people of Solaris Farm, moved by
one impulse, inspired by sentiments of sincere friendship and
enthusiastic loyalty, desire to present for your acceptance, this
Solaris album, as a testimonial of their loving admiration; as a token
of their absolute confidence in the wisdom of your leadership. This
album contains photographs of all the members of the company. Each
picture is endorsed with the signature and with the place and date of
birth of the individual. They are arranged and indexed in alphabetical
order. Our people were guided to a choice of this gift because they were
so profoundly impressed with the importance of the experiment
represented by this farm. Because they felt so confident that its
assured success would sound the key-note of a general movement for the
emancipation and elevation of humanity by the gradual introduction of
wiser and better social and industrial methods, which would eventually
result in the banishment of poverty and crime.

"Taking this view of the future, we may be pardoned for prophesying that
fifty years hence, this album of the pioneers of the movement, will
possess a greatly enhanced historical value. We trust, therefore, that
this possibility may make our gift more acceptable. I now ask you to
receive it in the spirit of love which inspired its donation. In
conclusion allow me to assure you that under all circumstances, you can
count on the life-long friendship and loyalty of the people whose
pictures will greet you, as the years come and go, whenever you may feel
inclined to look through the picture laden pages of Solaris Album."

As George Gerrish concluded his speech, a swelling storm of cheers for
Fillmore Flagg burst from the ranks of the square. Again and again came
the repeated roar of cheers, accompanied by the roll of the drums, and a
circling cloud of waving handkerchiefs, hats and flags. Fillmore Flagg,
inspired by the enthusiasm and excitement of his cherished people,
looked very handsome and heroic as he stood with his manly figure erect,
his noble head thrown back, his eyes shining with emotion, the album
held firmly in his right hand. Bowing and smiling, he turned gracefully
to face the greetings from the ranks of familiar faces, which were
swaying with joy and shouting so wildly. Waiting for a few moments, he
then raised his left hand, with the open palm outward, as a signal for
silence. The tumult was stilled as if by magic.

"People of Solaris!" he said; his clear