"We are searching for a universal solvent—something that will dissolve all things," said the chemist.
"What good will thet be?"
"Imagine, sir! It will dissolve all things. If we want a solution of iron, glass, gold—anything, all that we have to do is to drop it in this solution."
"Fine," said the farmer, "fine! What be ye goin' to keep it in?"
COMMUTERS
BRIGGS—"Is it true that you have broken off your engagement to that girl who lives in the suburbs?"
GRIGGS—"Yes; they raised the commutation rates on me and I have transferred to a town girl."
"I see you carrying home a new kind of breakfast food," remarked the first commuter.