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

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Messages at commencement time are given freely and easily, and taken in stride. Yet I would feel remiss were I not to emphasize two objec- tives. I would like to see our graduates carry away with them the feeling that a profession implies a continued learning, a continued keeping abreast of current developments; that it implies a continued interest in the prob- lems, in the ethics, and in the betterment of their profession through constructive activity in local and national associations; and that it also implies an eager interest in the civic life of their community. Finally I would like to see our graduates think of this College as their personal concern, its multicolored memories to be gratefully recalled, its aims to be wholeheartedly supported, its future to be envisioned with prideful expectation. Tftattia Katf We would like to see ourselves as others saw us, was what you said to me. I feel at once the need for inks of many colors, for just as my recol- lections of you are a brilliant technicolor and not a black and white picture, so I feel that no black on white essay can do you justice. I think once more of our laboratories and I recall a hazy brown mist which seemed to envelop you. Remember the cause of that haze, the brown fumes of NO2 coming from the mixture of iron nails, HCI and HNO3 which I optimistically expected to become ferric chloride solution. There were also the brown, foul smelling tinctures dripping from the percolators into the clean white evaporating dishes where they were being boiled to make fluid extracts and more often alcohol fires. I recall with gratitude those three bright red CO2 fire extinguishers, placed about the lab, which enabled me to avert attempted arson; and I am indeed proud of the trophy awarded me for this meritorious service, the Red Fire Chief hat. I can also remember orange oranges, half being eaten and half being macerated for Sweet Orange Peel Tincture. I often wondered whether half the Rhubarb or Nox Vomica or Belladonna were also being macerated orally for we never could understand why twice as much drug was being used up as the finished products warranted. And then I think of Green, a Green St. Patrick ' s Day, solidly sup- ported by the entire class with Green buttons and Green ribbons and Green sheets (song sheets) and only two Irishmen in the class.

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rf6 a ani 7au From the professorial watchtower, student life in the senior chemistry laboratory is not always a prosaic and perhaps burdensome series of proj- ects to be completed in a limited time. Like its counterpart in everyday living, it presents its lighter side, its pathos, its romance, and its unique character portrayals, particularly those which remain fixed in one ' s memory long after the image of the average student has faded away. There are the varied student approaches to getting information — the mature student who relies solely on his notes and reference books; the worrier who asks the same question of three different instructors; the duplicator who waits for the other fellow to set up the experiment; the sixty-four dollar questioner who waits for a little crowd before exhibiting his erudition, sometimes with a little gleam of expectation that perhaps this time the instructor will be tripped. There is the overzealous fire-fighter who rushes to the scene of a teeny flash fire and extinguishes it with a COj blast that scares the wits out of his neighbors, and puts an inflection on the breakage charge; and the slightly preoccupied student who nurtures a protein determination for two days only to botch it up at the tail end. There is the exhibitionist, twirling the dials of a spectrophotometer with pomp and artistry, and emerging with information that results in a curvaceous curve when it should be a straight line. There are the more momentous events — the cordial invitation to appear before the Draft Board; the repeated court summonses to appear as a witness after acting the hero in a hair-raising burgular chase; the mingled emotions of the student on examination day, sitting six feet from a telephone, answering objective questions with subjective feelings, wait- ing expectantly for the news that will make him a father; and the harsh separation in the laboratory, by an instructor not in the know, of the recent newlyweds, causing them to wash their glassware separately and unbliss- fully. These are but the foibles and life interest that add spice to the daily routine of the teacher. The overall picture is one of keen satisfaction in seeing that another class has weathered its difficulties, and despite per- sonal burdens, has passed through one more phase of formal training, and acquired skills and a more matured judgment which may help them in their chosen calling.

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Blue and white have a place here too, for with unprecedented vigor, your class revived our school spirit. The effigies, banners and sign ' s brought a fresh collegiate air into our halls. And now I see you once again, this time as seniors. Your glimmering pattern of color shapes into a rainbow road of future years, over which you will pass, seeking your own special pot of gold. And as you travel this road think not of the golden color of material wealth alone; think rather of the great myriad of colors that will make life more worth living, and the pot of gold more worth working and waiting for. Think of the brown of the good earth, the green of everlasting abundance, the shim- mering silver of love and friendship, and the blue and white of peace and good will. fctifi, £ ' Ktavitf The Senior Class of 1952 was definitely outstanding in my mind. The class as a whole was a serious group of men and women, with intent to learn the subject matter. Of course, there were times when Organic Chemistry prevented the class from putting in more time in Law and Accounting. However, the class did well in my subject. In every class certain students do better than others. Some are brighter or some students belong to more fraternities or sororities where the past examinations are available. However, certain students each year are remembered more than others by their instructor. I guess this is due to the outstanding work done or very poor work accomplished. But, if you do average work the instructor doesn ' t get to know you as well as he would like to, unless, you have other decided (?) accomplishments. I remember several members in this class such as: Paul Kipilman — Sidetrack ues r ' ons Harold L. Fish — Dancing Expert and Big Time Operator Leonard Bergman — Special Reporter Bert Levey — Dancing with the male sex Morton Pierce — Walking out of the UN Ralph Zakheim — Course at another school E. Scherman — Class Bully