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.
Happy Hey Day! (Cue Juniors freaking out and Seniors weeping silently). But this 1932 photo of the then-dubbed Cane March looks more like a funeral procession than a celebration. Maybe it’s because they knew Penn didn’t come up with the idea for Hey Day to begin with! That’s right, our precious celebration was originally modeled after a similar idea at Syracuse University. But it also has evolved from a formal ceremony honoring the advancement of each class to a parade of raucous debauchery. Hats off for another reason to get drunk and procrastinate!
Check out this artist making a chalk sketch of Penn that puts all other chalk art to shame! Eh, actually, someone probably hired him to make Time to Shine ever more colorful or to impress pre frosh on Penn Previews. We see what you’re doing there. Fine, it’s still cool.
Here we have one of the many Penn traditions that didn’t quite stand the test of time. Presenting the Bowl Fight: an annual
orgy game that pitted the sophomore and freshman classes against each other. It took place in the Quad in April, much like Fling! Only it was super violent. A couple of years after the Bowl Fight pictured (1914), someone died and they (appropriately) called the whole thing off. So please, sophomores, as you sneak past the tight Quad security this weekend to visit your old rooms, don’t try to wrestle freshmen into bowls. We wouldn’t want Fling cancelled, now would we?