Joke Issue:
By Tom Joad
Four months ago when my family lost our house, we moved in with cousins and patiently awaited the day when we would move back home to indoor heating.
Joke Issue:
Thoughts by Cholly Knickerbocker
Yesterday evening, in what can only be proclaimed as an offense against my rather placid senses, a certain co–resident of mine — a man who we in the Quadrangle are ashamed to call one of our own, although he shall remain unnamed — disdained me for foregoing the traditional shirt and cummerbund combination in favor of the slightly marvelous backless waistcoats, seen on Savile Row this past year.
Take a seat and indulge in the latest of “where to go” websites: thefeast.com. The premise of the site is to “take you to the best places to eat, shop and play in the city.” Luckily for us, Philadelphia is one of the cities on The Feast’s radar.
So I’ve never registered for classes during advanced registration before. No, seriously. I’ve always miraculously either slept through advanced registration or procrastinated to the point of Real–Housewives–of–D.C.–reunion–show oblivion, and watched advanced registration period become a blip in the distant past.
Street: As chair of Strictly Funk, what exactly do you do?
Adie Remiker: Delegate all responsibility to others and let them work their magic.
Street: What is your signature dance move?
A.R.: Hair Flip… with a body roll… end with a boom–ka.
Street: Are you strictly anything else?
A.R.: Strictly way too old to be living in the quad.
Street: What’s the most underrated thing at Penn?
The big men on Penn's campus took a break out of their grueling reahearsals for BMOC — AXO's annual philanthropy event — to let us in on some backstage dirt.
Colder days are luring Penn students to curl up with a nice book. Ego caught up with people on campus to get some traditional recommendations for your reading pleasure.
OTHELLO
"Basically the first book ever to be written about racial differences.
With so much going on, it is sometimes hard to find some of Penn’s more abstract offerings. This week, we suggest getting your country club on and taking up a new sport along the way.
The Penn Sailing Team provides novices and professionals alike the unique opportunity to partake in an age–old collegiate tradition.
Once again, Ego is here to expand your Ivy League vocabulary. After a weekend of late night halloween party–hopping and enough Facebook uploads to to make you scream, we’ve got just the term.
FOMO (noun) [pronounced fo–moe]
A term referring to the tearjerking emotion that comes with the fear of not being included in a specific night, event or photo.
“What the hell is this building?” It’s safe to say that this thought, or a variation thereof, pops into the minds of many Penn students the first time they notice the pale stone structure on the southeast corner of the intersection of 40th and Walnut streets.
I suppose I should begin this tirade with an admission. Despite the fact that I am in possession of a rather acute British accent, and despite the fact that I am constantly extolling the virtues of my Middle–Eastern background, I am, well, an American.