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Thomas  Franz  Hanausek. 
5  Am.  Jour.  Pharm. 
(     March,  1921. 
The  potassium  derivatives  of  the  nitrosophenols  were  shaken 
with  methyl  iodide  in  heptane  solution.  The  odor  of  the  iodide 
persisted  for  several  days  and  no  perceptible  change  took  place  in 
the  alkali  derivative.  The  thymol  finally  changed  to  a  pale,  fluffy 
powder,  but  the  carvacrol  remained  as  a  heavy  dark  precipitate. 
After  several  weeks  in  contact  with  the  heptane  solution  of 
methyl  iodide,  the  heptane  gradually  acquired  a  reddish  color  and 
the  residue  changed,  losing  its  dark,  almost  black  color  and  forming 
an  adherent  precipitate.  Apparently  the  reaction  was  taking  place 
with  formation  of  colorless  potassium  iodide. 
THOMAS  FRANZ  HAXAUSEK. 
By  A.  L.  Winton, 
WILTON,  CONN. 
Dr.  Hanausek  died  at  Vienna,  on  February  4,  19 18,  in  the 
sixty-sixth  year  of  his  age.  He  was  elevated  by  the  Emperor  to 
the  rank  of  Hofrat  for  gratuitous  service  in  the  examination  of 
foods  during  the  war,  but  the  decoration  did  not  arrive  until  two 
days  after  his  death.  Necrologies  appeared  in  the  leading  Austrian 
and  German  scientific  journals,  but  few  if  any  of  these  reached 
America,  and  his  death  was  not  learned  by  even  his  close  friends 
at  a  distance  until  long  after.  I  was  in  correspondence  with  him 
during  1914  and  1915,  but  letters  became  more  and  more  delayed 
and  finally  were  not  transmitted  at  all.  His  letters  were  filled  with 
sad  tales  of  the  suffering  caused  by  the  war,  but  were  noteworthy 
for  the  absence  of  rancor.  He  wrote  that  his  only  son,  a  young 
lawyer  in  Vienna,  had  been  called  to  the  colors,  although  he  had 
never  served  as  a  soldier  because  of  his  weak  lungs.  "The  poor 
devil,"  so  wrote  his  father,  "must  carry  50  kilograms  of  baggage, 
a  heavy  gun,  and,  what  was  hardest  of  all  with  his  short  breath, 
run." 
Just  before  the  United  States  entered  the  war  this  same  son 
wrote  me  from  a  Russian  prison  camp,  begging  that  I  inform  his 
father,  who  had  not  heard  from  him  since  he  was  taken  prisoner, 
that  he  was  alive  and  slowly  recovering  from  a  severe  wound.  He 
also  asked  for  literature  in  the  French  language  to  relieve  the 
tedium  of  his  confinement.    To  both  requests  I  complied,  sending 
