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

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wiivmiTy courses The so-called university courses that are included in our curriculum are designed to create that mythical creature known as the well rounded professional man. Sad to say, the sandpapering process is tough on all concerned and the resulting product is not so much well rounded as slightly chipped. Our first encounter in the cultural realm was with the intense Mr. Stern (Fritzie to you) . His object: To develop our somewhat limited historical knowledge as a key to an under- standing of present day civilization. The means: Two back-breaking volumes containing what seemed like the complete output of every writer from Aristotle to Zola. The result: A growing doubt of our ability to cope with, much less understand, present day civilization. It was in this course that Benny Harrison first demonstrated his unique talents as an orator. DR. DE GROOT MR. HOFFMAN Also included under the name of culture was the determined attempt by the ever-correct Dr. de Groot to ground us in the fundamentals of proper English prose. To prove our writing ability we were required to compose a term theme complete with title page, sentence outline, reference cards, bibliography, and the marks obtained by the upper classmen on previous submissions of the opus. The only unworried student was Jerry Berger who had the good sense to marry an English teacher before he took the course. During this same period of disorder, the wonders of trigonometry and intergral calculus were introduced to us by the young personable Mr. ' Hoffman. So fascinating were his lec- tures that Louise, Hilda, and the rest of the female contingent rarely missed one of his lec- tures. He led us like little children through an intricate but orderly world of cosines, slopes, and variables. About all that most of us obtained from this journey was a hazy impression that a triangle should have three sides and a happy feeling that it would never darken our door again. In our sophomore year came physics and the incomparable Dr. Farwell. In comparison with Dr. Farwell ' s miraculous experiments, Alice ' s adventures in Wonderland had all the thrill of a Sunday stroll through the park. For 27 years Dr. Farwell reigned in his push-button heaven where a click of a switch closes the doors, pulls down the blinds, and starts the lions roaring. During the lecture, lights flashed, galvinometers moved, weights fell, and (some students swear) ghosts walked. What a lab course! It took a short two hours to perform the experiments and a gruel- ling six: hours to figure them out. Every Wednesday morning, sure as sin and twice as deadly, came Dr. Farwell ' s quizs. Einstein could have figured out the answers in three hours. They gave us 30 minutes. The marks were recorded on a multi-colored curve which usually showed a sudden fatal drop towards the end. Despite continuous bombardment the hoodlums from 68th Street came through with flying colors. Thus ended the collegiate part of our curriculum. Though we may have gained only a nodding acquaintance with Charlamagne and small ability to trade terms with a physicist, our degree now means that we know about something else besides successful prescription compounding.