"How much did you say this was?"
"Oh, a dollar and a half."
"That's a big price, isn't it?"
"No, I assure you; the drugs are very costly."
"But I am a druggist myself."
"Oh, you are! Well—of course—fifteen cents."—S. F. Chronicle
When does the Latin become without doubt a dead language?
When the Apothecary's new clerk gets to fooling with it.—Lynn Item
The Philadelphia young ladies who attend the Scientific Associations are experiencing all the emotions of the Boston girls at the Concord School of Philosophy. A Chestnut Hill girl said to a West Walnut street girl:
"You should have heard Prof. Sophomorey's dissertation on the 'Relative Contour of the Amphibian Bicuspid.' It was just too sweet for anything."
"It is too bad I didn't hear it," replied the West Walnut street girl. "I listened to Dr. Boulder's 'Notes on the Evidences of Chemical Erosion in the Collateral Branches of the Appalachian System,' and it wasn't a bit interesting. I understood everything he said."—Journal
