THE STORY OF AN ENTOMOLOGIST 



mously impressed. It is not generally understood in England 

 that we Americans, who have been educated in general along 

 English lines and who have read literally hundreds of English 

 books, know England and its institutions very well indeed, 

 even without ever having set foot in the country. And for a 

 college-reared man to find himself in the midst of surround- 

 ings that he has formerly visualized in his imagination was a 

 wonderful experience. I carried away many enduring impres- 

 sions. 



But these impressions, wonderful as they were, had Httle to 

 do with entomology. The great Cambridge entomologist. Dr. 

 David Sharp, reverenced by his fellow workers all over the 

 world, was not in evidence. However, I had not gone to the 

 celebration with any idea of adding to my entomological knowl- 

 edge, although Charles Darwin himself, broad naturalist that 

 he was, knew a lot about insects. In his youth he had been 

 especially interested in beetles. 



At this celebration I saw Dr. Arthur Shipley, whom I had 

 met previously at the Cosmos Club in Washington. By 1908 

 he had become a person of much importance. He was very 

 proud of his standing in America and of the fact that Princeton 

 University had given him an honorary doctorate. At the time 

 of the Darwin Celebration he was already Master of Christ 

 College. He v/as a rather convivial man, had stunning chambers 

 and entertained every night after the other functions. I remem- 

 ber that von Graff, looking around him at Shipley's one night, 

 said, "Shipley, I now understand why you have never married. 

 It is these wonderful chambers." 



This is hardly the place for an eulogium of Shipley, but this 

 mention of him brings up a host of charming memories. He 

 had collaborated with George H. F. Nuttall in a study of 

 malaria and the malarial mosquitoes in England, and was a 



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