Late in the summer of 1894, the Woods started East with the two children, Margaret and Robert, Junior, bound for Berlin.
Chapter Four.
Escapades and Studies in Berlin — Wood Sits In at the Birth of X Rays and Takes to the Air in a Glider
There turned out to be only one water closet in the Leipzig pension where Wood, wife, and babies were to live while he studied chemistry with Ostwald. Moreover, it opened directly off the dining-room! Robert says his father “chose” Harvard for him, and there’s a story that it was Mrs. Wood, influenced by this open plumbing openly arrived at, who “chose” to go on to Berlin.
My own impression is that nobody ever successfully “chose” anything for Wood unless it chanced to coincide with his own choice. Anyhow, wife, babies, bags and baggage, they went to Berlin.
What seems to have first struck and stimulated Robert’s best — or worst — instincts in the German capital was the abundance of signs, placards, and police injunctions indicating that many trivial personal actions, free in democratic countries, were here either forbidden or state controlled. He had known, of course, about the
The first one he saw was over the window of his compartment in a railway coach, framed under glass in a neat oval bronze frame. It read:
DAS HINAUSLEHNEN DES KÖRPER
ASU DEM FENSTER, IST WEGEN
DER DAMIT VERBUNDENEN LEBENS-
GEFAHR STRENGSTEN UNTERSAGT
(“The leaning out of the body out of the window, is on account of the thereby intimately-bound-up-life-danger strengthily undersaid.”)
He improvised a screw driver, removed the placard, frame and all, put it in his pocket, and subsequently hung it in his room, to study the last two words if and when inspiration flagged. He went out and bought boomerangs, and began throwing them. He rolled rocks down neighboring German mountainsides, creating miniature avalanches. He made flights in Lilienthal’s glider. He set up a huge camera in the street and photographed a cesspool pump in action, under the impression, pretended or real, that he was photographing the Berlin Fire Department.
Richard Watson Gilder, then editor of
Robert made up another stanza concerning his own
Our young father of buggy-licensed babies had meanwhile, of course, begun his studies in the chemistry department at the University of Berlin. After some time spent, however, in dull routine and the working out of “some particularly stupid problems,” he began to drift more and more, as he had at Johns Hopkins, into the physics laboratories and lectures, to see what was happening there. Things looked more exciting, and after talking with Professor Rubens, who spoke perfect English, Wood took the plunge: he was definitely tired of physical chemistry and decided that physics would be his field.