VOICE VOYAGES BY THE GEOGRAPHIC SOCIETY 



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soul to song, and the hundreds present 

 joined in our national air : 



"And the Star Spangled Banner in triumph 

 shall wave 

 O'er the land of the free and the home of the 

 brave."' 



It was an inspiring- moment, quickening 

 the pulse, electrifying the mind, and caus- 

 ing waves of enthusiasm to sweep over 

 the banquet-hall as billows over the sea. 



It was then that Dr. Bell exclaimed : 

 "We have just been hearing 'The Star 

 Spangled Banner' by wireless and the 

 audience has joined in singing it. It oc- 

 curs to me that by means of the tele- 

 phone the millions of people of the United 

 States may soon sing 'The Star Spangled 

 Banner' all at the same time." 



And then came the speech-making ; but 

 it was a subdued, an overwhelmed, a rev- 

 erent audience that the speakers ad- 

 dressed. The spirit of mirth and levity 

 had no place among people who had wit- 

 nessed such marvelous exhibitions. 



ADDRESS OF THE TOASTMASTER, HON. 



FRANKLIN K. EANE, SECRETARY 



OF THE INTERIOR 



I do not know how you feel after the 

 exhibition that has just been given to us, 

 but for myself I can say that I feel hum- 

 bled and meek and overwhelmed, for no 

 man can say, after the things we have 

 seen, after the things that we have heard, 

 that anything is longer impossible. 



They tell me that this is a cynical age — 

 an age that is materialistic and without 

 faith — but, standing in the presence of 

 these miracles, these wonders, I say to 

 you that it is, above all ages, the age of 

 faith. 



No man can say that it will not be pos- 

 sible at some future time to talk, as I 

 threatened to talk tonight, to the planet 

 Mars. There is probably not one man 

 or woman here who, forty-five years ago, 

 would have said that it would ever be 

 possible to talk across this continent by 

 wire, much less to talk to New York and 

 back again to this hotel by wireless. This 

 age is not cynical, is not without faith. 

 The motto of this age might very well be 

 the words from Peter Pan. We do believe 

 in fairies. The only difference is that we 

 have changed the kind of fairies that we 



believe in, and instead of believing in 

 Hop-o'-my-Thumb and Jack of the Bean- 

 stalk, we believe in fairies like Marconi 

 and Pasteur and Carty and Graham Bell. 



We live in a city that is studded about 

 with statues of men who have made large 

 sacrifices and done great service for our 

 country, statues of our generals, crowned 

 by that wonderful monument that pierces 

 the sky, to the man that led us in our 

 fight for independence ; and soon we will 

 add to that the great Greek temple that 

 is to be forever a monument to the man 

 who kept this Union for us. 



But where are the statues to the men 

 who have made America ? Where are the 

 statues to the men who are the inventors 

 and the engineers and the discoverers of 

 this continent? Out of my office every 

 day go 250 patents. Our people have the 

 greatest resources of any people in the 

 world, not in their soil — although that is 

 without equal ; not in their minerals — 

 though no other nations can rival us as to 

 minerals — but in the inventive genius of 

 the American mind, which we honor to- 

 night. 



Other countries do honor to men of this 

 class. They may command a knighthood 

 or a baronetcy. We cannot indulge in 

 such luxury, but the National Geographic 

 Society can hold a banquet in honor of 

 such men and crown them with the 

 laurels of our affection and admiration. 



THE INGENUITY OF MAN 



The men who make this world and the 

 men who serve this world are preemi- 

 nently the men who work in laboratories 

 and in workshops. The boys across the 

 water may believe that theirs is the real 

 conquest of the world ; but it is not so. 

 The world is being conquered by the 

 mind and the ingenuity of man. 



In Paris there are two monuments that 

 have always attracted my attention — the 

 Tomb of Napoleon, which every one 

 sees; but behind the dome of the tomb 

 there is a modest statue to Pasteur, a man 

 whose name will be remembered when 

 the names of generals and monarchs and 

 emperors are forgotten, and on the front 

 of that monument there is a picture of a 

 girl, the statue in relief of a girl just 

 rising from her bed, leaning against her 



