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

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class history Dear Mr. Lieberman; my father is a graduate Ph.G. earning in the neighborhood of $135,000 per annum. The rewarding and humane ele- ments of the profession of pharmacy has ever intrigued me. Would you please send me a catalogue and an application? Come see me, . . . Professor Liberman. . . . The interview was short and sharply pointed. I walked in, prepared to expound enthusiastically on my many virtues and on my ability to with- stand the coming grueling four years. I sat down . . . my mind ' s wanderings were suddenly interrupted by the ' interviewer ' s affably spoken opening and closing statement. Any questions? . . . The interview was over. After taking the C.U.C.P. pharmacy aptitude examination I hur- riedly sent the Brooklyn College of Pharmacy my $25.00 deposit. Two weeks later . . . We Were Born A baby comes from a divine place . . . my classmates did not. They came from every borough of New York City, as well as Florida and Trumansburg, New York State. They were all together on that long line before the Trustee ' s office on the main floor the day of freshman registra- tion. There was little talking and much activity interrupted repeatedly by staccato phrases. . . . Fill this out! . . . Has anyone got a blotter? . . . Ts that the smallest you have? . . . I felt strange in that beehive of activity that would not write . . . blank checks to fill in . There were many oddities among my future classmates. This I could see at a glance — the rotund one who was a living testimonial to America ' s abundance; the loud one (Army veteran still shouting above the canon ' s roar); the quiet ones just out of high school mentally going over their private formula for a superior apple polish; and others who a.t this time were cast into a world where articulation was above accomplishment and loudness was above logic!!! But . . . these ' were only first impressions. Post-Partum Experiences There are many things that I will never forget. . . . Our teachers, who in all earnestness, we must say, tried very hard. . . . . . cards to fill out . . . pens . and people . . . people . . .

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DR. BAILEY PROF. LIBERMAN

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i a The stocky, cherubic, unconventional one who. taught us in a manner most uncon- ventional. The course consisted of under- lining every fourth sentence in the C. C. Book and reading them aloud when called upon. The staid God-fearing gentleheart who tried to teach us to write in a more better fashion how to punctuate a sentence and to write a proper letter to a proper person who will ever forget Dr. Degroot and all that he taught us (sic). The tall and thin perfectionist with the slide rule who had to multiply our final grades to the Nth power to pass us. The hard working and kind hearted Doc- tor Bailey who used every resource in her power to coax us into learning chemistry and getting out of the first three rows in Room 34. The soft spoken, dry humored, intensely sincere professor who introduced us to the Ginko tree and taught us that there can be no greater pleasure than a walk in Central Park on a bright and sunny day. The pipe-smoking, oxford-spectacled professor who taught us that the greatest pleasure in a man ' s life is to follow a blonde shiksa down Main Street in Union City eat- ing a meat sandwich. The jovial, carefree major of briefcases and law suits who helped establish the firm of Levey and Pierce.