The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-01-11
Martir, Scully

We walked with him and talked with him; the mood, sober, merry; the man concerned, interested. That was Tuesday. And even then the angel of death was lowering OCT his shoulder. Thursday night the angel beckoned, oh, so gently, and Martin Scully answered the call of the Master. To us of the Waterbury Democrat staff it was the end of some- thing that went even beyond friendship. Our feelings last winter when Martin Scully retired from active participation in the profession that had been his for nigh on half century were akin to those of the mourner. That should give some idea of what they are today.
 Martin Scully needs no eulogy of we'll turned phrases and fancy words. His life right here in Waterbury was fitting tribute to the man. If we said of some he had the respect and admiration of the entire community - it would be termed slightly exaggerated, but permissible under the circumstances. It was some- thing that all people said of Martin Scully. Ascribed to him such virtues did not seem misplaced. Rather they seemed just bit inadequate. Many men command the respect and admiration of their fel- lowmen for a short time, or by some one act in their lives Martin Scully kept them to the end. They live after him.
 There are many, many pictures that we could paint of our subject. There are many stories of his own telling that we could repeat. He was blessed with the happy faculty of dwelling much in the past in his few idle moments and when some news fact of the present day touched the proper chord that stored-up fount would shower it's wealth of information I,icfn ho him. There were very few men in Waterbury who had the intimate knowl- edge of the city, physically and politically, as he had. He often longed to set down the many facts that were lying dormant in his memory in an orderly fashion, but great sense of modesty that was his seemed to hold him back from becoming a local historian. A kinder or gentler man we knew, but pnce in this life. Happily they were asso- ciated for many years in this enterprise. We never knew Martin Scully in his long years of newspaper work to wrong any man or woman by an uttered or printed word. If he did offend, it was uninten- tional and, upon being called to his atten- tion, he was quick to make amends. He was not blinded to the faults of those who grew up around him, but he was always ready to see the good side before discuss ing the failings. Don't conclude that he had one of those all-trusting natures. Years of experience, sad, humorous, practical, had fitted him with the weapons to give and take, as the needs might be.
 His last piece of copy-it's ironic. He wrote for Wednesday nights paper the advance story for the annual meeting of the Washington Park Community Club. which was held last night and at which he suffered the attack from which there is no return. We can still hear him say ing, "Its just little something l wrote in a hurry. You csp change it if you like" Wednesday noon he stood before our office for some minutes, reading bull letins and conversing with acquaintances emerging from the building. Today we kneel before his bier and whisper few silent prayers for the repose of the soul of a man of whom everything could be said, but who would have asked nothing.