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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
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P H A R M A K O N night oil”, all-night cramming, black coffee, prayers, and a few words that definitely did not go with prayers, we became sophomores. The Second Year Was The Hardest The term sophomore means “wise fool”, as every good Latin scholar knows. We felt like fools all right, but we didn’t feel very wise, as wc attempted to struggle through our second year of school. Without a doubt it was our most difficult year (until we become seniors, that is). E.R.P. and L.R.P. at A.C.P. made L.S. M.F.T. seem like A.B.C. To the best fanagler went the spoils, and even' time you looked on the floor in the balance room, there was the spoiled unknown of someone. We became sensitive to sensitivity, and sensibility definitely did not enhance our ability. Most of us enjoyed Prof. Reed’s qual. course, but like little children who don’t like castor oil, we objected to Prof. Lapetina trying to cram harsh physics down our throats. We told him wc didn’t need it, and probably never would. But, alas, he said although wc might feel like we didn’t need it then, we would feel differently later. He was certainly right. (It came in handy in chem.) On the credit side of the ledger (how did that bookkeeping get in here), there was the Sophomore Sock Hop. Again setting a precedent, we inaugurated this affair to entertain the entire school body. Everyone came dressed as hillbillies, and prizes were given to the man and woman wearing the flashiest pair of socks. An evening of square and round dancing along with refreshments followed, and a dancing good-time was had by all. This year saw the largest enrollment of students at A.C.P. in recent times. As a result the boys’ room was turned into a classroom, and smoking was permitted in the lower hall. This gave the girls an equal opportunity to share cigarette butts from the floor with the boys. (If any of the girls’ mothers should happen to read this — which is doubtful — we’re only kidding.) Gone were ping-pong games, and the outdoor sports become more popular — sometimes more profitable. Basketball and bull sessions also helped pass away the time. Power politics staged between fraternity party candidates and independents replaced the rather quiet elections of our freshman year. After much campaigning and the smoke of battle had cleared, the following members had been elected to head the sophomore class: President, Warren Ilauck; Vice-President, Ray (I grew up under the Brooklyn Bridge) Kramer; Secretary, Lee Tripp; Historian, Eugene (N. Y. U.) Peterson. More quarterlies, more finals, more cram- ming, more prayers, more unprintable words expressed at 3 o’clock in the morning—and then we became happy Juniors. Junior Year Was a “Breeze” If if had not been for Pharmacology, Phar- macognosy, Dispensing Pharmacy, Organic Chem- istry, and Manufacturing Pharmacy, our Junior Year would have been a “breeze”. Thank heaven for Pharmaceutical Economics! What started out as a breeze ended up like a hurricane. Doses, doses, and more doses! In the immortal words of Shakes Peer, “Never before did so many know so little about so much.” WTe were discouraged to find Nineteen
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