Columbia University College of Pharmacy - Apothekan Yearbook (New York, NY)

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attached the suction pumps to the gas jets, causing the phenomenon of burning water, and smeared capsicum on the tip of his water bottle, which made him the victor of every water bot- tle war. Oiir senior year was a year of triumph for Vic Lewitus, who rose from obscurity. Mr. P ' s five minutes amounted to nothing as com- pared to being thrown out of Mr. Lewitus ' class. Grandpa, how did anybody get back to Mr. Lewitus class? All you did was to go to Equity and if you had clean hands you were readmitted. Is that all. Grandpa? That s all 1 can think of right now, but—. Didn t you have any dances while you were at school? Why yes, our Prom, held, if I recollect correctly, at the Hotel Ambassador, on March 12, of the same year. We enjoyed ourselves immensely, and the memories of that evening still linger on. I never saw so many beautiful women in all my life as 1 did I hat night. Did you meet Grandma there? ' Now now, children, to bed. REBELLION OF THE SENIOR CLASS We have heard of the New Deal Expounded by our Dean with zeal. New Deals may be good for nations But when it deals with education It means that our life at college Will merely be to cram in knowledge. Where before we ambled by Never with a thought to try Any studying until the day Finals came around in May. Now each week there is a test To see who can remember best. Assays, formulas, and such— Well rebel, cause that s too much. We should hold a demonstration To set aside this innovation And in closing just one sigh For the good old days gone by. » 26

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required to tret up to the fifth floor lor a lesson in the art of manufacturing. On one ol these particular occasions, our tirerl minds ana tired bodies met an irreducible sub- stance. Naturally and without malice we looked for an easy way out. This irrc-i l ible-substance was metallic mercury which had to be incorporated into a mass. The easy way out was a few turns of the pestle and a flip of the mortar which sent the excess mercury down the sink. Another incident that is worthy of mention occurred during our sophomore year. We were notified by the Pharmacy Department to be ready to take an examination covering the contents of the Art of Compounding. As usual, most of us decided on the night before as the time for studying. But, as fate woidd have it. some of us who resided in the Bronx, were destined to cram by candle light, for the power plant had broken down. So you see Abe Lincoln had nothing on us. Grandpa, tell us the funny stories, you know, the ones like Professor H. Taub used to tell you. Well, since you insist, here is one I recall about our English instructor. One day. while attending one of his lectures the class was exceedingly mischiev- ous. The instructor had his back turned to us busily writing on the blackboard. All of a sudden, from the far corner of the room, the twang of a rubber band was heard, and a juicy spitball landed kerplunk on the back of the instructor s head. Above the uproar of the class could be heard the faint mutterings and sputterings ol .ome outside. Ill fight each and every one of you. Then there was the incident that occurred in Central Park in which the Optimistic Pat took a very active part. Following one of our long sessions in the Botany Lab. we decided to get some air. and wound up in the monkey house. Looking at these primates we laughed, but little did we realize that they too were enjoying the scene. One Orang-Outang. however, was disdainful. Tne Simian reared back on bis haunches and carefully spewed forth a torrent of saliva. Pat s right arm went up to the side of his face, he glanced ceilingwards, saw that it couldn t be raining, and then decided it was Irom the Orang-Outang. In our junior year. Mr. P s quiz classes in physiology provided the source of a good deal of our entertainment. There was the time when the question arose as to the meaning of the word chyme. Mort. wbo was so questioned, blurted out without thinking of the consequences, chyme marches on. He got the usual five minutes. Humor blazed forth in the form of a misdirected hotfoot in Professor Lascoff s Eco. Class, due to Rock s desire to relieve the monot- ony. Tbe lighted match never reached its des- tination, but fell to the floor and kindled some scrap papers. The blaze was smothered but a haze filled the room. Our Prof, did not get peeved as might be expected. He calmly said, there is a pyromaniac loose, but babies must play, and con- tinued with his lecture on fire insurance. This blazing humor, which continued in the Chem. Lab. was soon extinguished by Doc ' Lieb- crman. Only the humor of one member of the class remained unquenched. That was Mel who thbt nirrr

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COLLEGE CLASS HISTORY • H€VH OFf FIRST YEAR Some ninety odd students gathered together in the lecture hall one day in September, 1955, ready to emhark on a new adventure, Pharmacy. These young men and women knew that the going would he hard; some were to despair and drop out after a few weeks, others to fail, hut the majority were to persevere and graduate. Our first few days were filled with awe and wonder. There were stark silent laboratories con- taining the mysteries of chemistry and botany. microscopes which revealed uncanny new worlds to us and professors whose voices had strange anesthetic properties. We were in a scientific wonderland of mystery and adventure. Election of class officers resulted in the selection of the following: Irving Markowilz. President; Arnold Goodman, Vice-President; Mary Pittaro, Secretary. Soon came the mid-semesters and we met the emergency by cramming. It worked well. Cramming enabled us to absorb useless information in such a way that it could be easily forgotten a few hours after the exams. At this time. Wolf and Powders indulged in their favorite indoor sports, marble rolling and hair clipping. The victims of their activities were Professor Brown and Li ' I Tisch. respectively. The mid-years brought more cramming, followed by games and dances which brought us up to the second mid-semesters and then our finals. A week later we were at the college dance held at the Hotel Park Central ' s Florentine Room, where we bad a ripping good time. The evening over, we boys and girls waved goodbye and promised to see each other again soon. SECOND YEAR Summer passed swiftly and the class was together once more all looking fit, except for Tonick who had a little less hair on his head. That year, with our courses in M T ke. and Mac, Physiology and Microbiology, was a bit more interesting. In a short time we were well rooted in our work, in fact we were rooted, barked, leaved, twigged, stemmed and rhizomed. Heretofore when one had a cold it was a cold and that was all. but. after taking physiology when one had a cold it was really serious. The serous membranes had stopped secreting, there was friction, reddening and everything. With microbiology we were constantly on guard against contamination by bacilli and worms of all sorts. It was a constant nightmare. The year was more exacting, in fact so exacting, that several of the boys stopped going to Minsky ' s and went to class. However, some of the more chronic patrons ab-