Dear Mr. Editor:

I never saw such harmony. Even the lobster at your picnic dinner agreed with me.

I'm glad that I rubbed the dust off my old traveling bag and came to your town. The only sore spot in me is the one I got in the back of my neck from standing at the foot of your 366-foot smoke stack and looking up at the top of it. Everybody seemed to want everybody else to have a good time. Even the man behind the wire wicket in the hotel cashed my check without a murmur.

The dove of peace sure hung over Rochester and any sport-loving individual who came to the city photographic thinking he was going to have the fun of watching a scrap, must have felt like he had stumbled in on a peace tribunal at the Hague. True, I caught competing manufacturers showing their teeth at each other, but in every case the teeth were back of a genuine smile and accompanied by a hearty hand shake that spoke for a removal of all bitterness from future competition. You and the other Rochester manufacturers made good on your promise (made at Detroit a year ago) to let the out-of-town people have their pick of space in Convention Hall and then take what was left. And what is equally to the point, the visiting manufacturers made good by showing their appreciation of the action of the Rochester people. It was Harmony in capital letters and a harmony so much appreciated that I hope its effect will be lasting. Let's have more of it all along the line. Take a look through your mental stereoscope, boys, and get things in their proper relation to each other. When your competitor (photographer, dealer or manufacturer) seems to be unfair, just try to take a look from his point of view. Perhaps his is better than yours. This question of view-point has always been a hobby of mine and touches so closely on my subject, "harmony." that I want to ask you to publish these verses by Will Cundill. You see he can do something beside making good photographs: