of Pharmacology. If you wanted anything, you asked Charlie for it, 

 and if he happened to be out, you simply did nothing until he re- 

 turned. I asked him once how it was that none of the large stock 

 bottles had labels on them, and he said in the most hurt manner 

 imaginable, "Why, Dr. Lamson, if we had labels on them, everyone 

 would know what was in them." At another time I asked him to re- 

 turn something which we had borrowed from another department, 

 and he said, "Don't do that now. If you wait a little longer, they won't 

 remember that you have it." Charlie was a German, short, well-fed, 

 but not fat, then. He was the most good-natured, willing, hard-working 

 soul I have ever seen. He existed for one thing only, and that was to 

 serve Professor Abel. Sundays, week days, or holidays the Professor 

 would merely say, "Charlie, keep your eye on this dog, you must look 

 at him every two hours," and Charlie would be there day and night. 

 If the Professor suddenly wanted a dog and there were no dogs in the 

 animal house, it never occurred to Charlie that this could be anyone's 

 fault but his own, and with tears in his eyes he would dash about 

 from one department to another looking for a dog. Charlie liked to 

 work and confided to me once that the height of his ambition was to 

 be a waiter in a beer garden where there would be twice as many 

 people as one could possibly serve, and just as you had supplied one 

 table with beer they would shout for you to fill up the glasses again, 

 and you would know that you could not possibly do it. 



Charlie was assisted in these blood pressure operations by Charlie, 

 Charlie Drain, a devout Irish Catholic with the good and bad qual- 

 ities of a bulldog, very fond of liquor, who died of delirium tremens 

 during the prohibition period. He worshipped the Professor but was 

 not as sophisticated as Charlie Kamphaus. His one desire was to find 

 someone who would say something against Dr. Abel so that he could, 

 as he put it, "knock his block ofE." Together the two Charlies would 

 put the dog under ether and hitch up the blood pressure apparatus 

 and kymograph. Things would usually have worked fairly well had it 

 not been for the fact that the recording was done by means of glass pens 

 blown by everyone who had ever been in the laboratory. The experi- 

 ment would start, and then the pen would weep and the ink run down 

 the paper, whereupon both Charlies would discuss the advisability of 

 putting on another pen, and this as likely as not would refuse to write. 

 In the excitement one or the other Charlie \vould blow through it. 

 z\fter a very short time both of them were red ink from ear to ear. 

 If the experiment were a long one and artificial respiration were 

 needed, another assistant was called in, Mrs. Thomas, the scrub- 



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