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whose  work  we  now  celebrate  in  this  semi-centennial,  so  must  they 
look  back,  but  not  upon  the  same  memory  creations.  The  pro- 
gram of  that  eventful  occasion  will  be  marked  Centennial,  not  Semz- 
Centennial,  and  those  who  celebrate  the  occasion  will  meet,  not  to 
glorify  themselves,  but  to  honor  all  whom  we  meet  to  honor  and, 
I  bid  fair  to  hope,  ourselves  as  well.  It  will  be  their  jubilee  session 
in  honor  of  Our  Centennial,  the  centennial  that  marks  the  uplifting 
of  heart-monuments  to  absent  comrades. 
Let  us,  then,  in  this  jubilee  greeting  we  offer  to  our  past  com- 
rades, hope  and  trust  that  when  the  next  fifty  years  have  been 
unwrapped  and  the  second  call  is  made,  the  part  we  have  taken  in 
behalf  of  this  Society  may  bespeak  for  us  in  kindly  touch  the  back- 
ward thought  of  those  who  join  therein. 
AN  ODE1 
TO  THE  FOUNDERS  OF  THE  AMERICAN  PHARMACEUTICAL  ASSOCIATION. 
By  George  M.  Beringer,  A.M.,  Ph.G. 
Thrice  welcome  day,  all  hail  to  thee, 
We  salute  thee,  pharmacy's  jubilee. 
The  sands  of  time  are  flowing  fast, 
The  fiftieth  mile  will  soon  be  past. 
Yet,  ere  we  take  the  final  forward  stride 
That  "  this  "  into  history  of  "  the  was  "  doth  glide, 
In  meditative  mood  we  pause 
And  backward  gaze  and  muse 
From  the  spring  that  perpetual  flows 
The  source  unknown,  no  eye  discloses  ; 
It's  memory's  own,  she  controls,  she  draws 
Such  copious  recollection  showers 
And  dashes  the  remembrances  o'er  us. 
Our  retrospect,  a  vision  clear, 
Five  great  stone  arches  do  appear  ; 
Each  span  a  decade  marketh  here 
The  last  just  completed  with  this  year. 
Now  half  way  o'er  a  century's  stream 
A  noble  work  accomplished  it  doth  seem. 
In  the  distance,  still  bright  to  view, 
The  first  boulder  stone  laid  firm  and  true  ; 
Carved  its  face  indelible,  "eighteen  fifty-two," 
Our  model  ever,  we  finish  nineteen  two. 
For  hopes  spring  amid  ambition's  glow, 
Just  as  they  did  fifty  years  ago. 
aRead  at  the  Semi-Centennial  Jubilee  Session,  September  ir,  1902. 
