Columbia University College of Pharmacy - Apothekan Yearbook (New York, NY)

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n The last time around and we make the most of it. Even- graduate has a lump in his throat, but we ' ve complained so much that nobody has guts enough to admit it. Alumni night a heart rendering collec- tion of tearful old grads as Drs. Brown and Hart are retiring after over four decades of teach- ing. All strings are off, and the class, previously dignified and sort of retiring, moves out of its collective shell. All hell breaks loose and we horse around with everybody. It was a great time, we had, wasn ' t it? All of a sudden, nobody wants to leave, but DER TAG finally arrives. Who ' s donating money to new building? Great discussion of reciprocity begins; if State Boards don ' t know what ' s what, how can we? Bring 137 spatulas, 72 Reming- tons, etc. to practicals, warns Joe. How can we get residence in Montana? Senior Day. The contribution of the Class of ' 56 to tradition: Banging locker doors even ' Friday P.M. A new- Law prof, from the south who marks backwards. Clay gets tired and calls on assistants to lecture and shows movies in lab. Louie gets new energy and the formulas get longer. So do the lectures. The Ugly Man ' s Ball. Only 3 or 4 guys come down to 9 A.M. Law classes. Poor little white rats get clobbered. White lab coats sprout wild sayings on the back, as Senior class gets a sandwich-man effect. New- Librarian can ' t take it and gets sick. C.U.C.P. is Love. The Prom. Who ' s got the troches from set 3c? The Devil ' s juice we drink after the senior show- makes certain instructors be- come photographers. Over and out.

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SENIOR Same blackboards but a new plaid one added . . . the piano disappears ... 146 to go .. . Louie is ill, and Dr. Clay takes over all the lectures as Core comes to CUCP ... all the notes mixed up ... a French import makes a hit for a while . . . the inquisition begins in Pcol Cosmetics, and 10 of us almost break our legs sliding over shampooed floors ... a chance for revenge, as we so- phisticated seniors mess up Bill Weingold ' s lab . . . the Dean returns from Formosa . . . after all those organic and pharma- cog. exams, we get a rest and nobody studies any more . . . birthday parties in Chem. lab . . . the president gets a heart attack and we all stop to reflect for a moment . . . will the year ever end? . . . nobody ' s going to be a Pharmacist anymore — we now have 40 prospective pharmacologists, 30 future den- tists, 18 physicians, and only 3 druggists in the class and all of them are practicing the Ger- man they learned at NYU over the summer... a parking ticket is given and the class passes the derby, but M.M. refuses pay- ment, although he promises class 2 points on the next exam (and boy, did we need them!) . . . Jim Woods, ancient care- taker, passes away, and so does husband of the sandwich lady . . . we offer to give school a clock for lecture hall, because some profs don ' t know first bell from the second . . . we ' re so weary of finals it hurts, but we all get through . . . Chicago, here we come! Lucy W. Clausen Frank Duckworth Lewis N. Brown Michael M. Clay Fanchon Hart Abraham Taub

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CLASS PROCEDURE: Cards, spotless and loaded dice, scrab- ble, flavored hair tonic, cough medicine, Grandma ' s swingin ' , no sleep, blackmail pictures and then Indianapolis. A new caution in official compendia submitted by Alvin Golub: Never arouse, by vigor- ous shaking, a barbiturate taker. One good blow on the jaw may result. Ask the conductor. A hockey game, southern fried chicken, and then the calling of long lost cousins and friends, followed by a long line of chauffered Cadillacs in front of the Sheraton-Lincoln. Dick Soloway started counting the days. Good morning, it is now 7:00 A.M. How we soon came to despise this early morning greeting, so often followed by This is Mr. Baloon; the buses are waiting. Tired as we were, we were completely overwhelmed by machines that turned out millions of di and tri colored capsules, sealed ampules, and folded boxes, as well as by the results of Pharmacy in action. NOTE: Carry clothes pins when passing insulin and antibiotic sections. Liver . . . ugh! A song test and banquet which ended with the presentation of a scroll to Eli Lilly, a small speech by Dr. Weingold and the sweet refrains of Old Black Joe and Lucy ' s oldsmobile, then off to die night spots in town. Some of the heartier souls went to the follies and gave out with one big For he ' s a Horse ' s A . Roy Kuramoto ' s theme song . . . Hearts and Flowers. The evening soon ended and found many of us again standing in line. Jack Zweig certainly has a heart of gold.