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Sydenhams chorea

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Those were the days...
« on: November 28, 2012, 01:31:37 AM »
I read this in The Art of Drug Synthesis (Douglas S. Johnson, Jie Jack Li. Wiley 2007), which is an academic treatise on medicinal chemistry:

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2.1 INTRODUCTION

When one treats 1,2,3-trichloropropane with alkali and a little water the reaction is violent;
there is a tendency to deposit the reaction product, the raw materials and the apparatus on
the ceiling and the attending chemist. I solved this by setting up duplicate 12-liter flasks,
each equipped with double reflux condensers and surrounding each with a half dozen large
tubs. In practice, when the reaction took off I would flee through the door or window and
battle the eruption with water from a garden hose. The contents flying from the flasks were
detected by the ceiling and collected under water in the tubs. I used towels to wring out
the contents that separated, shipping the lower layer to [the client]. They complained of
solids suspended in the liquid, but accepted the product and ordered more. I increased the
number of flasks to four, doubled the number of wash tubs, and completed the new order.
They ordered a 55 gallon drum [of the product]. At best, with myself as chemist and supervisor,
I could make a gallon a day, arriving home with skin and lungs saturated with
2,3-dichloropropene. I needed help. An advertisement in the local newspaper resulted in an interview
with a former producer of illicit spirits named Preacher who had just done penance at the
local penitentiary. He listened carefully and approved of my method of production, which he said
might be improved with copper coils. Immediately he began to enlarge our production room by
removing a wall, putting in an extra table, and increasing the number of washtubs and reaction
set-ups. It was amazing to see Preacher in action (I gave him encouragement through the
window); he would walk up the aisles from set-up to set-up putting in first the caustic then
the water, then fastening the rubber stoppers and condenser, then using the hose. At this stage
the room was a swirling mass of steam and 2,3-dichloropropene. We made a vast amount of
material and shipped the complete order to [the client]—on schedule.
(Max Gergel, 1979)

Reading this gave me much pleasure. Good old Preacher, the illicit moonshine distiller, just released from jail, saved the day. How different was the attitude towards this "McGyver" type labwork in those days. I can't imagine such a thing being possible today, not in a Western country anyway.
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Re: Those were the days...
« Reply #1 on: November 29, 2012, 09:04:46 AM »
The quote from Max Gergel is just part of his book Excuse Me Sir, Would You Like to Buy a Kilo of Isopropyl Bromide?. The whole thing is worth reading and available here: hxxp://library.sciencemadness.org/library/books/gergel_isopropyl_bromide.pdf

It has a less good sequel that still has some entertaining parts: The Ageless Gergel hxxp://library.sciencemadness.org/library/books/the_ageless_gergel.pdf

Max Gergel is still alive despite many years of death-defying behavior while running Columbia Organic Chemicals. Sciencemadness member BromicAcid recently got to talk to him. Apparently he is working on a third book.

Max's stories are great fun but I'm glad that his cowboy type isn't in the (Western) chemical industry any more. His employees worked under very hazardous conditions. His business once burned to the ground. He poisoned himself with methyl iodide to the point of delirium. A curious boy was blinded playing with a jar of sodium amide carelessly discarded from his business. His industrial site was heavily contaminated and became an EPA Superfund site in the 1980s. If you count the taxpayer money that went toward cleaning up his toxic mess I'm not sure Columbia Organic Chemicals produced more value than it destroyed. If you're going to cut every corner you should be a one-man outfit working in your basement  ;D

In 30 years you'll probably be able to find similar stories from retired Chinese chemists, if you understand the language. And the Chinese taxpayers will be paying to clean up after their shortcuts.

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Re: Those were the days...
« Reply #2 on: November 30, 2012, 06:09:54 PM »
Sounds like a good read, thanks ;D