Again, again & again the telephone on Professor Harold Clayton Urey's littered desk rang one afternoon last week. "Thank you," said Dr. Urey to friends, students, colleagues. "Thank you....Thank you....Thank you." Someone brought into his office on Columbia University's campus a woodcock captured on a windowsill of the chemistry building. Dr. Urey suggested the bird be taken out of the city and freed in the woods. He was in a jovial mood. Word had just arrived from Stockholm that he had been awarded the 1934 Nobel Prize for Chemistry.
Dr. Urey, 41,...
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