Temple University School of Pharmacy - Secundum Artem Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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PROLOGUE Fkom somewhere a seed fell fell into our hearts and there took root and grew into a nourishing plant, a desire for pharmacy. And with the years a hud blossomed forth, and as budding pharmacists, the Glass of ’28 was transplanted into the garden of Temple University there to be tended and cultivated by its gardeners and be developed into fullblooming matured plants.

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I. George Freter President Lawrence Intenzo Vice -President Hymen Novacfcu Sadie EvaZiefFerfr Treasurer Secretary 1 he Class Officers

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So September 20,1925, found 109 buds at Temple eager to learn of what the pharmacy profession held in store. The first instructors to be met with were at Conwell Hall. From them we partook of the ways and means of the world of commerce. Our impressions still remain of Mr. Howman, the advertising and salesmanship professor, “who was a good fellow and willing to pass the Pharmacy Class, if only we would be still and listen, and perchance learn. Then there was Mr. Chamberlin, who entertained us with his delineations on football. “A hank may refuse to do such and such a thing for any reason or no reason at all” was the favorite explanation of Mr. Klaiman. our finance instructor. We later discovered this worthv's love for cold and darkness, for immediately on entering the room, out went the lights and up went the windows. Who can forget our various accounting professors and the three hours of figuring we endured? Then there were Mr. Douglas, of the economics department; Mr. Reiser, the merchandising wizard; Messrs. Bell and Whitaker, of the legal intelligentsia, whose jokes evoked blushes from the faces of the girls and a few of the hoys; Messrs. Holton and Meltzer. of the psychology department, who gave us reasons for everything we do. Who by any chance can obliterate from his memory the wholesale Latin “slaughter conducted by the venerable Dr. Klapp of Latin fame? There was a typical scholar of the old school, both in manner of dress and speech. Ilis old winter hat and black, loose flowing tie were his identifying characteristics.” His task of cramming a high school course of Latin into non-academic students was a farce. On September 21, upon entering on our school career at Eighteenth and Buttonwood Streets, the first gardener to make his debut was the beaming face of Dr. Cameron lit up with his smile, and with jokes ever ready. Then we met Dr. Schacterle, who first put us in dread of what was forthcoming, but who later seemed to resent it. Through his powers of loquacity, he was able to make your heart glad or make you feel sad. He was a moulder of character as well as a teacher of chemistry. With Dr. Attix next we became acquainted —“that beloved old man with the van Dyke beard and an omnipresent expression, “under ordinary