THE STORY OF AN ENTOMOLOGIST 



Government was out o£ the question on account of the regula- 

 tions of the Civil Service, and so I began to make efforts in 

 other directions. I entered upon a long correspondence with 

 Russian scientific people who had fled their country, and who 

 were known by me to be living in many different parts of the 

 world. I'll not mention their names, but in this correspondence 

 I found that there was among them a perfect acquaintance with 

 the doings and whereabouts of prominent Russians in different 

 parts of the world. I had letters from London, Paris, Budapest, 

 and New York. I also corresponded with Americans in the 

 larger universities and research laboratories. 



During this time I was playing golf one afternoon at the 

 Columbia Club with William Kent of California, a remarkable 

 and extremely interesting man, about whom I should greatly 

 like to write much if I had the space.^ On the nineteenth hole 

 (well known to all golfers), having Cholodkowsky's letter in 

 my pocket, I showed it to Kent. He read it. "By George!" he 

 said. "This is the most interesting human document I have ever 

 read. I am lunching with Charley Crane tomorrow. Let me 

 take it with me and show it to him." Knowing that Mr. Crane 

 was a man of wealth, and the financial backer of the Woods 

 Hole Marine Biological Station, I readily agreed. 



The next afternoon at my office I was called to the telephone. 

 Kent's voice said, "I have shown your Russian friend's letter to 

 Crane, and he is enthusiastically interested. He says that if you 

 can get the man over here he will see that he gets a job at 

 Woods Hole." Then he hesitated for a moment and added, 

 "How can he get over here.? How much would it cost.?" I 



^ William Kent's biography, I am informed, is being prepared. A book that he 

 wrote before he died entitled Reminiscences of Outdoor Life was published by 

 Robertson's in San Francisco in 1929. 



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