Mr. Speaker, Mr. Albert Anness of Franklin Indiana has shared with me a particularly memorable experience during his service as a Congressional Page in the House of Representatives. Mr. Anness's story takes place during the first session…
Mr. Speaker, Mr. Albert Anness of Franklin Indiana has shared with me a particularly memorable experience during his service as a Congressional Page in the House of Representatives.
Mr. Anness's story takes place during the first session of the 81st Congress in the winter of 1949, in which he gives his account of the inauguration of President Harry S Truman. His story holds both sentimental and historical value, and I believe future generations will find equal worth in his narrative. I am sure all of my colleagues join me in thanking Mr. Anness for his service to the House of Representatives during the 81st Congress and for sharing his account of a special moment in history.
With utmost gratitude, I present the text of the letter written to me by Mr. Anness:
A Moment in Historical Remembrance
(By Albert Anness)
Franklin D. Roosevelt unexpectedly died April 12, 1945, and
his Vice-President Harry S Truman succeeded him to the
Presidency. Three years later on Thursday the 20th of January
1949 Harry S Truman again took the `Oath of Office', becoming
the 33rd President of the United States. The historical
significance of his inauguration is greatly enhanced when you
consider that of the members of the 81st Congress attending
his inauguration, four of them would someday themselves
become President, i.e. John F. Kennedy, Lyndon B. Johnson,
Richard M. Nixon and Gerald R. Ford. Three of whom--Johnson,
Nixon, and Ford--would like Truman, first serve as Vice-
President. And of even greater historical significance,
Congressman Gerald Ford would become both Vice-President and
President without ever having been elected to either office!
Fellow House Page, Jim Richardson and I briefly occupied
what would arguably have been considered among the best seats
at Truman's inauguration. The operative word in this scenario
is BRIEFLY as our `up close and personal' presence at this
historic milestone in our country's glorious history was
soon, very soon, cut short by our boss `Fishbait' Miller,
Doorkeeper of the United States House of Representatives.
Thursday January 20, 1949 was a cloudy cold winter's day.
The Boarding house where my roommate Senate Page Bob Hansel
and I lived was located on New Jersey Avenue, a `stone's
throw' from the entrance of the Old House Office Building.
Leaving our lodgings early that Thursday morning, we
encountered an almost surreal scene. It appeared as if
Capitol Hill was in a `state of siege' with soldiers and
military vehicles everywhere! We quickly realized today was
going to be a very special day.
Entering the Old House Office Building we soon were in the
underground Capitol Hill complex on our way to school. After
school we usually had breakfast in the House cafeteria before
reporting for work.
The House after a brief session adjourned, and as a body
proceeded to President Truman's Inauguration. Our services no
longer being required, my fellow House Pages and I scattered
like the four winds!
I cannot remember how it came to be that I found myself in
the Rotunda of the Capitol Building standing beside the
Secret Service man guarding the entrance to President
Truman's Inauguration Platform. An even bigger mystery is how
fellow House Page Jim Richardson came to be standing next to
me. But there we were, and as luck would have it the last
Congressman about to pass through the door and onto President
Truman's Inaugural Platform was my Congressman Edward G.
Breen of the then 3rd Congressional District of Ohio.
After greeting me Congressman Breen proceeded to invite Jim
and me to come along and watch President Truman's
Inauguration. I explained that our passes did not extend to
the Inaugural Platform. Congressman Breen while patiently
waiting to pass thru the
huge double ornate doors, causally turned to the Secret
Service man and informed him that we were official House
Pages. Unhesitatingly, and without uttering a single
syllable, the Secret Service man with a mere wave of his hand
gave permission for us to join the House Members on the
inaugural platform.
Albeit, our stay was brief but the undeniable fact remains
that Jim and I were the only Pages (House, Senate or Supreme
Court) who that day gained admission onto President Truman's
Inaugural platform.
Jim and I were ensconced in the `nose bleed' seats. Behind
us was the stone outside wall of the U.S. Capitol Building!
As a matter of fact we rested our backs against it.
In front of us sat the House of Representatives! Across the
wide center aisle was the Senate. The Supreme Court was in
attendance, including Chief Justice Fred M. Vinson (who swore
into office that day, both Vice President Alben W. Barkley
and President Harry S Truman), the members of President's
Cabinet and invited V.I.P guests. Seated immediately in front
of the Inaugural platform was the United States Marine Band,
and in front of the band were the members of the Washington
Diplomatic Corps and beyond them, thousands of invited
guests. It was an exciting scene that Jim and I were certain
we would always remember!
With the arrival of Vice President-Elect Alben W. Barkley
and his daughter, the Marine Band played `ruffles and
flourishes', and we all stood as they took their places on
the platform.
We arose from our seats again when the Marine Bang struck
up `Hail to the Chief', announcing the arrival of President
Truman, his wife Bess and daughter Margaret.
Standing there thrilled to be participating in the
Inaugural ceremonies, Jim and I were thunderstruck when out
into the middle aisle stepped `Fishbait' Miller, looking
straight at us and inexplicably, but with great emphasis
gestured for Jim and me to leave the Inaugural Platform. And
to leave immediately!
We looked at each other in utter disbelief! How could
Fishbait, in this huge throng of people have known Jim and I
were on that platform? Considering the distance from where we
were seated to where he was standing it just did not seem
possible! Congressman Breen who had been observing the scene,
turned to me and said, ``Al, I guess you two will have to
go.'' With the sounds of ``Hail to the Chief'' ringing in our
ears we quickly departed.
Disappointed, but not ready to call it `quits', Jim and I
scurried up to the roof of the Capitol Building, sharing that
lofty vantage point with the Marine who were there on guard.
But it was not the same. And, after a while we came back
down, and with several other House Pages observed the
remainder of President Truman's Inauguration from one of the
House windows. To mark the occasion, we opened the window
panel and inscribed our names.
Several days passed before the opportunity presented itself
to inquire of Head Democratic Page why `Fishbait' Miller had
ordered Jim and me off President Truman's Inaugural platform.
He told me that Jim was `inappropriately dressed' as he was
wearing a surplus WWII Navy Pea Coat.
More than sixty years have passed since that day and I
still cannot figure how `Fishbait' spotted the two of us in
that crowd!
Not too long after the Inaugural, I was honored to be
invited by Fishbait to be his guest at his church's Father &
Son Banquet. He couldn't take all of the House Pages so I was
selected to represent them. I still have the Banquet Program.
Later that spring Fishbait assigned me to the House Ways
and Means Committee to operate the sound system during the
committee hearings on Amending the Social Security Act 1935.
For that assignment I am forever grateful to him.
On the first day of the hearings, the Doorkeeper sent
fellow Page Dave Cunningham. Dave did not like the job and
asked to be reassigned. Early the next morning Fishbait
collared me, and away I went to the New House Office Building
and the Ways & Means Committee! Had I been on the job the
first day of the hearings I would have met former President
Herbert Hoover, the man who was President of the United
States the year I was born. In 1949 he was then President of
the Hoover Commission and the first person to testify before
the committee. I deeply regret having missed that
opportunity.
I couldn't have been happier with my assignment on the Ways
& Means Committee, and I remained for the entire hearings; I
was later recalled for several hearings on other legislative
matters. I have a letter from Ways & Means Committee
Chairman, the late Robert L. Doughton (North Carolina) in
which he said, ``I remember you and your efficient services
to the Committee very well. If and when you are in Washington
while I am here, I would be pleased to have you come by and
see me.'' He enclosed a line drawing of himself inscribed
``to my Dear Friend Albert R. Anness'' and signed it,
``Robert L. Doughton.''
My last contact with Fishbait occurred sometime in the
1970's. My wife Sharon and I were in the D.C. area visiting
college friends, and one day with time to spare found
ourselves near Capitol Hill. As I wanted to show Sharon
around the House of Representatives, I hailed a cab, and in
short order we were walking up the steps into the Rotunda
through the same huge double ornate doors that I had exited
President Truman's Inaugural Platform many years earlier.
Desiring to renew my acquaintance with Fishbait, introduce
Sharon to him and ask him permission to take her onto the
floor of the House, we headed for his office. Since the House
was in recess I didn't hold out much a chance of finding him
there, but I felt lucky that spring day!
I was pleased to find Fishbait in his office bent over a
mimeograph machine busily trying to get it to work! He looked
up, and greeted us in his typical down home fashion. I
introduced myself and Sharon. After we shook hands he
immediately hugged and kissed Sharon and then hugged and
kissed her again! Grinning like Cheshire cat, Fishbait turned
his attention to me. He, of course, did not remember me, and
small wondering considering the hundreds of House Pages he
encountered during his long career as Doorkeeper. We talked
briefly and he mentioned several former Pages who had
returned as Congressmen. Realizing he was busy, I soon came
to the point of my visit and asked for a pass to the House
floor. He apologized for not having the time to personally
conduct our tour himself, and quickly scribbled out a note to
the Capitol Policeman in the Visitor's Gallery.
After handing me his handwritten pass, he again hugged and
kissed Sharon. We shook hands, and wished each other the
best. I turned, and left Fishbait's presence for the last
time. On September 12, 1989, two days before my fifty-eighth
birthday, Fishbait passed away.