A A examination. For the open posts any qualified citizen was 

 eligible and some eight candidates had come forward. Though 

 trained of Hektoen, Smith and Jordan, Wherry was given 

 a low mark for "experience." Nevertheless, when the final 

 averages came in, he had made top score. Second in line, stood 

 Paul G Woolley (then twenty-seven, the son also of a clergy- 

 man, with special bringing-up in pathology under Welch and 

 Adami) . The outcome of the examination started the two 

 upon an enduring friendship (previously they had merely met 

 when Woolley had spent a summer in Hektoen's laboratory) . 

 They reached San Francisco shortly before the day of embarka- 

 tion on the transport Sheridan. Of what happened on the ship, 

 Wherry wrote thus to his mother (January 24, 1903) : 



Pacific Ocean about 400 miles 

 east of Guam, Ladrone Islands 

 Dr Woolley & I arrived in San Francisco just in time for the 

 New Year's Eve celebration. We put up at the Palace Hotel 

 in style. Martin Fischer and Hoyt Barbour who is asst Chinese 

 inspector, were very good to us — we had dinner with Martin 

 and in the evening, Hoyt showed us through Chinatown. . . . 

 This transport is a fair sized boat and the accommodations are 

 good though not sumptuous. It was pretty rough . . . The 

 transport, as you may surmise, contains a funny mixture of 

 humanity. There are a company of soldiers, about 20 officers, 

 officers' families, young ladies going out to be married, etc. 

 Some are very nice, some are "so-so," some are n g. 



Most of us have nicknames — Dr Woolley is called "the typi- 

 cal college student." I have been styled "the ecclesiastic" — 

 probably because I am dressed in black & look upon life too 

 seriously. A friend of ours — Capt Hutchins, a soldier of For- 

 tune in S America & the Philippines, tall with black hair & 

 fierce mustache — goes as "the brigand" — etc, etc! 



Day before yesterday we spent at Guam. We have a naval 

 station & penal colony there. The island is of typical volcanic 

 origin, surrounded by barrier reefs of coral and covered with 

 cocoanut & banana groves. Capt Hutchins & I took a native 

 cart (without springs) and rode 4 54 miles to the naval station 

 at Agana. The officers gave us a hearty welcome & dined us at 

 their club. We were beautifully sunburned and look like boiled 



