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 scheddule 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