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

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PROF. FRANK JAMES POKORNY We the Class of 1955, deliver into your custody Prof. Frank James Pokorny with recommendations for clemency and a full hearing. CHARGE ONE: Prof. Frank James Pokorny, known from coast to coast as Frank James has carved his name in the archives of Columbia. CHARGE TWO: Without Frank James ' efforts student life at CUCP would be at a standstill. CHARGE THREE: He rolls up his sleeves and works for and with the students. He is the man responsible for the ' maintenance of the Basketball Team at CUCP for so many years. Always encour- aging the boys with a good word, and telling them, that perhaps next year . . . 18 CHARGE FOUR: Trips to Abbott, Lilly, Parke, Davis, and Mead Johnson would not have been as successful if it was not for F. J. ' s efforts: making arrangements, sending telegrams and always being at the station to bid us bon voyage. CHARGE FIVE: His toil goes unrewarded, for few people realize that he spares no effort when it comes to making the students stay at CUCP more pleasant. VERDICT: We the Class of 1955, find the above, Prof. Frank James Pokorny. guilty as charged. SENTENCE: To continue his long stay at CUCP as the guiding light to student lite.

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It was cold that night in September ' 95 as the boys were sitting around the camp- fire trying to keep warm and telling of their adventures of the day. In the distance the coyotes were howling at the full moon. The boys had been on the trail since June and longed once more to be in the warm atmosphere of the ranch .house. Each man was telling those stories that were closest to his heart. Then, out of the black of night, hoof beats were heard echoing from the purple hills. The hoof beats came closer and closer until they stopped just outside the camp Up walked an old sourdough bent over by the years that were carved into him. We welcomed him and asked him to come over to our campfire and have a bite to eat. It was not difficult for him to be coaxed into talking either, for he had driven the last 100 miles alone, and was longing for companionship. In between mouthfuls of hash and beans he told us about his youth back East. Waal, I was eighteen yars old when, back in ' 51, I entered CUCP. Just as I entered the door, I heard the 8:50 bell ring. Quick like a jackrabbit I hustled down the un- familiar steps to the locker room, and once down there I came upon a great labyrinth. After circling the place for five minutes, I found my locker. Throwing my saddle in, I started on a almost endless trek to the fifth floor. On the fifth floor I walked into the C.C. course conducted by Tricky Dick Heffner. I learned that two big fat books were required for the course. The introductions proved to be very interesting. When Tricky Dick got tired of lecturing, he would ask one of his learned students to take over for a spell. Mr. Woogin always volunteered and, by the way, who is the man on the mountain? After the 9:50 bell I mosied out into the hall almost to be trampled down by a stampede of wild horses, or, now as I recollect, they must have been seniors. Cringing against the wall, I waited for them to pass and then calmly walked down to room 45, where the English class had begun. To pass tests, I found out, one had to have friends in the first section, who took the tests, and gave you the answers. But the ' Smarter Students ' bought the book from which the tests were taken. After standing around for a half hour to buy a container of milk and leaning up against the wall to eat my lunch because there weren ' t any seats, I proceeded to the larger lecture hall. As soon as the bell rang, Ma Bailey announced that we were two weeks behind in our work and that there would be a test next week. It turned out that there were tests every week, and on the days that no tests were assigned, little five minute quizzes were given. Seats were divied out according to your average. The higher your seat number the higher was your average. How come Shelly Gordon was sitting in seat 505? Bomance bloomed in this class, as two unknown lovers sent notes on the attendance sheet. But it seemed that after a while a triangle developed and it soon turned into a class affair.