A STRENUOUS HOLIDAY 



chemist, a trenchant and original thinker on all the 

 great questions of life, though he has delved but 

 little into the world of art and literature — a prac- 

 tical scientist, plus a meditative philosopher of pro- 

 found insight. And his humor is delicious. We 

 delighted in his wise and witty sayings. A good 

 camper-out, he turns vagabond very easily, can go 

 with hair disheveled and clothes unbrushed as long 

 as the best of us, and can rough it week in and week 

 out and wear that benevolent smile. He eats so little 

 that I think he was not tempted by the chicken- 

 roosts or turkey-flocks along the way, nor by the 

 cornfields and apple-orchards, as some of us were, 

 but he is second to none in his love for the open 

 and for wild nature. 



Mr. Firestone belongs to an entirely different 

 type — the clean, clear-headed, conscientious busi- 

 ness type; always on his job, always ready for what- 

 ever comes; in no sense an outdoor man; always 

 at the service of those around him; a man gen- 

 erous, kindly, appreciative, devoted to his family 

 and his friends; sound in his ideas — a manu- 

 facturer who has faithfully and honestly served 

 his countrymen. 



It is after he gets home that a meditative man 

 really makes such a trip. All the unpleasant fea- 

 tures are strained out or transformed. In retro- 

 pect it is all enjoyable, even the discomforts. I am 

 aware that I was often irritable and ungracious, but 



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