Albany College of Pharmacy - Alembic Yearbook (Albany, NY)

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Alembic Mentor Claste £$tll We, the Class of January, ’43 do hereby bequeath the following heirlooms to those who follow in our wake! ! To John Beeble, Bernard Goldberg leaves his upper hand with the women. To Prentiss Derringer, Walt Weltzien leaves his excess vitality. To Louis Fratto, Frank de Qucvedo leaves his bottle-spacer. To George George, Gerry Howard leaves her aggressiveness. To William Globerson, Sol Potosky leaves his advanced knowledge in Prof. Hanmer’s courses. To Tom Hanley, Ed Crandall leaves his bed in Micro-biology. To Edwin Hunting, Sister Mary Eugenia leaves her scholastic average. To Peg Israel, June Turner leaves her hard-boiled efficiencies. To Mary Knapp, Jake Epstein leaves his habitual tardiness. To Dick Major, Arnie Shapiro leaves his bottle of specially prepared liquid petrolatum with which to coat pills. To Joe Palisi, Fran Conroy leaves his “never fail” laboratory technique. To Tom Pitts, Ed Karuzas leaves his playful antics. To Ida Rickey, Allan MacCollam leaves his golden voice. To Paul Rinaldi, Tom Young leaves his advanced studies in math. To Morris Silverman, Leo Katzman leaves his prowess as a softball pitcher. To Jerome Stepner, Dick Phalen leaves his excess weight. To Edward Sternfcld, Walt Henning leaves his early morning chats with the profs. To Frank Sweeney, Russ Denegar leaves his position in the Pharmacy depart- ment. To Nathan Werlin, Joe Verrastro leaves his contract with “Lucky” Teeter. To Leonard Westerman, Pete Savage leaves his familiar stogie. In fond and loving memory of those who come after us, we do hereby witness the above will. Class of January, ’43 Twenty-six

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$f)armakon WALTER F. WELTZIEN “Walt” “A sunny nature; a trusty friend.” Newburgh New York Bowling (2, 3, 4) ; Basketball (3, 4) ; Intra mural Basketball (2, 3, 4) ; Camera Club (2, 3, 4); Soft Ball (4); Yearbook Staff (4). THOMAS H. YOUNG “Tom” “A little nonsense now and then, is relished by the best of men.” East Greenbush New York Bowling (3, 4) ; Student Council (3) ; Soft Ball (4) ; Class Vice-President (3) ; Basketball (3, 4) ; Freshman Dance Committee; Class Treasurer (1) ; Junior Dance Committee; Senior Ring Com- mittee. Pvt. Richard G. Scheutzow The class basketball team hasn’t won a game since he left; the bowling team remembers him by maintaining the winning pace he helped to set. He was with us for two years .... an athlete and a leader among his classmates .... the first in his school to be called to the colors, and although he will not be graduated with us, he was, and, to us, always will be one of the finest members of the class of ’43. It is only right that we, the class of ’43, make a place for him in our yearbook and pay tribute to a real man and a good soldier .... Twenty-five

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 9f)armakan $ropfjet is pntf)etic Prophets are born, not made; that’s what I used to think, but it seems that editorial personalities can make them, for that’s what has been done. Well, it’s interesting to conjecture about the future, especially one’s neighbor’s future. If Hymie So ’n So has been the type one could never “take to,” a.prophet is privileged to wed him to a wife who serves cold gravy, for example. But in the Class of ’43 we have no Hymie’s. My problem now seems to be one of securing assistance in visualizing about ten years hence, my fond colleagues—what a powerful imagina- tion to see “The Weltz” who is of stately stature, sophisticated and soundly settled to a serious serenity, for instance. Well, standing before a drug store looking at the pretty colored solutions in those ornate glass containers will get me nowhere, fast. Hmmmm—I have often wondered just what good they were besides being decorative when the proprietor is at a loss for ideas on window schemes. Looking in crystals and the like sort of goes without prophesying .... maybe if I concentrate long enough and look into these fantastic articles .... that’s worth trying! Believe it or not, I’m seeing things. (True, say you). A car just pulled up before a modernistic little structure .... it’s June E. stepping forth and waving goodbye to Bob as he drives away. An illuminated sigh evidences that June has made famous her lemon cream. It, plus other originals are manufactured here and by the appearance of the “Before’s” and “After’s”, she is making over her customers with facials and those myriad hair-do’s of w'hich she is the model. Thank goodness! If June ever saw the narrow escape her husband just had: a Pepsicola truck, too intent on relieving suffering humanity almost made Bob’s car look as if it were trying to fit into a five foot parking space. Francis Conroy is behind the wheel in the truck. I guess he’s sacrificing his planned career to slake thirsts, (pri- marily his own). Points north .... Goldberg Landing .... I always thought it wras Bolton .... no the sign reads Goldberg Landing. Little wonder! Versatile ambitions such as his could never be confined to a corner drug store. What a colony; villa, restaurant, bathing beach, general store not to mention a pharmacy which Peggy manages very nicely. (While passing through Amsterdam, no indications of Karuzas???) Richfield Springs—I can’t say North, South, East or West; I don’t know; but there it is, and there he is! I’ll read the revealing display: “Sav- age Soothing Sulfur Springs” featuring “Crandall’s Convalescent Crystals”. The inseparable duo are still inseparable. Now' wouldn’t you think that after Pete’s course in English he’d know enough to put his name in the possessive case? Do you wrant to frighten clients away, Pete? Savage Soothing sounds rather paradoxi- cal. I’m glad he has had success though, since the valet can shampoo those trans- lucent specs. Never fear, we can still identify him; the inevitable stogey is still clenched between his teeth, politician fashion. (Incidentally, he’s a political boss —merely a side issue). No mistaking Albany, especially with such landmarks as A. C. P. looming. Nothing like reminiscing with former associates. There’s Doctor ---- or is it? Familiar countenance, no doubt, but not one of our former professor’s. Too true, it’s Twenty-seven