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

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Senior Claste Jnstorp October 21, 1946. That is a date that we shall always remember. For it was on that cool long-ago day that most of us started our climb up that steep rocky road that was to lead to our B.S. degree in pharmacy for most and in medical technology for others. That climb has been a steady, tedious journey with a few stops here and there to catch our breaths, less we collapse before we reach the top. Many have fallen along the wayside for various reasons, but it is gratifying indeed to see that most of us have made it — still in one piece. Now that we are almost on top of the hill, let us take this last time out to revitalize our energy, before plunging madly into final exams, graduation, and state boards. While we are recharging our minds — what is left of them — with all the accumulated facts of four years’ knowledge, let us glance backward once again to that spot at the bottom of the hill where our journey first began. That Freshman Year Ex-servicemen who had come to study under the G.I. (not gastro-intestinal) Bill of Rights, young students of recent high school graduation classes, and a few older men who had worked and saved their money to fulfill educational desires — this was the heterogeneous mass that composed the freshman class on that first day of school in October of ’46. All had one purpose in mind. To graduate cum summa laude or “cum summa haste” with a minimum of studying and a maximum of fanagling was their desire. We were all total strangers at first, but it did not take long for us to form many friendships with our fellow classmates and hardships with our profs. Then there was Dean O’Brien. We came, we saw', and he conquered us with his friendly smile and ever helpful fatherly advice. Certainly we shall always remember him for the encouragement he gave us when we most needed it (which was most of the time). Our first class meeting was held to elect class officers. The election itself was significant, because it was carried out in an orderly manner according to parlia- mentary procedure. Bill (the mustache with a man) Rehberg was elected president; Humbert (the profile) Maggiacomo, vice-president; Lee Tripp, secretary; Eugene Peterson, historian. It was difficult for us to realize that we were now attending a purely professional school, and we yearned for some extra-curricular activity in our school lives. After all, we were just neophytes (nco meaning new, and phyte meaning just what it implies — you’ve got to fight to become a sophomore), and so wc instituted Freshman Week. The staid ole walls of A.C.P. trembled and the founding fathers, were they still around, would no doubt have taken A.P.C.’s at the sight of 120 freshmen marching to classes with huge placards hanging around their necks spelling out the indi- vidual’s name. The week w as climaxed by the very successful Freshman-Get-Together held in the auditorium and gym that Friday evening. Those who attended will recall with pleasant memories the fun and spirit that prevailed that night. Then came, with what seemed like machine gun-like rapidity, the first quarterly exams, mid-terms, third quarterlies, and finals. After much “burning of the mid- Eighteen