One day Edison was visited by Henry Ford, who, finding some difficulty in opening the garden gate, did not hesitate to say he was surprised that a man with Edison’s ingenuity should allow his gate to take so much pushing.
Edison smiled. “I use the gate for pumping water into the cistern,” he explained. “Every time someone opens it he raises another gallon or two.”
It was a cold autumn day. A traveller arrived at a small country inn. He felt tired and cold and wanted to warm himself near the fire. He left his horse in the yeard and entered the inn. But when he entered the hall, ha saw that there was no vacant seat near the fire.
Suddenly he had a brilliant idea. He turned to the landlord and said:
“Take some whisky and give it to my horse.”
“To your horse ?” asked the landlord, “But your horse will never drink whisky.”
“Do as I tell you,” said the traveller.
All the people, hearing this, at once ran out into the yard to see the horse drink whisky. When there was nobody in the room, the traveller sat down comfortably near the fire and warmed himself.
A few minutes later the landlord returned and said:
“I was sure that your horse would not drink whisky.”
“Never mind,” said the traveller, “Give it to me, I shall drink it myself.”