things together, but if it hadn't been for the men we'd be a long way from where we are to-day," Ford said at last.
"Now we have some money we don't need for the business, we ought to divide with them. Let's do it"
"I'm with you!" Couzens said heartily, and reached for his pencil. Eagerly as two boys, they sat there for another hour figuring. They began with checks for the men they remembered, men who had been with them in the first days of the company, men who had done some special thing which won their notice, men who were making good records in the shops or on the sales force. But there seemed no place to draw the line.
"After all, every man who's working for us is helping," Ford decided.
"Let's give every one of them a Christmas present." Couzens agreed. "We'll have the clerical department figure it out. The men who have been with us longest the most, and so on down to the last errand boy that's been with us a year. What do you say?"
Ford said yes with enthusiasm, and so it was settled. That year every employee of the company received an extra check in his December pay envelope. Ford had reached a point in his business life where he must stop and consider what he should do with the money his work had
