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

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Senior Class History June has a way of coining around every year and with it comes graduation. People get their pictures taken wearing cap and gown and what they hope is an academic expression, broad hints are dropped as to what rewards will be suitable to commemorate the great occasion, and, with the express purpose of giving the seniors a collective lump in the throat some twrenty years hence, somebody w'rites a class history that goes like this:— Unlike other classes, ’48 cannot name any one year as its first at A.C.P. Many of the veterans who joined us in February, August and October of 1946 resumed their studies after absences of as long as five years. Another faction consists of transfers from other colleges. Perhaps the group which might be considered the nucleus is the eleven who started on the accelerated course in July 1945. This was way back when:— 306 held the entire student body for seminars and new-comers introduced them- selves individually to the rest of the college . . . darts and ping pong w'ere rampant on a field of smoke in the “Boys’ Lounge” (room 104 to freshmen) ... a Com- parative Anatomy class was touring the spinal chord of the cat . . . and, wonder of wonders, nobody had to double up on lockers. The one big event which that year brings to mind is the trip to Kingston via the Day Line, witness the many snapshots. It was in the summer of 1946 that we really got to know' each other as a class. The final eight weeks of the summer session proved that going to school in the summer, something new for some of us, could really be loads of fun instead of the drudgery we had imagined it to be. With Dr. Dwyer as our guide, several safaris were made into the jungles beyond C.B.A. to investigate the flora of the famous region. Our findings? With botanists who know botany best, it’s burdocks all over the place. In October A.C.P. held a clambake in Schenectady which was well attended, especially by the Junior clam-lovers. It is prosaic to say that everyone had a w-on- derful time. The clams were delicious, the weather was ideal for a softball game and the bonfire built after dark added just the right note of cheerfulness to an almost perfect day. The Juniors began Organic chemistry that year. To many it was like alphabet soup with an overwhelming majority of “C’s” and “H’s”. From the lab strange smells emanated and a green spot appeared on the ceiling over Lou Rosano’s desk. In Materia Medica, we received our w'eeklv samples of crude drugs to carry home where highly suspicious landladies or relatives eyed them with apprehension. Doses loomed large and important on our horizon this year. April saw the arrival of the new U.S.P.’s and we realized that we were now the most wretched of classes, trapped between U.S.P., XII and XIII and responsible for everything. However, nothing daunted, we went ahead with plans for our Junior Prom which was held in May at the DeWitt Clinton Hotel. Open to the entire student body, the T wenty

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Crystal Room was filled with the swirl of the many pretty, multicolored spring formals that dotted the dance floor with their handsome escorts in tuxes or white dinner coats. June brought exams and the fact that we were now lordly (?) seniors. An impromptu celebration of this momentous occasion was held on the last day of school. Invitations to the ladies were formally printed on a paper napkin and delivered to them through the open window of Tom Hanley’s car. They accepted and joined the party which proved such a success that many delayed taking the homeward bound trains they were supposed to. School opened early in September this year with the promise of finishing in May and graduating early in June. Some of the fellows had married during the summer, but otherwise the class had not changed, except for the return of Vince Grifo and A1 Felurcn from the service. At present, plans are being made for our trip to Indianapolis at the very kind invitation of the Eli Lilly Co. Most of the seniors and many of the juniors expect to make the trip. With the end of our college years almost in sight, a sense of the sadness that surrounds every leave-taking is borne in upon us. We realize that the time spent and the associations formed here will always be an integral part of our lives. It is with this thought that we leave A.C.P. H. D. S. Class Officers Wii.i.iam Thyne...........................................President Charles DeChristopher ..... Vice-President Mary Murpiiy ........ Secretary Helen Simkins ........ Historian Jane Clark ........ Treasurer T wenty-one