Fordham University College of Pharmacy - Cosdamian Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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blue in the face trying to blow CMC through a viscometer. VV e went crazy trying to figure out how many ounces were in a dram for Mr. Liscio, and increased the value of Mr. Brodeur,s stock in the index card industry. Amidst all the danger of those pathogenic organisms, we found time to laugh at Marma- duke Montmorency, Fifi LaRue, Freddie Fast- pencil and all the other characters that Sister wouldn t know about. We had a lab instructor asking the stars why he had to teach us in two labs and why we couldn't learn to rack a micro- scope tube down. Under the guidance of Dave Carey, Dave Scott, Bill Crimmins, Rick Hahn and Cosmo DeSteno, we managed to escape the dilemmas of the professional courses and ventured out to Squibb laboratories to learn why there had to be such courses. There was less time to enjoy the Clancy Brothers, P, PZSZM, and the New Christy Minstrels that year, for greater glories and changes were being recorded on the Bronx campus. The Varsity went to the NIT again, Sam Perry set a new record for the 60-yard dash, and Fordham Football had re- turned with a victory over NYU. Unrest cropped up in the University Government, and the turmoil was added to by the debut of Thomas More College. Slightly battered, we came through it all wearing our Senior rings. The beach party was now a tradition in the College of Pharmacy, and that june, as Mr. Casazza became Dr. Casazza, we became Iuniors. Somebody must have convinced Dr. Hassan that we really weren,t a hopeless lot, for he returned to teach us botanical origins, balloon hairs, and ZERO. Our much diminished group assumed everything could be proven for Mr. Sharenow, and yet couldn't prove a thing for Father Taylor. Professor White gave us hourly exams in fifteen minutes, and our Class Mode- rator showed us a chemistry even harder than Organic. Astounded at the genius of Mr. Morea, and thoroughly confused by it all, we found our relaxation in Squibb movies for after-lunch entertainment and in convincing a very kind lady that the sky was falling. Lou Coluni, Bruce Anderson, Bill. Crimmins, Eileen Tiess, Rick Hahn, and Cary Gelfand led the hardy group that published a very profitable Student Directoiy. Some of us travelled to Chicago and Indianapolis over Easter, and all of us visited Geigy to see more of the same things we had seen at Squibb. No one will ever forget Danny Doyle and Bill Crimmins as Batman and Robin at the Sweet- heart Dance that year. A very successful Football Club emerged during F ordham,s 125th Anniversary Year, a year filled with festive occasions. The Anni- versary Ball was held at the Hotel Americana, and the Head of the Iesuit Order payed our

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the snow melted, and as the months went by, the divider was beginning to lift and the Class of 1967 was beginning to gel. At separate beach parties we put a year of notes, labs and exams behind us, and looked forward to the following Fall, when we would be called Lower Sophomores. We returned that fall a somewhat more conditioned group, eager to further not only ourselves, but also the College of Pharmacy. Feeling that our orientation by the Seniors was somewhat cold and distant, we obtained permission to orientate the Class of 1968. We set up a Coketail Hourv for the Freshmen, and remembering all the hardships of Fresh- man year, established a Big Brother program, events which have established a very strong bond between the two classes. Under Rick Hahn, Dave Scott, Don Kozlowski, Dave Carey and Don Pingaro, we merged into one unified group that was never to be divided again. The courses were upon us once more, differ- ing from Freshman year only in complexity. Mr. Casazza took us through one semester of Play your lnrnclf' and another of Beat the Clockv, and we thanked him with a chorus of Silent Night. More yellow papers were being slashed in Theology for incomplete answers to incomplete questions, and everyone could draw a marginal distribution curve for guns and butter. After learning all the problems every good physicist should knowf, we were relieved to hear that Bill Wolff doesn,t fail anyonen Qunless of course he didn,t know an authorls mother,s maiden namelj. A sociologist was able to explain the reasons for maifs ac- tions in every circumstance except for the times he cheated on an exam, but nothing could stop our momentum. Outside the classroom we turned out another champion basketball team and a Well drilled bunch of dreamers who knew the code words of Hutza onen, Banana outv, and aHalfback passf, Pharmacy went University wide when the Rose Hill Ramblers sang on WF UV and Ann Marie Phillipon was named Miss Ford- ham. Concerts were given by Ray Charles, the Kingston Trio, the Brothers Four, and the Hootenanny TV show, and a veiy content campus was rocked by a boycott of the Campus Center, much in the same manner as the world was shocked by the assasination of a Presi- dent. A year of excitement, filled with joy and tragedy was recalled at another beach party, and we said our goodbyes for the Summer once again. A Class Moderator directs his Freshmen with words of welcome, but apparently he directs his Upper Sophomores to start With inorganic materialsf, The word had gotten out that '67 was snowballing through, and the faculty took steps to slow us down. Dr. Patel made rheology an everyday word, and had us

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school a visit, to round off a veiy memorable series of occasions. We left each other at Sherwood Island in june, instilled with a feel- ing of anticipation that only a Senior could know. Dr. Sica recuperated from his Pharmacy Orientation Course and worked up enough courage to give us upside down structures bigger than Vitamin Bm. We in turn constantly amazed him with our lack of knowledge of the basics. While waiting for Professor White's informal half and interviewing many pharma- cists, we consoled ourselves by knowing that no one would get less than a 40 in Drug Assay . . Dr. Giles tempted us to write I donit know, but I'l1 look it upv on many of his extensive exams. Dr. Patel was happy with a 992 Senior membership in the APhA, but Professor Liscio had to argue with the one hold-out, and with Father Taylor gone, Philosophy became a task. One might describe it as an anthropomorphic extrapolation of a transendence, ever spiralling upward from the herd CPD. Lou Coluni, Bruce Anderson, Sister Lucille, lack Higgins, Rick Hahn, Caiy Gelfand, and Don Pingaro ruled over the class that put on a Christmas Party that did not insult the faculty. No enjoyment came from watching the Foot- ball team, so students listened instead to the Mamas and the Papas, Simon and Garfunkel, and the Supremes. Liquor was allowed in the donns, and dress regulations were suspended over a period when jack Frost was taking attendance. There was a Senior weekend and we were Bachelors of Science. We've experienced a time of change over the past Hve years, change which has engulfed the world, Fordham, and the lives of each and every one of us. Yet, among all the transitions, there have been certain stable elements which can only be called memories. For us, the list of memories is very rich and very full. Any one of us could write his own histoiy, recalling the Christmas Parties, the Retreats, the labs and the many hours of lecture that he has experienced. But there is a certain integral part of our history that cannot be written, it can only be felt. It engulfs all the specific incidences and more, for it was that indelinable factor that made us what we were and what we will always hope to be: a solid, unified group of people who have an unbreak- able bond towards each other, their profession and F ordharn Pharmacy.