THE STORY OF AN ENTOMOLOGIST 



match at the West Virginia University as described in Science 

 for September 29! Twenty-odd years' experience when perma- 

 nent secretary for the American Association for the Advance- 

 ment of Science, in reading the proofs of the programs of the 

 chemical section, gave me some definite opinions of chemical 

 terms. I was delighted in reading the preface to a book recently 

 published by the veteran naturalist Auguste Forel to note the 

 expression: "la vraie science est I'ennemi des grand mots!' Is it 

 a plain inference from Forel's dictum that chemistry is not a 

 true science?" 



In Science of the next week appeared the following jingle 

 signed by Wiley: 



Howard on Chemical Spelling 



Oh, Leland, tell me, tell me true — 

 The explanation's up to you — 

 Why did you break the portals down 

 And jump into the Chemists' Town? 

 But wait a minute; now I see 

 To solve the riddle's up to me. 

 You still are in your own domain, 

 Where you without a rival reign. 

 For, as the fact appears to me, 

 You're trying to catch that spelling-bee. 



I am sorry to record that these two bits of nonsense called 

 forth a rather serious protest received by the editor of Science, 

 which he sent to me for my opinion, remarking in his letter, 

 "You see what happens to the editor of an otherwise respectable 

 scientific journal if he once admits to its columns a bit of chaff." 



During the time of the Great War, the Club was extremely 

 interesting. The government had brought together in Washing- 



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