The Laboratorians
BY EDWARD PEATTIE
Playing "Napoleon" can get to be a
habit, especially when a man is devoted
to pure science. Which was Dr. Whitemarsh's
devotion—until Dr. Sally Chester came along!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Worlds of If Science Fiction, May 1955.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
"Yeah, we drop in just three c.c. from this here tube," said Rocco as he expertly twirled the erlenmeyer flask and watched the color shoot past the methyl orange end-point. Whitemarsh was annoyed and said so.
"That's the sixth straight you've missed, and the acid comes out of the burette, not the tube; and you don't call the graduations c.c., you call them milliliters."
"Yeah? Well, here we call it a tube!"
"And why don't you go down to the end-point drop by drop?"