ISA his nerve up and did some real reorganizing, but has not yet 

 found a dean. I tried to make an appointment with him several 

 times but failed; and the last time I called up he was out, but 

 saw Woolley the same evening and asked what I wanted. 

 Woolley told him I wanted to know how the Tait affair stood. 

 He said that Dr Tait had definitely turned us down and then 

 went on to tell Woolley how he thought that we (Woolley 

 & I) had better not get mixed up in the dean affair as there 

 was already some dissatisfaction about our activity in the 

 matter. . . . 



By the way, Wellman has probably told you of the work on 

 Treatment, Forchheimer is editing. . . . Tell him that I want 

 his dope on the writers for tropical diseases. 



P S Forchheimer asks me to keep the knowledge of this 

 new work of his Q T. How about the can-can at St Louis? — 

 "Rotten if true." 



By middle June the Tait matter was finished. He declared 

 himself "inadequate;" also, he had suffered a heart attack — 

 first onslaught from without that ever put fear in him. Wool- 

 ley was made dean, and Henry McElderry Knower (long left 

 on the shelf at Hopkins with Ross Harrison) the anatomist. 



Politics in the university were rather foul. A secret ballot, 

 it was said, indicated that its board of directors was standing 

 £yq to four against Dabney's continuance in office; and more 

 newspaper print spoke of university authority as desirous of 

 closing the medical school — the student registration had 

 dropped down, resignations after the amalgamation had made 

 sore hearts, the town doctors did not like the medical profes- 

 sors, etc. Wherry wrote from his laboratory (July 27, 1910) : 



I hate to hurry on this humid, hot morning but I want to send 

 you this clipping from the morning's Enquirer which will 

 interest you, though I think any talk of closing is rot. When 

 do you start for Cinti? It is hot as hell here now but will be 

 just as bad in September. . . . We are over in Avondale for 

 a few days at Aunt Fannie's [Francesca Nast Gamble, Marie's 

 aunt, who had grown up with Ivory soap and put a million of 

 the proceeds into China's Methodist missions alone] . She wants 

 us to take her cottage at Lakeside (on Lake Erie) but the milk 

 problem up there is not an easy one &, then, I don't see how we 



