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

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aiemtuc ifoffitra (EolUge ifempHtrai, Nw fork t t t To my friends of '43:- I deeply appreciate the great honor the dedication of this, your year book, your request for a message from me. you have done me I am humbled by in ) 1 ) As a class you have already shown a great deal of courage and adaptability. You have had to adjust yourselves to many changes in your school life. Nov you are being called upon to adjust your whole life to a grim task:- the task of once again fighting to preserve our national heritage. For you, this means temporarily setting aside your individual hopes and plans so that your lives may be devoted to our national task. You must adjust your thinking' away from individual hopes and aspirations, toward a united effort. An effort that will call for even greater adaptability than you have shown thus far. Frequently your new assignments will seem trivial and insigni- ficant. But let me adapt one of my favorite teachings to your new way of life:- An effort can be no more significant than that of the least significant individual taking part in that effort. Go out into your new world with certainty and with coui age. I pray that you may all soon return to work out the hopes and plans which you are now laying aside and that you will remember your days at the Albany College of Pharmacy among the happier days of your life. C-od bless you. } 1 T hirty

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$f)armafeon both rush to the door at Mac’s approach (Henning is still no further than the lift to his elbow). It seems that they can’t just get the public’s confidence. Statistics show that out of fifty patrons on the opening day a mortality of only thirty was in evidence, too. Puzzling, isn’t it? After all their work on patenting a zipper suture. Never mind, give Karuzas a piano and he’ll keep rich in its “notes”. All aboard! We’re nearing the big city and . . . we’re in it. Broadway, and a peck into Mindy’s restaurant may make one feel as if he were really eating those juicy steaks, especially those coming up on the forks of Lee Katzman and Arnie Shapiro. Arnic’s editorial work on math books must be merely a hobby since he and Lee are professional research men . . . they search, and not finding, research, and so goes their day. Just now, Arnie is searching for coins to pay his dinner ticket, and, not finding, Lee is researching, and he seems to find only a handful of dust in his pocket . . . this is so pitiful . . . Such a predicament for two citizens to be in. Quickly away I would like to be, and so I am. I’d like to see how Frankie de Quevedo is faring, but I suppose this is too much for which to hope . . . bright idea . . . the scene is passing the harbor (at my request). A little more concentration may board me on the U. S. Navy ship. What powers! I’m out on the blue deep and in the ship. Heavens! There’s much need to be affrighted. The crew' seems neglectful of their duty for a spectacular per- former, to say the least. Around flits “The Weltz,” doing some hornpipe or other, the “Wcltzien Way.” I knew I couldn’t find him subdued, even in that handsome garb of Uncle Sam’s blue and white. However, his bouncing does not lastingly disturb his ever-retrievable deliberative calmness of manner . . . and toward me he comes, placid depitc the fact that he still has to take his “practicals” and still lacks two years’ experience. True to form, he’s betting me a lolly-pop that I can’t find Frankie. I assure him that the bet is on, provided the pop is “cold.” Glad I’m aboard. I always did w'ant to see a plane land on a ship and here’s one nowr. Good pilot, nice landing. Bring me the bet, Walt . . . it’s Frankie and none other. He’s in a cockpit instead of over a mortar and pestle. The explanation seems to be that Frankie was taking his work too seriously, and Frankie’s Papa wranted him to have some diversion. Now Frankie’s Papa’s problem is that Frankie is having too much diversion and stubborn-like refuses to work for his Papa, even lightly. Undaunted, Walt issues a “cold” pop which is cherry flavor, and since that flavor is my favorite dislike, I readily take on another bet of a lime lolly pop that I won’t find Young and Verrastro. To be truthful, I have about given up in regard to these two. I’ve been keen at reading signs and concentrating, but of no avail. Besides Walt assures me that I’d never suspect such a change as the years have wrought, so I give up. He then informs me that he one day came upon the most peaceful domestic scene he has ever seen. There were chickens, dogs and cats, etc., running around the back yard, a radio blasted within, and a lovely young girl pointed to her husband on the front porch. It w'as Tom, unmistakably so, since as usual he was attempting to convince someone . . . and the someone was Joe Verrastro . . . and the subject of convincement was that Joe too should approach the altar to establish the equilibrium of their already formed pharmacal partnership. And like all “made” prophets I can do as I please, so I’ll leave Tom on the porch, Walt on the ocean and Frankie in the air, ’cause it’s midnight and I’m tired. Twenty-nine

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) Ijarmafeon Thirty-one