My sixty years with The American Physical Society

In the year 1913, the last of the Golden Years before the first of the great convulsions that have afflicted the twentieth century, I was a graduate student at the University of Chicago. I was a Chicagoan by birth, and my parents and I lived about a mile from the University. This geographical accident was what caused me to be enrolled in a University having one of the strongest, perhaps indeed the strongest, of departments of physics in the country. No such circumstance was responsible for the presence of another graduate student of physics, Yoshio Ishida, whose name discloses his native land. I wish I knew why he had chosen the University of Chicago: probably his choice is proof that it had already a high reputation overseas.

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