Hey juniors, do you remember all the hip historical happenings from the year you were born? No? Okay, well history lesson time! 1993 was the year Hillary Clinton officially became First Lady and then casually stopped by Penn to deliver the class’s commencement address (and pose with B-Frank, awk). However, with the choice for the 2014 speaker just released as John Legend, we can’t help but wonder if Hill would approve of the beloved (yet sultry) R&B singer as one of her successors. Don’t worry, Ms. Potential POTUS, we will still always love your feminism, that fabulous resting bitch face, and those timeless pantsuits, no matter what John tries to seduce us with in May.
Ahem, introducing UTB’s five shiny new contributors! Here they are, shivering in front the all-seeing Button last night, just after getting a blindfolded tour of our beautiful campus and just before getting initiated into the Upsilon Tau Beta bloggerhood. Don’t worry, things never got as hazy as that uggo pollution plume in front of the Love statue. Here’s to bringing you more hilarity and hijinks on the daily.
As Philly temperatures approach single digits, we’re reminded that the worst is far from over, and more snow (and work) is probably coming soon…as in Monday. This photo shows that apart from the weather, not much has changed at Penn since 1975. Except…WAIT, could it be?! WHERE IS THE BUTTON?!
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.
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.
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.
We’re dreaming of a
white Christmas weeknight bootycall library that hasn’t reached maximum occupancy this week. Despite Fisher’s current lack of seats (bitter), we’re glad the setup has changed significantly since 1900, when this photo was taken. Looks like a perfect place to cram for Intro to Claustrophobia or cry about that last BYO/mixer/shitshow you’re missing. Don’t fret honey child, you’re evidently amongst friends, and there’s always next year.