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the nine o'clock lecture. In spite of the fact that many of 

 his friends and associates made rather a point of regarding 

 teaching as a task to be avoided or gotten over with as soon 

 as possible, Professor Stone found that he really Hked it. 

 That psychiatrist who talked at the last meeting of his 

 dinner club would probably say that deep down he was 

 some sort of an exhibitionist. He was, as a matter of fact, 

 a good lecturer, and he enjoyed feeling the class come alive 

 when he had given a particularly dramatic demonstration 

 or had succeeded in clarifying some obscure point in regard 

 to the nature of the chemical bond. He couldn't help being 

 gratified when several of his senior students came to say 

 that they had never really understood van der Waals's 

 forces until hearing his explanation from the lecture plat- 

 form. 



Furthermore, he knew that some of the greatest names 

 in chemistry, people like Emil Fischer, Hoppe-Seyler, Fred- 

 erick Hopkins, and in our own time Theorell, Linderstrom- 

 Lang, and Krebs were known as much for the people they 

 had trained as for their own personal research. Like a good 

 many scientists who have come to doubt the idea of per- 

 sonal immortality but still find themselves uncomfortable at 

 the thought that death is the end of everything, Professor 

 Stone looked to one or two of his best papers and to several 

 of his best students to carry his name and something of his 

 personality down through the coming years. 



All these thoughts went through Stone's mind as he 

 walked to the lecture hall nodding somewhat abstractedly 

 to some of the students whose faces he recognized as they 

 passed. The matter of teaching had been more than usually 

 on his mind the last couple of weeks since he had received 

 a tentative letter from the organizer of a brand new Insti- 

 tute for Research on the Brain and Behavior down in 

 Texas. Some very rich oilman had finally decided that there 



