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William Harris I I AS I KNEW HIM. A CRATEFUL MEMORY OF A CREAT CHIEF It is a melancholy task this of laying a wreath 'Of remembrance about the memory of one's per- sonal friends and co-workers in the cause of Humanity, that death has hade depart to the abode of their forebears. Even when a long and honourable life has faded imperceptibly into the twilight of life's eventide, and the bonds that fas- tened to life have naturally loosened, the while the kindly fingers of old age have fretted the forehead with the wrinkles that command vener- ation, and has softened the hard lines of the fighters mouth and jaw into new contours—even then the task is melancholy. Hut then at least it is expected it is natural as it were. When, -as is my task now. the brain and pen are bade to do their painful duty for one of one's own -generation a mess-mate as it were in the ser- vice, who has been called away in the midst of the campaign, then the mind reels from the task; the effort to think in the past tense of •-one whose personality is intimately stamped upon everything in the present is unnatural." I have tried to think of some better word than that" unnatural but not one of them so accu- rately describes my own state of mind. ester- 'day the hawklike face; the slender, whip-cord ''body, and keenlv analvtic mind of William Hai lis was the centre of the Labour Movement throughout the Merthyr Borough, to-day wheels that he had set in motion before the last illness struck (juickly at him, revolve according to the plans 'he planned to-morrow, and for many to-morrows still to be. policies that lie framed, -and tactics that his master mind laid down will be worked out as he said they should be worked out—and yet the master-mind that was behind it all is silent in death; the hand that steered the ship of local politics so steadily among the rapids and shoals of keenly active political and ,lass antagonisms has stiffened in the last un- thinkable paralysis of death that no-one i%-Iio has not died shall ever understand. And I who am the reporter of those movements, the professional .;obsei-ver of the currents and undercurrents that he understood so well, that he diverted for the purpose of our Party, and that to-day run along -channels that he charted, and dredged, and bu ilded as a, waterway, I am compelled to draw- up sharp, and realise that he who did these things will never do them more. It is unnatural, and I again feel that old strangeness that first dragged me as a boy into Rationalism when I think of all that lie meant to everything and yet see men whose lives are the lives of animals exu- berant in a health that was denied to his use- fulness. Time alone will neutralise the hurt, the wickedness, the idiocy of his death—time that slowly matures his last works, rtnd makes "of them past history. "THE MEASURE OF LIFE. I have before this deplored the habit of bio- graphers whose memoirs merely speak of years -of service. I cannot do that, for to me, not time but intensity, not length but quality of service is the criterion of service. For years, since its reconstruction, William Harris was secretary of the Trades Council. What particular informa- tion could that give, even though it were modi- fied and emphasised by all the adjectives and ■adverbs that a vocabulary of superlatives might add? I have known Trades Council secretaries who have grown grey and moribund in their posts; whose service speakers and writers have eulogised in not untruthful terms of superla- tive strenuousness, but I do not know one so much the administrator, so much the plotter, so mtuli the initiator and guidoi, 1m much the dip- lomatist and statesman, as was William Harris in the secretariat of the local Trades Council and Labour Party. Never have I met a man so acutely alive to the local affairs of his town who at the same time could co-relate his thoughts and activities with the wider movement of his times nationally and internationally. I have known good organisers in their local centres, or their trades-unions, but I have never known -another than Will Harris, who could organise lo- cally. and co-ordinate nationally as he could. All of which merely comes to saying what all who -have come in contact with him have instinctively recognised, or have had borne in upon them by the force of conviction that he was one of the few .men of his time who had bom in them that Wondrous impulse of idealism that forms such a mighty dynamic in correct proportions with the faculty for organisation that too often is the solitary gift of nature to a man, and that makes of the man a successful business king. And wedded to those two choicest gifts was a brain that vied with the finest, razors in its keenness, and the incisiveness for cutting down to the base of a thing. HIS CLEAR VISION. If I were asked what I considered to he the greatest events in local politics during the past and present I should bracket the municipal secondary school on Cyfarthfa. Park—the first of its kind—and the water scheme that to-day strangles Merthyr-a veritable terrible old man -of the sea. And it is natural that in connection with both it is The name of Will Harris that stands out strongest. The story of the school -he himself has told 111 the Democrats Hand- book for all to read, though with an instinct of self-erasement that was typical of him. All may read of the strategy and tactics there in unvarnished letterpress by its leader; for he Was too logical to ever be anything but incisive in telling of work done, or to be done. The story of the water scheme has yet to be told—when its last chapter is written. But here let me say -as a. truthful snap-shot of the Will Hams that we all knew, that at the time when even Labour wasenthusiastie for the scheme, it was the voice of Will Harris that was raised in criticism, his was almost the lone arm raised in opposition, but eyes Iesls clear than his, heads less logical swayed the day, and Mertliyr lifted upon its shoulders the strangling legs of its burden. Too late the pessimism of Will Harris was found to be not pessimism but clear vision. And it was equally typical of him that the discovery of the correctness of his diagnosis should not come to 'him as a thing to be proud of, but as an evil to be remedied. The scheme for a. co-operative water-shed was his scheme, and when Newport was seeking a new source of supply it was he who threw himself into the fight against the nabobs of Newport who organised the Newport workers to see his plan and provisionally endorse -it. It was he who convinced the Corporation of Merthyr that that way alone lay safety and economy, and it was with him as chief and di- rector that I travelled down to Newport, entered the statutory meeting to promote the Bill that would make his scheme impossible by committing Newport to Talybont; distribute the figures worked out to his formulae, and defeat the New- port Corporation. Just what all that. meant none who were not in the fight will ever know. Even those of us who worked w ith him only dim- ly realised the whole of that complexity that he -controlled without effort. And that, mark you, was but the normal course of his life. The same masterly touch that saw the end when others were enthusing over a specious beginning, and i that at the right moment presented a finished plan for a way out, and that at the same time could scheme and contrive the propaganda and strategy that would lead to the adoption of the way out, was equally apparant in all he did from the. small ,things to the large. Indeed, for him there were no small and large in his cosmos. All ranked as equally important tasks to he done and done well. CO-OPERATION. I In co-operation he was equally active, and his was the brain that planned the amalgamation of the Merthyr and Tiroedyrhiw societies, his the voice that largely dictated the fusion-—and his one of the keenest brains tha t from the Commit- tee-room of the conjoined bodies moved towards the final fusion of Dowlais and Treharris into a homogeneous whole of co-operation, for therein alone he saw the workers salvation from the threat of monopoly that the rapid trustification of distributive trades in the valley is developing. HIS PROFESSION. I In his own profession as a teacher, he was also a- force that made for progress, and the teachers this year made him a tardy return for his long and vahiable service by electing him as their Executive member for Wales. Of his various other aet,ivis it is impossible to speak, for on every hand they spread—and wherever he was active he was a power to be reckoned with. In social movements it is not the scum that. rises consistently to the top, but the talent, ability and energy of the individual. Whatever he ns- sociated himself with Will Harris rapidly rose to the top, and 'having risen staved t here. A LITTLE KNOWN SIDE. I And all this was done at the cost of his family life, and ultimately of his life itself. For Will Harris the tremendous energy of his per- sonality and the reality of his grasp on the affairs of life demanded that his house should he a commander's headquarters, and offices—and so they were. The problems of a movement or an individual were alike dealt with there. And the dealing was the same efficient dealing whether it were the domestic cause of a poor old woman, a decrepit old man, the troubles of a parent over his child or a huge movement that concerned the welfare of an industry, a cause or the town. There is a thin depression in the door-step or 6 King Edward Villas, and largely it was worn by the shoddy shoes of poor folks, who took their pension and other troubles to Will Harris to he settled. That was an aspect of his life that not his most intimate friend di scovered from him, but that was forced 011 lIlpin travel- ling home with him noon and night for some months. And somehow it seems to me that when I think of him in the future it will not be the general, whose very faults were the faults of greatness and caution, massing his forces to carry through his great plan of social service that I shall first visualise, but the human being who was a friend of all, and whose friendship meant so much to so many whom the world had forgotten or overlooked. That is how I see him now, saying with Marcus Aurilius:- For we are made for co-operation, like feet, like hands, like eyelids, like the rows of the upper and lower teeth. To act against one another then is contrary to nature1; and it is acting against one another to be vexed and turn away." Will Harris was one of the greatest men I have known and worked with. His loss is an irreparable one, not alone for Socialism in the town, but for the whole town. So long as 1 live he will live in my memory, and when I am !rone mv children after me will take off their hats to his memory.. A.P.Y.

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