Washington, 20. ii. 1957 
Dear Dr. Wetmore, 
I enclose a nominating letter for Lobo Wolfe. Since his name was not 
on the list of potential BOU candidates wuoked out by us together before you 
left, I send it along for your approval and signature, both of which will, I 
trust, be forthcoming. Poor Lobo is in hospital for a peculiar operations re¬ 
moval of a salivary gland which contains, of all things, a calculus the size of 
the typewritten capital 0. 
I am going out this afternoon to Lowery Riggs's place to look over a 
new Colombian shipment, which includes a number of things he has never seen be¬ 
fore. Herbert is in California and Reed is away froia the Zoo, so I'll go out 
with Davis in a Zoo car. The last previous shipment from down there got fouled 
up somehow, and 250 specimens died from cold in New York. Riggs says that he 
received the carcasses in such vile condition that there was nothing to do but 
incinerate the lot. 
Greene, the night clerk at the Club, died a week or so ago of a heart 
attack. By the way, Lawrence Hicks is another deceased Fellow of the AQU, also 
from a heart attack. We'll have a lot of vacancies at the next meeting] 
We had a fire at the Club between floor and ceiling; it began beneath 
a fireplace hearth. As a result, the ceiling of the men's cloak room is now largely 
removed and being replaced. The papers ran some amusing yarns about the impertur¬ 
bability of the members, no one of whom lost the thread of his conversation on 
atomic physics or whatever, while the firemen were running all over the place — 
except that someone did wonder whether they had been properly registered in the 
guest book, and someone else asked them to be as quiet as possible so as not to 
disturb our older members who had retired;. Cosmos Club yarns must always conform to 
the legend, so far as journalists are concerned.' 
If the enclosed meets with your approval, send it bafik and I'll get it 
off to Mountfort by air mail. 
With best wishes to you both, 
