A "bodi of pharmacologifts".

Abstract

Some time ago, while attending an international gathering of pharmacologists, my mind, such as it is, slipped gear during a rather vociferous but tedious question and answer period and registered yet again the diverse nature of my fellow scientists. They ran the gamut from beardless (almost) striplings to the gray‐haired sage, the natty dresser to the wearer of the stained frock coat, and the “sweet young thing” to those of more mature vintage. I posed (silently, of course, because the chairman was speaking) the rhetorical questions: “Could all these people really be of similar ilk?” “Could they all really be pharmacologists?”