Most of us Connecticut-to-New York City commuters feel that our railroad timetable is a mild form of fiction published for the amusement of the regular riders. Recently, however, one early-morning train did make it to New York on time. Where-upon the man seated in front of me turned to his seatmate and said, "The train's right on schedule this morning."

'Thank goodness!" replied the other man, looking up from his newspaper. "I thought my watch had stopped."

George Schnake (Westport,Conn.)
Laughter, the Best Medicine
pp. 1-2