Frank C. Whitmore - American Chemical Society

American Chemical Society

Whitmore was very active in the American Chemical Society (ACS), holding several different offices in the organization throughout his life. In 1938, he served as president of ACS. During his presidency, he visited 72 of 104 local ACS sections. In 1937, Whitmore won the prized William H. Nichols Medal, awarded by the New York section of ACS. In 1945, Whitmore was awarded the Willard Gibbs Medal (considered to be the highest chemical honor in America) by the Chicago section of ACS.

Whitmore rarely slept. It was not rare for him work twenty hours a day, and take one hour naps when he was tired.

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