A bright young Scottish lad named Shamus had the opportunity to go to university in London. So he packed his bags and said good-bye to his mother and left the highlands for the big city.

After the first week his mother called to see how her boy was holding up.

"I love it here Mother," Shamus told her, "but these English students are the oddest people ever! Why the boy who lives in the dormitory room next to me bangs his head against the wall until midnight every night. And the boy in the room above me stomps around until midnight every night. And the boy right below me blasts his stereo until midnight every night."

"Why don't you complain to the Dean of students?" asks his mother.

"Well, it doesn't bother me much," answers Shamus. "I'm usually up until that time quietly practicing my bagpipes anyway."

A Conversation...

So, apparently there's no Nobel Prize for math because Nobel's daughter ran off with a mathematician and Nobel didn't want him to have a chance to win it.

When I told my roommate that, she sat there for a moment, then asked:

"Who the hell would run off with a mathematician?"

If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.
----- Harry S. Truman