d Awards_, R. L. Daus, D. E. Laub, Russell Sturgis; _Committee on
Professional Practice_, Walter Dickson, Albert F. D'Oench, Richard M.
Upjohn; _Committee on Social Intercourse_, H. P. Fowler, Charles T.
Mott and General Ingram.

During the necessary intervals of balloting, etc., the President, Mr.
George L. Morse, made a short address, setting forth the history of
the previous meetings, and congratulating the local architects on the
prospect of having a strong and well-organized society.

Mr. Louis De Coppet Berg, of the firm of J. C. Cady & Co., Architects,
then addressed the meeting as follows:--

When a young man enters a profession, and particularly
the profession of architecture, if perchance he gets
an original idea, or a little knowledge, he at once
becomes very secretive, tries to keep it all to
himself for fear some one else will benefit by it, and
marks all his drawings "The property of...," and "Not
to be copied, or used, without the consent of the
author, _under penalty of the law_." As he grows a
little older in his profession he begins to find out
that a few others have ideas as well as himself, and
know a little something once in a while; and as he
grows still older he finds that there are a great many
others, who know a great deal more than he does, and
who have a great many better ideas than he has; and
then it is, that he longs for communication with his
professional brethren, and he finds that, in order to
get the benefit of their ideas and knowledge, he must
freely communicate his own to them. Hence it is that
in most of the large cities we find some association
of architects; Brooklyn, however, the third city of
the Union, is unique in this respect, that it has
absolutely no place where professional architects can
meet and discuss the different problems of their
profession.

To remedy this evil, the Brooklyn Institute proposed
to establish a Department of Architecture, and for
this purpose called together a large number of local
architects.

Now, we have decided that, if we have any Department
at all, it shall be a live one; and this reminds me of
a squib I read in the paper the other day, telling
how, somewhere in Spain, they had unearthed an old
painting, which was pronounced a genuine Murill