Class of 1961 golden reunion at the home of Al and Janice Schalow
MIDWAY THROUGH THE CENTURY
The letter of acceptance to pharmacy school
Is still kept safe, like a family jewel.
The start of a journey with constant change,
A profession evolving with wider range.
We knew from day one it would be a mistake
To think this course of study as a piece of cake.
Off at the bell, our fingers did ache,
Pencil lead melting from notes we take.
The Skull and Bones was our second home.
We loved those burgers and drinks with foam.
Grilled cheese, cokes and a bag of chips,
Ching-ching on the register and very small tips.
Study rooms full at old McCaw,
Students cramming in the hall.
Vending machine coffee that tasted like swill,
Always did — and always will.
Froggie’s frogs and dogfish sharks,
Twelfth Street fenced in stray dog barks.
Student Union building, hurried lunches,
Corner vendor flowers in yellow bunches.
Pitt’s cigars and Leeper’s hats,
Creepy things in urns and vats.
Ping-pong balls and student chatter,
Memorizing things we thought didn’t matter.
Dean Weaver’s smile and friendly greeting,
Could change to somber at a post-grade meeting.
And organic experience with Doyle Smith;
Who could be better to have your first one with?
John Andrako hung tea bags in flasks,
While counseling students or performing tasks.
And “Uncle Miltie” Neuroth wrote so fast,
He chalked the answer first — and the question last.
We navigated tunnels having yellow-green pipes,
Gathered on street corners for airing gripes,
Attended frat parties, paid tuition due,
Watched buildings torn down, up with the new.
Study, study, study — study and cram,
Post-mortem the gift, or shaft, exam.
But we loved our college and golly, gee,
Back then we knew it only as MCV.
We set the alarm, not to be late,
One more exam and we’d graduate?
The good news came in the morning mail,
Time to grab the world by the tail.
Ensuing years have made us proud
Of school and pharmacy — we say it loud!
Memories like these will always last
And fifty years — can go by fast.