February 1, 1945
I enclose some stamps, in case that you are out of them.
This morning I went out to see Keidelberger, who is the same as ever. He is a generous person — he got his wife to agree to stay home from the Budapest Quartet concert so that I could use her ticket, but I refused. Someone told me that H., who is an ardent stamp collector, sold his collection a few years ago to give the money to a friend in trouble.
I also interviewed a Guggenheim applicant, Chargaff (not American born). He wants to write a book, and he complained that American publishers won't advance him $2000 the way Springer in Germany would have, and that American foundations never give money without strings attached. [sketch of a right hand giving the "thumbs down" sign]
Then I had luncheon with Warren Weaver. He said that he has a deep-seated suspicion of a certain Goetz [?], and he asked if I knew about skullduggery regarding some funds some years ago — the R.F. decided not to cause a scandal. Then he suggested to me that at its December 1945 meeting the F
would be pleased to consider an application for a large sum of money to be expended on protein research over a long period!
On leaving I saw the name George W Gray and his room number, and I asked to see him, so that could report to you — but unfortunately he was out.
I then went to Censorship, and fooled around all afternoon, together with Robley Evans! We had a good time. He is working on blood, too — preservation of whole blood.
I talked with Weaver about Cohn's interference with our plasma substitute — Warren started the conversation, by asking if I knew about Jack William's troubles. He discussed the question of what makes Cohn behave in this way — and said that he was afraid that Cohn's efforts to make himself the scientific hero of the war would in the long run cost him a great deal!
I still have a bit of soreness in my throat and ear, but my cold hasn't developed.
Nine more nights to go (no more, I hope — though I haven't reservations back yet!). I love you.