Crusty old Louis Ernst Schmidt likes his reputation as a terrible-tempered man. But this week, portly, pink-cheeked Dr. Schmidt was basking in a Sabbathlike calm. It was the physician's 80th birthday, and a delegation of colleagues turned up, first to give him a reception at Northwestern's medical school library and then a banquet at Chicago's Drake Hotel.
"I hope this brings in some cigars," Dr. Schmidt cracked. "I'm down to my last thousand." As one of the nation's leading urologists and one of its most effective crusaders against venereal diseases, Dr. Schmidt would...
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