Life
Starting in 1873, Goebel studied theology and philosophy, as well as botany with Wilhelm Hofmeister, at the University of Tuebingen. In 1876 he moved to Strasbourg, where he worked with Anton de Bary, and from which he graduated in 1877 with his Ph.D.. In 1878, Goebel became assistant to Julius Sachs, and in 1880 a lecturer at the University of Wuerzburg. In 1881 he became first assistant to August Schenk of the University of Leipzig, then an associate professor at Strasbourg, and 1882 associate professor at the University of Rostock, where in 1884 he founded the botanical garden and a botanical institute. From 1887-1891 he was a professor at Marburg, and from 1891-1931 at the University of Munich, where he laid out the new Botanischer Garten München-Nymphenburg, and served as its first director. In 1885-1886 he undertook research trips to Ceylon and Java, in 1890-1891 Venezuela and then British Guiana.
Goebel was editor of "Flora" from 1889 onwards. In 1892 he became a full member of the Bavarian Academy of Sciences, in 1914 was named a foreign member of the Accademia Nazionale dei Lincei in Rome, and in 1926 was elected to the Royal Society. In 1931, he was awarded the Linnean Medal of the Linnean Society of London.
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