ABSTRACT
When I was born my father was already 36, and by the time I had much awareness of his professional activities he was well into his 40s. I have vague memories of his commuting to Washington during the first world war on war work, but most of my memories postdate that war. So any personal knowledge is only of the latter half of his career when he was already a substantial figure, in the eyes both of psychology and of his bathroom scales. I must rely on printed sources and family legends for his early days.
