for him. Wherry wrote me (July 31, 1919) out of Empire in 2 S 

 Michigan where he had joined the Woolleys "to fish:" 



Thanks ever so much for the large salaried job you steered in 

 my direction. It was tempting and you must not think that I 

 didn't appreciate it because I turned it down. San Francisco 

 has not lost its charm for me; but I want to do more than 

 diagnosis work and fear that what I might get into would 

 resolve itself too largely into that. Sometimes, as you know, I 

 get awfully peeved at myself for so continuously blundering 

 about in the research & educational field. 



Whereafter he swung into this essay: 



I must quote here from Adami: "When Professor Bateson, 

 from the vantage ground of his studies of the last fifteen years 

 or so, begins to lay down the law regarding evolution, I cannot 

 but help being reminded of Bombus, the bumblebee . . . 

 blundering out of the fields and hedgerows into a greenhouse, 

 and bumping its head noisily again and again against the glass 

 because of its incapacity to drive into that head the fact that 

 transparency and penetrability are not necessarily associated 

 phenomena." That's my state. I apparently have the habit; and 

 would rather hate to break up our associations in Cincinnati. 

 And the situation in our school is growing better every day in 

 spite of the fact that our catalogue makers [I was its editor!] 

 revised the advanced standing rules backwards. But paciencia! 

 We will get even with you when we get back! 



We are enjoying ourselves very much. It helps a great deal 

 having the Woolleys here. Paul, I expect, will stay out in Colo- 

 rado all summer. Beula [his 3000 pound Buick automobile] 

 behaved very well on the trip but broke her clutch collar at 

 Connersville, Ind. That held us up for a day and the rat- faced 

 garage man who fixed her up for $17.50 put her collar on 

 hindside foremost. She is a wonderful car though, for in spite 

 of this fact she sailed along merrily out to Barrington, 111, up 

 to Omena, Mich, to Old Mission & down here — then the but- 

 ton wore off her collar band and one could go into any old gear 

 without pushing the pedal. Several years ago Zaza, the Seer of 

 the Pacific, told me that in my old age I would make a discov- 

 ery which would make my fortune. I am inclined to believe 

 that I have made it. Why have a clutch pedal if one can shift 



