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Upon hearing that a certain individual received a Rhodes, one lady declared that she has now dated or hooked up





Upon hearing that a certain individual received a Rhodes, one lady declared that she has now dated or hooked up with four such scholars. She has long brown hair, brown eyes, and loves smarties! Step in line!

Better get some highlights to go with that Homer—this semester the Signet requires put-ups to include headshots with their applications. And here we were thinking we got cut because we thought Derrida was the capital of Rhodesia.

Of the 15 “supporters” listed on Hadfield-Goldenberg’s site (thenewuc.com), at least 7 are either in the Fox or closely affiliated (like by blood). Fox Club for UC President!

As lame as the alcohol restrictions were, the majority of first-time boozehounds were footloose and ambulance-free at this year’s Harvard-Yale “tailgate.” Only one poor schmuck ended up in the hospital, multiplying his lameness factor by a factor of 25 (the number of kids who went to the hospital two years ago).

Serious troublemakers stuck to the action at the alumnae tailgates.

One Owl boy was spotted somersaulting into porta-potties—one flew open, revealing a bemused middle-aged man.

For the first time since 1879, the Porcellian tailgate (which came complete with a dead pig!) was THE place to be.

At the Kirkland tailgate, an ’09er deliberately exposed himself to everyone’s favorite sex blogger.

Impossible is nothing, literally. Phoho’s pre-Harvard-Yale Aleksey Vayner theme party featured a DJ, refreshments, and a grand total of zero guests.

There was even more of nothing at the Pajama Party held at 45 Mount Auburn that Saturday night. Boston-based sororities and frats convened in the anarchy center dressed in little more than teddies and stilettos. The raucous gathering was shut down after a mere 45 minutes.

Some Harvard University Band members get mad props for physically duking it out with Yalies who disrespected them on Mass Ave. We heard the ladies had especially nice jabs.

An out-of-towner hurled on Hurlbut Street post-Game.