THE STORY OF AN ENTOMOLOGIST 



ican Medical Association appointed a committee to cooperate 

 with the Memorial Association, and Dr. W. W. Keen of Phila- 

 delphia was made its chairman. A large sum of money was 

 raised by the Memorial Association, and several memorials to 

 Walter Reed are in existence today. 



Dr. Bell's Wednesday Nighters were, in a way, an unusual lot 

 of men, and the fact that one was an habitual or an occasional 

 attendant at these meetings stamped him as an interesting per- 

 son. This fact was at least twice impressed upon me thousands 

 of miles from Washington. 



Once, as I entered the dining-room of the charming little 

 Hotel de la Poste at Rouen, a white-haired gentleman with a fa- 

 miliar face rose from a table where he was sitting with his wife 

 and greeted me: "I am so glad to see you. I have forgotten your 

 name, but I have met you at one or two of Graham Bell's 

 Wednesday evenings." Then, turning to his wife: "My dear, I 

 want to present one of the interesting men I have met at some 

 one of those delightful Wednesday evenings of Graham Bell's, 

 of which I have told you so much." It proved to be Mr. Bunker 

 of San Francisco. I joined them at dinner, and Mrs. Bunker told 

 me of her husband's enormous interest in the two or three 

 evenings he had been lucky enough to attend. She even remem- 

 bered what he had told her of some particular discussion that 

 he had heard, or in which he had taken part. (I remember one 

 especial evening when we talked of labor troubles, and that Mr. 

 Bunker gave us some illuminative ideas.) 



At another time, in Honolulu in 1915, Mr. and Mrs. Alanson 

 Bryan gave a reception in my honor, and the Governor of the 

 Territory and other prominent people came, among them Gen- 

 eral Carter, in command of the post. Mrs. Carter told me frankly 

 that she had wanted the General to go with her to another 

 reception that was being given the same night in honor of some 



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