Inventor Ernest Rutherford, busy with his newest invention, an automated Swiss Army Knife, replied to his partner Hans. "Oh you can call that silly radiation thing we invented whatever you'd like...it's not likely to work anyway."
Ernest, several years later, crying in his beta particles and gamma rays, "Damned that Geiger, I'm not working with that glory hound any more!"
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LOL I love it!
When we die we may well leave behind our chance to fame and who's to blame?


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Hah!!!
What a moral to the story,
never miss an opportunity
to put one's "Yem" on the project!
(Another candidate for the Yemish dictionary:
"Yem"---synonym for name, with glory hogging tendencies.
Not to be confused with kind, loving, outstanding Maine writer, Yem.)
What a master, 55 words!!!
M-C

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Poor Ernest too deeply engrossed with his swiss Army knife? lol I was looking for mine just yesterday. Strange you bring this out of storage in time with that. An automated one might sever fingers and stab the operator. What was he thinking? lol
I used to work with a guy named Geiger. I always suspected radiation exposure somewhere along his family tree.




