’Tis the season to be stress-full, as many of us get ready to procrasturbate in our library of choice for the next few weeks. It’s not always easy to stay focused on the textbook you’ve definitely been keeping up with, but let this 1907 photo of Penn students doin’ work remind you that it can be done.
It’s 45 degrees outside and you think it’s cold? These frat stars beg to differ. Between the floral short-shorts, the firetruck red suspenders, the proto-SnapBacks and that frosty pitcher of beer (Over-under bet: Yuengling or Natty?), these dudes aren’t afraid of a little chill. Party on, dudes. Bros of today: take note. Next snow day, you won’t need a cooler if it’s already below freezing.
Fresh from the archives, here’s a quick li’l 1896 throwback of our favorite Dining Dollar vacuum/cozy place to get some work done. Established as a place for students to “pass their leisure hours in harmless recreation and amusement” (lol), Houston Hall is the nation’s first student union, which is pretty cool.
Ah, homecoming. A weekend of football, basketball, alumni, and the perfect opportunity to
study drink all day. This photo dates back to 1892, a homecoming to remember. After 27 straight losses to Princeton, Penn ended the streak, winning this game 6-4. Here’s to a winsome weekend, sending a harmless puck you to our biggest sports rival. Happy Homecoming, Quakers. Stay safe and party hard.
Mad props to Penn Law’s ultra talented Phil Shecter for carving these judiciary masterpieces out in the Penn Law courtyard—because as we all know, the only thing scarier than our legislative branch lately is a pumpkinized Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
But hey, Shecter, is a Harvey Specter too much to ask for by tomorrow?
Hey, shout out to Class of 1886: Racism still isn’t cool. Not sure who you contracted to design this elaborate etching for the yearbook, but this kind of blatant bigotry would never fly now. Did the three of you pose for that? How long? Where is this even? The Woods Of Despair? This is worse than even the most egregious modern Insta faux pas. Get with the times and filter that close-minded worldview. May we recommend Toaster?
It feels like one of those days…where we just give up and go to bed. These midterms are killing us not so softly, and what better way to cut your losses than by picking next semester’s
classes midterms! Pictured here are students at advance registration, and we’re feeling as worn out as this chica looks. Hang in there, times may seem thorny, but just thank the rose who deemed paper ballots as passé as those hairstyles.
Wah wah fall break over wah school. Wine not stop wine-ing and go grab a bottle? Heck, stop and smell the Rosé while you’re at it. Then head over to the Music Building and drink to/with your new BFFs Chardonnay and Zinfandel. They’ll never ditch you, nor will they judge if (when) you finish the entire bottle yourself. No wonder music majors always seem so happy!
While reading up on the history of Our Fair City recently, UTB spotted a spurious photo reference. Recognize that pho place? It’s definitely the one at 43rd and Spruce, where we nom warm broth, Thai Basil and bean sprouts like it’s our job. It’s definitely NOT an Old City sidewalk cafe, some 40 blocks away. Even fancy historians make typos!
Take a look at this 1960s snapshot of a Hill common area– so peaceful and tame, yet not so Penn. Deep down we know these girls are hiding something, and it’s not just go-go boots under those hideous skirts. Once it’s time for an after party, they’ll be drunkenly dragging one another back into that common room to heat up some more “coffee” with little Susie nowhere to be seen. No matter the decade, some things never change.