editing has been done to the content of the original document. Encoding has been done through an automated process using the recommendations for Level 1 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. Digital page images are linked to the text file. Brown, Thomas Martin, 1878-1920. THOMAS MARTIN BROWN Thomas Martin Brown October 14, 1878 January 22, 1920 Privately Printed Louisville, Kentucky 1920 This page in the original text is blank. To "Game" and his Mother and Sister As a Surcease to Us And in the Hope That it Will Help to Soothe Their Sorrow, too, This Little Booklet is Affectionately Dedicated by C. I. HITCHCOCK DUNLAP WAKEFPIL) CYRIL A. SCHAEFER JOHN WILLIAM GRAHAM CHARLES BARNABY NATHAN GRAHAM This page in the original text is blank. A Word IT is intended that this little book shall be a tribute to our dear "old" friend Mart Brown, rather than a mem- orial as such, though we know he will live long in the memory of all with whom he came in contact. Indeed, what we have tried to make is a volume that his friends will keep under their night lights and review time and again. Mart had a capaeity for friendship amounting to genius and it has been an inspiration to review the beautiful trib- utes that have been paid to his memory by affectionate friends and business associates. It has not been possible to incorporate even the major part of the hundreds of mes- sages that reached those near and dear who were left to mourn but the attempt has been made to translate their composite sentiment into words-a difficult though loving task. We feel that the world is better for Mart Brown having lived in it and in publishing this tribute we earnestly hope that we have been able to communicate to others some part of the wonderful inspiration he has been to us. This page in the original text is blank. Captions of Text Matter "My" Mart Brown . Genius For Friendship. As a Business Mtan. In Madison's Valley. A Few Public Tributes Pages .......... .11 .......... .21 .......... .29 ......... 37 .......... .39 Illuminating The Text Pages Thomas Martin Brown ...................... Frontispiece From Mother to Mother ............ ................. 19 One July Fourth at Black Bridge .................... 27 By Which Rolls the Beautiful Ohio ................... 35 This page in the original text is blank. "My" Mart Brown THERE were no dark places in Mart Brown's life. He craved brightness, light, cheerfulness and when, by some act of thoughtfulness, he could bring the reflection of an inward joy to the countenance of even a casual acquaintance, to say nothing of a friend, it gave him particular pleasure. For Mart Brown always gave more than he received. It is difficult to write of him without seeming to show a sentimentalism that he thoroughly disliked. We often talked of Friendship, Loyalty and Helpfulness on little rides together-just we two-and I feel that on these subjects I knew him better than others. The little book I wrote several years ago about a friend- who, praises be, is still living-was often his theme when the subject of Friendship was uppermost. Mart always felt that it sounded the clear note. "What I like most about it," he said more than once, "is the shining friendship that makes itself felt without any mawkishness about it. I like to reread it often; it gives me new courage at times." For all his success and his independence Mart, too, had his gray days just as we all have them. Only during those periods-which, strangely enough, grew less and less frequent in late years-he withdrew even more deeply into a natural reserve. When the Blue Demons are dominant, most of us hunt for com- panionship, but Mart would say he was not "fit com- pany for man or beast" and became less responsive. Of course he was depreciating himself; that was a Page Eleven way he had of doing. If he had a big fault it was that selfsame self-depreciation-half deprecatory; half apologetic. He apologized if he called without a special invitation; or, if enjoying himself, he stayed longer than he felt he should! Just as though we, with others of his real friends, were not ready, al- ways, to fight for moments of his time! But if there was some little service he could perform-anything- all was again rosy and Mart was back into the thick of the enjoyment. That which he did for others so constantly, was always unostentatious and done so casually that it had no flavor of favor and would only impress the truly thoughtful. They, indeed, will al- ways hold a memory of him enshrined in some niche with mother and father, or sister and brother who, too, have joined that vast majority of the Silent Ones. Those little automobile trips with Mart! I shall always cherish the recollection of them. We drove away "out South" one hot Saturday afternoon and discovered growing head lettuce! I told him of a black walnut rail fence made from wreckage caused by the cyclone of thirty years ago and he was not satisfied until he had seen it and his pocket knife had revealed the proof. Then, too, there was the never- to-be-forgotten Sunday ride to Madison. We started out just for an airing and finally decided to call ou one of his father's old time employes in La Grange- he was punctilious about such things. Then Madison was suggested and we journeyed like pioneers, neither of us knowing the road and losing our way and find- ing it time and again. Mart waxed enthusiastic. Madison was the best place; Madison had the best Page Twelve people; the view from Madison was the best; one could get the best candy in Madison! We visited all the "old-timers," not the successes as the world holds them, but the happy families of home folks who were his especial delight. "They are the real people," he said, "and get more genuine happiness out of life in a day than we do in a year." Mart was at his best and the incidents he told were legion: incidents of boyhood days, of youthful pranks, of Madison "char- acters," of the old home with the church beside it where the door was always open and he was either going in to or coming out from "sociables," his arms loaded with dishes; of Hanover College on the high Indiana hills West of Madison where he grad- uated. The "boys" we visited gave us sandwiches to eat on the trip home down the Indiana shore and in the dark we pulled up by the roadside to regale our- selves. Both set our teeth at the same time ! Both exclaimed together! Those sandwiches were made of half chickens between slices of bread and together with those first bites and laughter we nearly broke our jaws! Unless it was last New Year's day, when for an hour or more without a pause he reeled off the drollest and wittiest sayings while a dozen of us were weak with laughter and he not cracking even the ghost of a smile, I never knew Mart in a happier mood than on that, my first trip to Madison. I'm not writing of Mart Brown with the thought that it will give a wide audience any deep insight into his character, but rather because of a mournful satis- faction in recording my impressions of his measure as a real man and a real friend. There was no half Page Thirteen way house to Mart Brown's affection. You were ac- cepted into his innermost heart and it was your home always where you were as welcome as the springtime itself-or you were only an acquaintance. He was quiet, modest and reserved and one really had to seek him. Yes, he was too quiet, too modest and too re- served to be widely popular. He had no social aspira- tions whatever, though business successes and per- sonal charm would have admitted him to any circle. What he wanted was friends-every day, true friends -and "you can't seek them," he once said. "They just come or they don't come !" So it was that Mart's friends were among those who trod the simple paths and kept step on the treadmill of the day's work. What we all particularly admired in Mart Brown, and I can speak for a wide circle of those who shared my feelings, was his complete devotion to his brother "Game"-a devotion as completely returned-and an unusual consideration of his mother. The latter quality indeed was so ingrained as almost to pass un- noticed but the occasion was rare indeed that pre- vented a periodical visit to Indianapolis and a tele- phone chat every morning with her who was always his first consideration. Whatever else there was to do was always secondary. Frequently we, who had been admitted to the inner circle, could not but comment upon the cooperation of the "Brothers Inseparable" so complete as almost to make it uncanny. And what might be said of one could be said of the other, too. Such devotion even between brothers closely allied in business and living together as bachelors, is so rare as clearly to be marked as an exception well worth Page Fourteen recording. If they had differences no one knew of them. I have mentioned how fond Mart was of Madison and Madison home folks. He was always declining some invitation or other because certain "Madison folks were in town" and he wanted to show them some attention. Just because he was successful he didn't wish them to feel he was "stuck up"-and he wasn't. He had certain intuitions that were like those attributed to women, and fine instincts for nice things. Though living a bachelor life his home was in the best of taste, and the dinners he gave showed fine discrimination and were always "just so" affairs. Though not widely read in the sense of being a stu- dent, he was unusually well informed on the causes and effects of current day affairs and we who knew how fully occupied he was, often wondered where he found the moments to do it all. Because his nature was kindly, and his loyalty was a predominant factor, his benefactions were many but he was of the type that never permitted his left hand to know what his right hand did. So those real helpful and downright charitable acts I came to know about must not be paraded now that he has moved on into another sphere. He was fond of children and to a coterie of childless modern married women friends once made a proposal. "You are not fulfilling the mission for which the Creator intended you," he said. "If it is the expense, as you say, I promise you now an education for every child you will bring into the world !" It was said in a tone of badinage of course, but he meant it-every word. Page Fifteen Mart Brown was full of life-one of those well rounded men who found relief from close application to business in the good healthy battles among men. He was fond of wrestling and boxing and rarely missed a worth-while contest. Baseball however was his most enjoyed diversion and he would make great sacrifices rather than miss a World's Series. He knew the record of every player of note, and never was ab- sent from his particular corner of his particular box over first base when the home team was playing in Louisville. Once he was ambitious to own the Louis- ville franchise but was glad afterward that his offer had not been accepted because bigger things came to occupy his mind, such as the development at Broad- way and Fourth where "The Inseparables" had ac- quired property. He gave liberally to every worthy civic improvement and no deserving one left the un- pretentious business office of the Brown boys empty handed. There was only one stipulation ever: "No publicity !" Of the lumber business I know nothing, it may be said with perfect frankness, except as to the at- mosphere surrounding Mart Brown. It was his great occupation; his constant thought. Sometimes the problems to be met were so big and so important that he took the pains to explain them and their effect and I could but be interested in the wide range of thought that brought about certain conclusions. His position in the counsels of hardwood contemporaries was as- sured and they, who knew of his capabilities better far than I, have told me of their great admiration for his ability, for his keenness of perception and for the Page Sixteen fighting qualities that gained their respect and won their cooperation. For they tell me, too, that he al- most single handed, advanced and had adopted one idea or one rule, or whatever it was, that saved the hardwood lumber people from themselves! I do not pretend to understand just what it was all about; I only know that it is so and that the business will owe Mart Brown its best and highest thought for many years to come. When the shocking news came that Mart Brown had passed on in Chicago and almost alone, it caused a momentary mental paralysis, almost impos- sible of understanding, to that group of friends of which I had the honor of being one. But a few days before he had left in happy spirits for a trip to New York to meet "Sis" as he affectionately termed his sister. From there he had gone on to Chicago for a conference with his brother, and had remained over for another day for a lumber meeting, intending to follow "Game" to Louisville the next night. He had been feeling badly in New York but no one thought it serious. That is almost all of the story. The physicians who were called, and who did their poor best, of course, pronounced it cerebral hemorrhage but we who knew that Mart had long suffered from a stomach disorder believe that the end came from something more deeply seated than even he realized. And we who would have shared with him our all, anytime, are now steeped in regrets that we did not insist upon his consulting specialists. What vain regrets! His own Madison is his last earthly resting place-elsewhere would have been a sacrilege-with Page Seventeen the mound yet covered with the flowers he loved; flowers strewn by friendly hands from North, East, South and West. I never attended services more simple or less ostentatious. They were in the "church next door" to the old home that he talked so much about. I could not but recall then my other visit there with Mart, and the joyousness it held, and how he had radiated life and happiness. There were two points in the service I shall always remember: the simple introductory words of the minister who of- ficiated saying that ever since he had lived in Madi- son he had "heard of Mart Brown" and always wanted to know him and the hymn "Lead Thou Me On" repeated as a prayer by the "minister cousin" of whom Mart often spoke with so much pride. A hun- dred friends from Louisville had gone there to pay their last tribute to him, and even the railway people showed unusual respect by "taking down," from the high hills into the valley where Madison lies, and by which ever rolls the beautiful Ohio, the first Pullman car in fifteen years or more. From the "church next door" we wended our way to the Place where father and brothers lay-not a cold tomb but a bed of flow- ers. I, a brother in affection and association, could think of only this short homely benediction as I offered a twig of acacia to the evergreen memory of my friend: "Goodbye, Mart Brown. We will miss you." C.I. H. Louisville, Ky., February 4,1920. Page Eighteen A Mother is a Mother still, The holiest thing alive. -Coleridge. From Mother to Mother APIA_ 4, 17;ow r,_ d ke a, This page in the original text is blank. Genius for Friendship God, who made me such as I am, who put me in this tumultuous and complicated scene, and who day by day, in fortune or calamity, leads me through a variety of deeds to the complete possession of my own soul and body, help me, 0 God, and spare me, that I may be neither broken in body nor soured in mind, but issue from these tribulations cheerful, serv- iceable and unambitious, as befits a human man among men.-From recently discovered and hitherto unpublished letter of Robert Louis Steveneon. AS BEFITS a human man among men" offers in its way the keynote of the relations of Mart Brown with those who were privileged to have his acquaintance and friendship. It is not too much to say that he possessed a positive genius for friendship. The evidence to this effect is remark- able in many respects. It is a time honored rule from the ancients that "nothing but good should be said of the dead" but it is to be questioned whether there is a living man or woman who would have even the inclination to say anything but good in the case of Mart Brown. When the news of his sudden taking-off was flashed over the wires and communicated by letter and newspapers throughout the country it caused a dis- tinct shock and a very peculiar sense of personal be- reavement to men and women widely separated and occupying widely different stations in life. Those upon whom the duty and melancholy pleasure fell of Page Twenty-one rendering intimate service to Mart Brown's loved ones at the time of their bereavement were profoundly impressed with the character of the tributes to his memory which poured in by telegraph and through the mails. Even those who were most intimately as- sociated with him in life were astonished at the ex- tent and the character of the tributes of affection and respect paid to him. It was not at all as if he who had passed on were a modest private citizen but as if some man of high public prominence were concerned. The mere fact of fame in such instances results in a volume of expressions of condolence but in the nature of the case they are largely perfunctory. Here they were genuine and spontaneous expressions of real personal grief. This note was unmistakable even in those messages which came from purely business as- sociates and acquaintances who in the ordinary course of events would not be expected to form personal at- tachments. One is struck in reading over these letters which came to the members of his family to note the singular repetition of the phrase that "he was the best friend I ever had." When reflecting that assurances of this sort came from all sections of the country, from men and women, and from those of high and low degree, the essential democracy and fineness of Mart Brown's nature can be appreciated. One dear woman in writing struck a poignant note when she quoted her son as saying: "No one was held in higher esteem than Mart Brown and his going will take a great deal out of the lives of many people, high and low." The same note is heard in another letter which remarks Page Twenty-two that "his splendid life meant so much to all his friends." We read a message from the chief executive of a great American city: "He was always a friend of mine a real friend, a friend worth -having" and as a companion to this we have the same tribute from a woman of modest station who wrote from the heart that he was "true friend to me and mine so very many times had he come to my rescue and assistance in my troubles and misfortunes." A gentleman of large affairs in his grief could only say, "Dear old Mart," and this same affectionate use of "old" is found in the letter from a woman who out of heart declared that "no man was ever a truer friend or finer man than dear old Mart Brown." Strong men but rarely have the capacity for ex- pressing tenderness and in a measure shrink from declaring affection for a man, but so strong was the hold that Mart Brown had upon the hearts of men of this character that they lost their habit of reticence and spoke of him in unreserved terms. An example is found in the case of a high railroad official who declared that "in all my years I never knew a dearer, nor one whom I so loved as I loved and respected him." Possibly one of the most touching examples of the deep character of the friendships Mart Brown in- spired is found in a letter from far-off California. One reads this tribute: "He was such a royal pal with business associates" and then the letter abruptly stops. We turn the page and find that the man who was dictating this tribute was compelled to discon- tinue because, as his wife explained, "Mr. B. is too Page Twenty-three weak to dictate longer-he wants you to know that our physician at home and others here have pro- nounced his condition hopeless-it is unspeakably hard to write this but he has requested me to do so." Mart Brown was loved by many women who re- garded him as a fond and indulgent brother. One of these writes from a foreign country: "For many years Mart has been to me a wonderful friend-the friend one has but once in a lifetime and never a memory to mar the beauty of that friendship." Still another woman writes: "I have lost the real friend of a lifetime" and the sense of desolation which the news of his death created is indicated by still an- other who wrote: "There is just nothing, nothing, that I know how to say to you, for I loved Mart, too, and the pain and the loss I feel are the only things that I know" and still another writes: "He was so big in thought, deed and achievement and I know that truer devotion never existed than between the two of you" [the brothers]. All men upon some occasion cast their thoughts to the beyond and at some time recognize the validity of the conception that this life is but a brief span and a preparation for a life to come. When those who are dear to us pass on the thought comes that the manner of living this life will determine one's condition in the beyond. Measured by this conception Mart Brown's friends give wonderful testimony as to the fineness of his living. One gentleman expressed this when he remarked that "there is much solace in thinking of the remarkably productive life he led and the interests he showed so materially in others." Page Twenty-four He added that "it would be hard to measure in words the good he did for others." Here we have the echo of the greatest thought in the world for many cen- turies: "Even as ye do it unto the least of these, my brethren, ye do it unto me." A close relative with great feeling declared that "Mart surely made the most of his life." Still another woman friend also speaks sympathetically of the "great adventure" and exclaims of her dead friend: "And who wea more fitted " There is still a further phase of the friendships and affections which Mart Brown inspired. It was not only that he endeared himself to the companions of his lighter moments, and as well to men with whom he had business relations, but he made instant appeal to the hearts of good women whose sons were his familiars. Writing to Mart's mother one dear good woman said: "So fine, honorable and upright, so lovable, I was so glad for my son to have such a true friend with such characteristics" and she added with deep feeling: "Mrs. Brown, your son left a most beautiful memory-indeed it is a legacy to his friends." It has been said that the tributes to Mart Brown came from those of high and low degree. It is un- fortunately not given to all to be able to express in fitting terms what one feels but the brilliant chief executive of a great state most beautifully summar- ized Mart Brown's character in a letter of sympathy to his brother in which he said: "My heart is with you in your great grief, and I know that every friend who loved you and who loved Page Twenty-fi Mart thinks of you, sympathizes with you and hopes that some power will help you bear your great sor- row. "We all loved Mart because he loved every living thing and bound his friends to him by his kindness, thoughtfulness and devotion. There is so little at last that one can say in such an hour of affliction, but I know from my own experience that a word from a friend and the consciousness of their sympathy softens the blow, lessens the pain, and by bringing the sense of friendship to us, does much to lighten the blow which cannot be understood. There is one thought which always comes to me of my dead- that kindness, nobility, generosity and love never die; that somewhere they still exist, and I have always felt that the dead from the skies bles us, are round about us and are with us in our hours of joy and pain. So it is-and so it will be with you." Page Twenty-s8i . . . Children know, Instinctive taught, the friend and foe. -Scott. One Fourth of July at Black Bridge This page in the original text is blank. As Business Man Seest thou a man diligent in his business He shall stand before Kings. -Proverbs of Solomon, XXII, 29. I T IS NOT the purpose in this little book to pre- sent any detailed record of the life and business achievements of Thomas Martin Brown. What he accomplished is known to all men engaged in the great business to whose advancement he gave freely of his energy and great ability. Lumber business papers, in sympathetic personal tributes and expert estimates of his character and achievements, have given signal recognition of the elements of his career and his fine, constructive influence. Here it is only intended that some glimpses shall be given of the part he played in the great arena of business-an arena in which deeds are being done today which rival in daring, resourcefulness, fortitude and knight- ly generosity the storied records of romance and war. One need not be old to recall the day when the rule of caveat emnptor-"let the buyer beware"-pre- vailed in business. In those days sharp practice was excused on the plea that "Business is Business," the implication, of course, being that while the rules of honor and consideration for others might be regarded as valid in purely personal and social relations, such rules had no place in the marts of trade. It was a fallacious and infinitely mischievous assumption that one might be an honorable gentleman in one sphere Page Tweenty-nnhe of life and in another sphere be free from the obligations of courtesy and fair dealing. It was, therefore, not the least of Mart Brown's claims to the respect and affection of those who knew him that in his business relations he was in nowise different from the man he was in his private life. Indeed, his career completely refutes the rule that "Business is Business" if that phrase is interpreted to mean that it condones selfishness and unfair practices. He proved on the contrary that Business is Character. When Character is the essential basis, the qualities of courage, resourcefulness, far-sight and shrewdness have the opportunity for legitimate exercise. No re- sults, however imposing in extent, are enduring or constitute Success in any proper sense if they are secured at the expense of Character. It is to be doubted if Mart Brown ever formulated any code of business ethics or sought to evolve any philosophy of business practice. As if by instinct he knew, however, that in the complicated matter of life there are, so to speak, no leak-proof compartments in which the acts done in one bear no relation to the acts done in another. Thus it was he so conducted his business affairs as to number among his most devoted personal friends many men who in business were his competitors. That he should, with his brother-who at all times was as his other self-ob- serve the rules of courtesy, consideration and fair dealing and so richly improve the business heritage from his father, constituted e genuinely notable achievement in one of the great basic industries of American business. Page Thirty The merely biographical details of Mart Brown's life may be briefly outlined. Born October 14, 1878, at Madison, Indiana, to William Pool and Mary Graham Brown, he came of sturdy Scotch stock, his father being a native of Dumfries, Scotland, where he was born in 1841, and was brought to America in his infancy. The father made a widely known and honorable name for himself in the lumber business, operating extensively in Eastern Kentucky. He lived to realize the joy of seeing his sons grow to clean and vigorous manhood, ready and capable to carry on and expand the work his brain and hands had created. Thus in time the organization known as the W. P. Brown Sons Lumber Company came into being at Louisville, Ky., in 1902. The Brown boys conducted a wholesale business for ten years and in 1912 a daring policy of expansion was inaugurated. Large timber holdings were successively acquired in the Southern field until now the company is running eight hand mills at Fayette and Guin, Ala., Macon, Ga., and Brasfield, Allport and Furth, Arkansas. These operations brought the need for changes in organization. At first it was a co-partnership 4e- tween the father and his two sons and then, upon the father's death in 1914, a co-partnership between the estate and the sons. Later, in July of 1919, the business was incorporated for 500,000 with J. G. Brown as president and T. M. Brown as vice presi- dent and treasurer. This corporation now enjoys in the hardwood industry the distinction of being one of the few largest organizations of its kind in Amer- ica and is everywhere known for its enterprise. Page Thirty-one The standing of the firm and the prestige which Mart Brown enjoyed in the business is demonstrated by the part both firm and he individually played in the important associations within the trade. It is prob- ably true that he spent as much of his time and thought in the promotion of the interests of the busi- ness as a whole as he did to the firm to which his first allegiance was due. In this he was far-sighted be- cause he was wise enough to know that there is more real progress for an individual in advancing the in- terests of those similarly circumstanced than there is in a policy of selfish aloofness. This participation in the concerns of the business as a whole was illus- trated not only in his immediate environment of Louisville but in the nation as well. He was a domi- nant spirit in the Louisville Hardwood Club and this organization enjoys more than a merely local fame by reason of the perfect frankness which has at all times marked its meetings and its activities. It has al- ways provided a forum in which, due to Mart Brown, the members discussed with perfect freedom even those trade problems which ordinarily are considered as purely the concern of the individual. In this way trade harmony was established upon a sound basis of frankness and mutual trust and every member bene- fited proportionately. As illustrating Mart Brown's influence it is told that the Hardwood Club, in some periods when he was not able to give it his personal attention, was disposed to hold meetings at less than the intervals which he favored but every time his in- terests permitted him to return to the organization he succeeded in re-establishing the weekly basis. Page Thirty-two In the nation he was one of the directors of the National Hardwood Lumber Manufacturers Associa- tion whose meeting he was attending in Chicago at the time of his unfortunate death. He was a mem- ber of the executive committee of this organization and was also a director of the National Wholesale Lumber Dealers Association and the Southern Hard- wood Traffic Association, as well as all the minor associations affecting the business in which he was in- terested. He was largely instrumental in launching the influential Traffic Association which he served as vice president in clharge of Louisville operations. The same modesty which marked his personal as- sociations also characterized his attitude toward his business associates and he consistently declined of- ficial preferment. As one of the newspapers of his business, the "Hardwood Record," says: "When mat- ters of interest to any branch of the hardwood indus- try were at stake his shoulder was always at the wheel, modest, interested, willing to do anything, willing to argue it out, but always with the desire to act for the greatest number rather than with selfish motives." Lumber men, who alone are capable of passing an intelligent opinion, unanimously pay tribute to the ef- ficient organization of the business of the W. P. Brown Sons Company. In this we have another measure of Mart Brown's stature as a business man because he realized the need for men of large ability in his organization and he with his brother had the capacity to find and keep the talent of this order. He was constantly on the alert not only for the best human material but for all the mechanical and Page Thirty-three scientific devices which are being utilized by progres- sive business men everywhere to promote efficiency. During the past year or so of his life he had brought to a high degree of perfection plans for uniform grading rules and was active in working out cost ac- counting systems. Indeed he employed one man whose entire time was practically devoted to delving into methods of this character. Still another evidence of his progressiveness and wise forethought was found in the methods he used in dealing with employes. From the top to the bot- tom of the organization there has been developed a feeling of intense loyalty to the firm. One of the most touching of all the letters of sympathy which came to his bereaved brother was one signed by the employee of one of the plants in Arkansas. "The consistent kindness, thoughtfulness and courtesy that you both have shown toward me and all your em- ployes," says this letter, "have made it a pleasure to try and serve you. We all feel that we have lost not only a kind and considerate employer but a personal friend." Thus it will be seen that Mart Brown was able, in his own organization at least, to maintain that personal touch with employes urged by students of economics and social conditions. These brief details bring out the fact that Mart Brown's development was singularly symmetrical in that he was strong and constructive; first, in his own business; second, in the concerns of the business as a whole and, third, as an exponent of that enlightened kindness which breeds loyalty and consequent ef- ficiency in an organization. Page Thirty-four Flowers are Love's truest language; they betray, Like the divining rods of Magi old, Where precious wealth lies buried, not of gold But Love, strong Love, that never can decay! -Park Benjamin. In the Madison he loved 8o well By which rolls the Beautiful Ohio This page in the original text is blank. In Madison's Valley O'er all alike the imperial sunset throws Its golden lillies mingled with the rose. -Longfellow. THOMAS MARTIN BROWN breathed his last at 1St. Luke's Hospital in Chicago in the evening of January 22, 1920, and his remains were laid away at Madison on the Monday that followed-January 26- in the Madison he loved so well by which rolls the beautiful Ohio. No one who attended the services at the "church next door" to the old home, nor at the graveside, could fail to carry away an impression of thankful- ness that in every single detail they would have met his wishes as to simplicity and the absence of osten- tation. Mart Brown loved flowers and kept his home filled with them. Knowing this trait loving friends sent floral offerings from far and near until the church altar from which the services were read was filled to overflowing. The words were simple and affecting and during the ceremony, the sun, which before had been hidden, streamed brightly through the stained glass windows directly upon the beautiful emblems of friendship and made a scene almost impossible to describe in words. It was as though the Spirit rested there. From everywhere came these tender tributes and those that arrived too late for the church service were diverted to the graveside. There were no harrowing Page Thirty-seven scenes at that last resting place where "Mart" joined father and brothers who had gone before. Even the chill of a wintry day could not remove the impres- sion that the Spirit still hovered over him. After the simple services at the grave and the sorrowing friends had dispersed, the flowers from the church were removed to the final earthly abode and over all a tent was raised that preserved them for weeks. In describing the services the "Southern Lum- berman" (Nashville) said that "it is doubtful if there has ever been a funeral in the lumber industry which drew as many friends to the grave." They came from everywhere: From Chicago and Knoxville; from New York and Louisville; from Indianapolis and Memphis; from Detroit and Evansville. High and low alike, as the world measures station, were there and as one observer said: "I never before saw so many strong men weep, unashamed." It seems as though everyone in Madison-the old home town "Mart" loved so well-contributed some token of respect to one whom the same "Southern Lumberman" called "her wonderful son." Mart Brown was a Mason but the services were not conducted by the fraternity though many mem- bers were present. Lumbermen from all sections went also; the Madison "folks" were there; and "just friends" in great numbers, all paying sorrowing tribute to their friend called on all too soon. Page Thirty-eight A Few Public Tributes [From Official Bulletin, National Hardwood Lumber As- sociation.] To say that Mr. Brown's death is a great low to the Association, just as it is everywhere within the wide circle of the relations and activities of his life, is a cold and formal statement of a vivid fact. In its gatherings and its councils and in the ordinary course of the affairs of this organization his quiet but force- ful personality, his friendly influence, his consistent liberality and his general power for good will be long remembered and much missed. He became a member back in the days when the Association was fighting its way forward and the issue was not yet fully as- sured, and from that time on to the day of his death was a leading figure in its record. He had been a member of the Board of Directors continuously since 1910 and of the Executive Committee since 1914. Frequently mentioned for the office of president, his characteristic modesty invariably prompted his em- phatic refusal to be definitely considered in that con- nection. Chicago, February, 1920. [Resolutions of the Twentieth Annual Meeting The National Lumber Exporters Asociation.] Whereas, Almighty God has called from this life Thomas Martin Brown, of Louisville, Kentucky, we, Page Thirty-nine his fellow members of the National Lumber Export- ers Association, assembled in New York City at the Annual Convention of the Association, do deeply de- plore his loss. Therefore, Be it Resolved, that we extend to his bereaved family our heartfelt sympathy in their great logs and that this resolution be entered on the minutes of the meeting and that copies be sent to the family. New York, January 29, 1920. [Resolittions of the Southern Hardwood Traffic Association.] On Thursday, January 22nd, Nineteen Hundred and Twenty, Almighty God in His infinite wisdom saw fit to remove from the activities of this life, T. M. Brown, one of our most esteemed members and friends. Mr. Brown was a member of the firm of W. P. Brown Sons Lumber Company and vice presi- dent of the Louisville District of this Association. He has long been a prominent factor in the Lumber World and his death will leave a void in our ranks. Therefore, Be it Resolved, By the members of the Southern Hardwood Traffic Aseociation, that in the death of Mr. Brown, his family has sustained the loss of a loving son and kind brother; his business as- sociates a most wise counsellor and this Association a loyal supporter. Be it Further Resolved, That we extend to the bereaved family and immediate associates our heart- Page Forty felt sympathy, and that we convey to them our feel- ing of great personal loss, and Be it Resolved, That a copy of these Resolutions be spread on the minutes of this Association. Memphis, Tennessee, January 26, 1920. [Resolutions of the Louisville Hardwood Club.] Whereas, In the wisdom of Providence, T. M. Brown was, on January 22, 1920, suddenly removed from the activities of this life, and Whereas, He was a personal friend of every mem- ber of the Louisville Hardwood Club, the relation- ship making it difficult for us to express our feeling at his loss to us, and Whereas, He was one of the charter members of this club, its former president, and at all times its guiding spirit: Therefore, Be it Resolved, By the members of the Louisville Hardwood Club, that a record be made of the fact that we have lost a warm personal friend, as well as an able advisor and zealous member. Be it Further Resolved, That we extend to the bereaved family and immediate associates our deep- est sympathy in their great loss, which we are the better able to understand by reason of the personal loss which we have ourselves suffered. Be it Further Resolved, That a copy of these res- Page Forty-one olutions be spread on the minutes of the club, to which hit loss is in every sense an irreparable one. Louisville, Kentucky, February 5, 1920. [Editorial From The "Louisville Times"] In the business circles of Louisville, T. M. Brown was well known as able. With his brother he had made an open success; but it was not generally known that he had been active in civic movements and charities. For Mr. Brown belonged to that rare breed which actually shrinks from public notice; modesty was not a pose but a fact with him; and consequent- ly his great generosity and benefactions will never be known. But The Times can say that he shared with the needy the large prosperity that came to him in Louisville; a wide circle of friends, business associ- ates and dependents will miss him sorely. His rela- tions with his brother, Graham, were so ideally close that the sudden death is doubly a tragedy. Louisville, Ky., January 23, 1920. Page Forty-two