From the Diary of Bernard Queneau. part of the Boy Scout group crossing the United States on Lincoln Highway.
MONDAY JULY 16, 1968: Leaving camp at 8:45 we had a little mishap by breaking the neatsfoot oil. Also, I had a little bad luck in getting the biggest shell. After getting dirty, etc., we finally hit Chicago heights just in time to be at a Rotary lunch. (I imagine the boys drew shells to see who had to fix it.)
After staying around Joliet a bit, we were out to camp with Hank Morton and his parents (I would not like to be in their position). Paul Ohman, a real fine fellow, went along in another car. The camp is pretty good for such a state. At campfire we were initiated into the Order of the Rainbow of the Masquantchee tribe.
A Slice of L-H History. --RoadDog