It was now 11:45. The thermograph was writing busily in red ink on the little diagrammed cuff provided for that purpose, writing all about the temperature.
"Love Conquers All"
Robert C. Benchley
Together we sat at the table by the thermograph and watched the red line draw mountain ranges along the 50 degree line.
"Love Conquers All"
Robert C. Benchley
I opened my eyes and looked at the thermograph.
"Love Conquers All"
Robert C. Benchley