I say, old fellow, have you noticed a lot of Jell-O about? It's the damndest thing. Wifey used to put out cake after supper. Big chocolate bastards; delicious. But now she thinks we're poor because she read that RCA stock is down. Really. Family money's in railroads and gold - don't know what she's on about. Really ought to keep her from reading the papers at all, I suppose; don't know where else she'd get these damnable ideas.

Anyway, now it's in the salads, too. Jell-O! Imagine.