Massachusetts College of Pharmacy and Health Sciences - Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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VALEDICTORY ORATION, JUNE, 1952 TI-IELMA CYNTHIA LEZBERG President Best, Members of the Board of Trustees, Dean Newton, Members of the Faculty, Parents, Guests, and Classmates: I am very grateful to my classmates for the privilege of expressing the feelings and hopes in our hearts on this memorable occasion, and of expressing our thanks to all who have had some share in making this day possible. just as the end of a business year marks a time for taking physical inventory, so Graduation Day, the end of one phase of our life, should mark a time for taking a spiritual inventory, as it were, so that we may face the future intelligently, being confident of what is ours. Our four years at M. C. P. under the supervision of its distinguished Faculty have prepared us to enter the profession of Pharmacy, a profession rich in heritage and rich in enduring satisfactions. We have acquired the knowledge and skill to practice a profession that has served mankind from the beginning of history, and that will continue to serve until that day when we ultimately arrive at the goal toward which we are striving -the conquest of all disease. , It is a stirring realization that when the pharmacist holds a prescription in his hand, he may be holding also the life of a patient. Any profession that among its services can offer its members the satisfaction of alleviating pain and of saving human life is offering one of the greatest inspirations that man can experience. We who are graduating here are hopeful of attaining happiness in our chosen profession. If each were to ask himself the question, What does happiness mean to me, personally? I am sure that each would have a different reply. To one it may mean love for and by his fellow men, to another it may mean freedom from anxiety, to still another it may mean a chance to exercise leadership among men. Whatever it means to us, it is a further satisfaction to realize that we who have donned these long black gowns and caps with olive-green tassels have chosen a profession that offers us many fields in which to seek our personal happiness and the opportunity, as we leave this focal point, to travel upon many divergent paths. One path will lead about two thirds of us to retail pharmacy-either to the stimulating competition in the city or to the no less stimulating responsibilities in a small town, where the pharmacist may usually share more intimately in community life. . Other paths will lead the rest of us to the quiet - and often lonely -suspense of a modern research laboratory, to factory and field work for pharmaceutical manufacturers, to hospital dispensaries, and about a sixth of us will travel the path leading to further study with a view to teaching those who follow us into this profession. C Yes, the choice is large and varied, and even those of us who must put aside for the present what we have learned can be comforted in the knowledge that the pro- fession will hold some place for them in the future. Surely now is the proper time to ask ourselves: What are we prepared to give, and willing to give, to our profession in return for all that it offers us? .' We are living in an era of changing values, partly because of the evolution of new social and political theories, and partly because of the enormous recent