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Edward H. Piogman, Jr. PA. 3,. Ply. C., Pb. M. This is the biography of a man, our friend, our professor, one of the faculty of friendly learned men who ate professors at the Cincinnati College of Pharmacy. As it is written, it seems and reads too realistic to be true; yet, as there are wonders of nature in this world of ours, so can there be wonders written of men. Mr. Piogman is not a wonder of the world, but he has risen from the ranks to an admiring height. My narrative has not been written too clearly to reveal his character and his youthful days in the drug store. The apprentices of today are not asked to do in our modern stores what he did in his early years. The future is yet to come, the present is today as I write, the past has gone- it will never return except from the crowded chambers of our memories, bringing back to us the doings of our happy, carefree days of youth. Mr. Plogman remembers, and is happy when his youth returns to him. Therefore, I write of the past, that which shall never return. The month of Aprii, 1899, was on its wane, the seventeenth to be exact, when Edward H. Piogman, Jr., was introduced to the world. He was born to Edward, Sn, and Mary Plogman. Happy was the father when he saw his son with twinkling brown eyes. He had a smile on his face, a smile of pride, when he thought of him, hoping he would make a name for himself in some line of endeavor, which would entirely he of his own choosing. Of Edwanfs boyhood iittle can he said, except that he was spanked when the occasion demanded; ran errands for Mother; played with the gangs, perhaps broke a window now and thene-Father had to enter the altercation with the neigh- bors; probably smoked corn-silk iwhich he now knows as Zea Maysi; and roasted spuds and weenies on the corner lot after dark until Father, tired of calling, decided on action to get him home to supper and then to bed! At six years of age Edward went to school at St. AugustinEs on Bank Street. In the classroom he was quiet, attentive and industrious. He was bright, worked earnestly, received good grades and won the admiration of his teachers. He graduated from St. Augustinek Commercial School at the age of twelve. Old enough to work, Father thought he should go out and scout around for a job. The very next day he was working in F. L. Oswaldis Pharmacy. Picture Edward at work, Scrubbing diligently to clean a mortar of the catmine coloring, or to remove a giycyrrhiza stain. Used prescription bottles were to be scoured, corked, wrapped and stored for future use. The boy had a man-sized job. He opened the store at seven-thirty every morning and worked through until closing time. with the exception of one night a week, which he had free. He Flown 9'! K1
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was an apprentice, and as such he worked. Mr. Oswald permitted him to watch the compounding of the prescriptions but not to interfere. Perhaps Edward gazed fascinatingiy, wishing he could do just as his employer. He was allowed to help when tinctures were to be madeethat is, he washed the stock bottles and probably inwardly rebelled when the Brown Mixture bottle fell in the lot. Not a bottle was refilled until Edward had washed it thtoughly. Constantly in the prescription room, he was an uninvited listener to the conversations between his employer and the be-whisketed, kindly doctors who frequently stopped in to discuss the theraputics of certain drugs, to rely upon him for opinion and to watch him hii the prescriptions, not with suspicion, but with the professional admiration of a colleague. What pride the apprentice Felt when some doctor stroked his head and promised him his prescriptions when he grew to be a man and was a registered pharmacist. The respect and admiration accorded the phar- macists in the early days is in marked contrast to the noticeable absence of the doctors of today from the prescription room! When Edward was thirteen years of age, Mr. Oswald died. Shortiy after- wards the store was bought by a Mr. Schmidt. Frequently Edward would become disgusted when he thought Of the number of hours he worked every day, but he tried to forget it. He worked for Mr. Schmidt for two years. One day 21 Feeling of depression came upon him-the pleasant Spring weather and the thought of being off that evening couid not persuade him to cast off this moode-he quit. Edward felt quite old and grown up that night when he toid his Father he had quit his job. He was sixteen now. Of course, Father was angry, but Eddie argued his point so well that nothing more was said about the matter. it was not long before he was working in another drug store. The store stiii stands, and is managed by the same man and his son. A bright-faced, yet fearful, young man approached Kottefs Drug Store at the Southeast corner of Sixth and Him Streets, hesitated for a moment, and then walked in. A short, kindiy-faced man about forty-five years of age approached him and asked what he wanted. The young man looked up and, without hesitation, inquired about the possibilities of obtaining a job. The man introduced himself as Frederick Kotte, and the youth himself as Edward Piogman. Mt. Kotte, possessing a remarkably keen insight into anothefs character, after a moments study told him to report the next morning at eight. Ed was very happy. He mumbled thanksf, dashed out the door and headed for home and Mother. Here was an opportunity for experience, knowledge and advancement. Kotteis was, and still is, an ethical pharmacy. In nineteen-fourteen, when Edward began working for his new em- ployer, ethical prescriptions were still being written. His desire to study Pharmacy was steadily growing, through his own interest in the profession and the kind encouragement of Mt. Kotte. Edward was of an inquisitive nature. He wanted to know the whys and whetefores of prescriptions-what the therapeutic action of this prescription, of that one, was; why they were filled in the manner in which Mt. Kotte filled them. All of his questions were answered fully and quickly by Mr. Kotte. Five years in the service of Mr. Kotte passed before he entered the Cincinnati College of Pharmacy. which was then located on West Court Street. An expiae Twelve,
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