Near Poughkeepsie, N.Y.
Thurs., Sept. 24, 1925
Again we visited the first cement plant and again we were shown cordiality by the powers-that-be, Bill having a long talk with the chief chemist, whom he considers A?1. After which we drove to Hudson for an early dinner.
Stopping in front of a rather pretentious looking restaurant, he hesitated about entering in our camping togs. However, when we took the plunge the Jewish proprietor bowed and pulled our chairs out for us, and after a fairly good mean, asked if everything had been satisfactory, saying:
"I noticed you hesitated about coming in. I hope you will never do so again."
After our explanation he replied (now for the point):
"Ah, but it is not your clothes, but your personalities that count."
Leaving Hudson this noon we are now sitting in front of a huge bonfire on the same spot near Poughkeepsie where we camped the first night out of New York last April. A lot has happened, but we haven't gone very far since then.