A Biography of Dr. John M. Googin - Y-12 National Security ...
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FYI<br />
The extension <strong>of</strong> 9202 was being finished in the<br />
fall <strong>of</strong> ’44 and the crew was being trained. There was<br />
a pleasant new shift supervisor on the evening shift.<br />
He would drop over to the laboratory in the old BT<br />
to discuss how the improved processes were coming<br />
along, and would want to gossip about how the<br />
overall project was going, and was wondering what<br />
an atomic bomb might really look like. He was<br />
interested in having “part” <strong>of</strong> the crew over to his<br />
house for Thanksgiving and Christmas, with drinks<br />
(illegal in town) and conversation. His name was Al<br />
Slack and he, after the war was over, was found to be<br />
a Soviet spy and got thirty years.<br />
There is an interesting story about the head <strong>of</strong><br />
the chemistry department from Brown University.<br />
He was developing new ethers that would extract<br />
uranium as the nitrate, and also have high boiling<br />
points, one being the Dibutyl Carbitol that we still<br />
use. On his first visit to the area he came with his<br />
brief case that doubled as a bar. In the search at the<br />
gate, he was told that he could not come into the<br />
military reservation with his brief case bar. He called<br />
the commanding <strong>of</strong>ficer <strong>of</strong> the area and set down a<br />
rule - no brief case, no visit. He and his brief case<br />
visited. [Ed. note - this is reminiscent <strong>of</strong> the story<br />
about Charles Steinmetz and his cigar (“No smoke,<br />
no Steinmetz”)]<br />
There were a lot <strong>of</strong> people from all parts <strong>of</strong> the<br />
project in the dormitories. The usual conversations<br />
gave continued information about scattered details <strong>of</strong><br />
the project which could be put together. Before long<br />
the nature <strong>of</strong> the progress being made was obvious<br />
to many <strong>of</strong> those who worked at the technical level<br />
<strong>of</strong> the project.<br />
FYI 48<br />
At the dormitory there was an interesting engineer<br />
in the next room named Joe. He was short and<br />
round and sixtyish and liked to stay up late to talk.<br />
He was interested in things technical, especially the<br />
technology <strong>of</strong> filtration systems. It seems that he had<br />
been a representative <strong>of</strong> the Oliver United Co in<br />
filter sales and technical service to the sugar industry<br />
involving both beets in North America and cane in<br />
South and Central America. He was full <strong>of</strong> the tales<br />
<strong>of</strong> how, in the course <strong>of</strong> his activities, he got involved<br />
in dealing with complex technical problems in the<br />
industry and even got involved in helping solve a<br />
Central American revolution or two. Most <strong>of</strong> what<br />
he said made technical and historical sense. A lot<br />
about filtration technology was learned. A lot was<br />
learned about the Alpha Calutron units and their<br />
vacuum- tank face-plate problems along the way.<br />
It was also obvious that Joe was angry at his old<br />
company for some reason and did not want them to<br />
know where he was. A secret city seemed to fit the<br />
bill for him to hide in. After the war he was going to<br />
retire to his cabin in the Rocky Mountains above<br />
Trinidad, Colorado.<br />
There was a need for a filter, and one <strong>of</strong> those<br />
contacted was a sales person for Oliver United.<br />
During the conversation he was asked if an interesting<br />
person named Joseph Valentine Zentherfer might<br />
mean something to him. He was visibly taken aback<br />
and said that the man was a legend and the things<br />
that he had done <strong>of</strong>ten seemed to have been the<br />
impossible. The sales person wanted to know where<br />
Joe was, and was told that it was not possible to say.<br />
A few weeks later a personal letter from the president<br />
<strong>of</strong> Oliver United was received for delivery to<br />
Joe. The content and effect <strong>of</strong> the letter were never<br />
revealed.