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

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And then there were those who could never locate their desks in the laboratory because of the mass of hair hanging over their eyes; who forgot to put blades in their razors when shaving; who wore luminous purple ties with green sport. shirts under laboratory jackets stained with portions of the prescriptions of the ages and those who thought that compounding talent was measured in terms of the number of pieces of dirty equipment strewn over the desk top. Lecture periods were additional sources of revelation and grey hair. I could never quite shake the feeling that Baskin knew the answers to the myriad questions he asked nor could I decide whether Kaufman ' s grin was a salute or a silent Bronx cheer. Trobitzen and Dimendberg were forever dashing into class ten minutes after the bell, whereupon the former would begin copying notes from some previous lecture and the latter would promptly fall asleep. The remaining portion of ' each lecture for the balance of the year was devoted to the continuous struggle over the techniques involved in the various medication forms and the intricacies of incompatibilities sea- soned with discussions on the great need for proper professional conduct in pharmacy and attempts at convincing Posner that fifty cents was an inadequate price for I 00 suppositories. It was gratifying to see the gradual change which took place in the class which resulted in the emergence of students who could be considered as capable representatives of our college in the profession of pharmacy. I knew the turning point had been reached when the typical comment changed from, But that ' s not the way my boss does it in the store to All right, I ' ll do it your way . . . here. How could I have ever enter- tained any doubts about a class which was capable of such great progress in such a short span of time! Looking back over the few short years of our association together I can think of many pleasant reminiscences that will have a lasting place in my memories. From start to finish, it was a sincere pleasure to have known the members of the Class of 1 952. May the many enterprises you success- fully undertook at C.U.C.P. carry forward with you to many years of con- tinuous good fortune and happiness in pharmacy.

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is not the choicest academic assignment, but he is glad to say that it has its compensations. To him comes, instead of prettily disguised phials of HgCk a cheerful invitation to have his picture taken — FREE, for nothing — not by lethal radium rays, but by harmless actinic rays that show the dimples. Surely, classwork is short; friendship is long. To all seventy-six students of the Class of ' 52 (I take no note of casual- ties, few or many) I extend my heartiest wishes for a long, profitable, and gratifying career in pharmacy — one of the great professions. May your customers never have to say: Morituri te salutamus (underscore foreign words for italics). The Class of 1952 and I met for the first time in the Dispensing I. arena. Two years of combat at C.U.C.P. had made seasoned veterans of the survivors of the group and from the sound of the first bell on it was touch and go as to who would emerge the victor. The class was fully pre- pared to do battle and was led in each foray by General Scherman who conducted such intricate maneuvers as presenting my new-born son with a Defense Bond just as I was about to pass out the papers for the first examination. Would I ever be able to help make good pharmacists from raw material such as confronted me? In the Dispensing Laboratory, the class contributed to the melee by presenting me with students who were still preparing products for Tech. II.; who prepared ointments on the desk tops instead of a slab; who devel- oped fainting spells whenever a troche prescription appeared; who kept insisting that a pretzel shaped suppository was an acceptable form; who used the sweat from their brows as an excipient for tablet triturates; who chose incineration as the correct procedure for preparing ointments; who conformed to the rule of never leaving unlabeled prescriptions on the desk top by hiding them in the trash drawers; who thought nothing of heating liquids in graduates over a direct flame or treating a delicate prescription balance like a playground see-saw.

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etota ut 7 4v to My first contact with the class of ' 52 was through the medium of a course labeled Pharmacy Administration. In the course of the semester I learned a great deal about drug store management and still more about the class. Unfortunately the class was scheduled for a nine o ' clock meet- ing, which led to my observance of many of the members of the group who were still asleep. I am sure that under many of the overcoats worn in the class were sets of pajamas. That ' s why Posner always had his coat col- lar turned up. I could always tell when it was time to start the class. It was easy; I just waited until I could hear Trobitzen and Scherman panting up the stairs. I knew when I was saying something that did not meet with gen- eral acceptance when I could see Kaufman sneer and Lane snicker. In all it was an enjoyable experience even though we never settled the conflict concerning the manner of dealing with cut-rate competitors or how to become one. Through all this Mosher kept his nose in the air . . . when you are the only pharmacist in town I guess you can afford to be inde- pendent. The class contributed many good merchandising ideas, all the way from Wall Street and Madison Avenue sophistication to East Bronx sell them something else, they ' re still standing there . Substitution and over-the-counter sale of barbiturates was thoroughly explored, and even though I do not think I made many converts among the class die-hards, we had many lively discussions. Guest speakers were always appreciated. They afforded many an opportunity to copy notes or to catch up on read- ing the tabloids. It was not until Pharmacy 49 that the true character(s) of the class showed up in full light. Here I was able to observe laboratory techniques and attitudes that were new to me. Laboratory coats ranged from taste- fully draped tatters to pink sport jackets. There were many serious stu- dents who neatly and diligently worked at their desks; always wore clean lab coats and brought their weights . . . and then there was Scherman. I think the course was wasted on Posner, though. Among all the polyethy- lene glycol esters not one could be considered as an adulterant for chicken fat. Examination time was always interesting for me. Several quotations taken from the class of ' 52 are: Is sorbitan sesquioleate really on this exam? I need more time ; This is an exam, not in Pharmacy, but in