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where he worked. He made beautiful dissections, and be- 

 came a most accompUshed comparative anatomist, chiefly 

 interested in the sharks and skates and rays. He had quar- 

 ters in the basement of the Museum which could not be 

 reached except by a grilled door. One rang a bell, there 

 was a rustle of papers (the shades were never pulled up, 

 so you couldn't look in the windows) ; after a while Gar- 

 man came to the door and opened it, the grille outside 

 meantime being fastened. After he had verified the iden- 

 tity of his visitor, he might let him in and be quite friendly. 

 Just as often he was too busy, and closed the door. 



I worked with Garman for many years and probably 

 came to know him as well as anyone. I little realized what 

 an oddity he really was until after his death when I found 

 in a cupboard in his room a jar full of little stickers bearing 

 his name and address which he had cut from each copy of 

 the Nation. Another giant glass container was filled with 

 his old rubbers. Whether this was prophetic, in view of 

 our present shortage, or simply the pack-rat instinct, I 

 leave to the reader to guess. Still more unsavory was an- 

 other jar, at least three feet high, which contained bits of 

 bread, the uneaten corners of the sandwiches which Gar- 

 man had brought for his luncheons for years and years. 



You see, my thesis is that working in a museum used to 

 make people odd. Of course, that's not the case of my col- 

 leagues or me. As one of my daughters said of us, "You 

 don't have to be crazy, but it certainly helps." 



