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Throwback Thursday!  In honor of Black History Month (we still got 1 more hour!) this week’s edition of Old Nassau features some photos and other fun documentation giving us a glimpse into the history of African Americans at Princeton University  in the 1960s, the era of racial integration at Princeton.

The Office of Admission’s Report to the Faculty- 1962-1963
“The addition of more American Negroes and other underprivileged groups to the campus would contribute to the diversity of the student body and enrich the residential experience of all. Secondly, at this particular point in American  history it behooves all educational institutions to do what they can toward upgrading the status of the Negro in our free society. Princeton has an opportunity and responsibility in this regard.”

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African American students organize a day of commemoration for MLK’s assassination- April 1968

Photo Courtesy of Princeton University Archive

Photo Courtesy of Princeton University Archive

Photo Courtesy of Princeton University Archives

Photo Courtesy of Princeton University Archive

 Dr. Carl A. Fields is appointed Assistant Dean, making him the  first African American dean of an Ivy League university- June 1968

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Press Release from the Department of Public Information, Princeton Admissions – April 1968

“More than half of all black students who have attended Princeton in its 221-year history are on campus now.”

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Minority Admissions; 1968-1999; Carl A. Fields Papers, Box 15; Princeton University Archives, Department of Rare Books and Special Collections, Princeton University Library.

 Race Relations at Princeton University; 1966-2001; Carl A. Fields Papers, Box 13; Princeton University Archives, Department of Rare Books and Special Collections, Princeton University Library.

Throwback time! The Ink proudly presents Old Nassau, our weekly walk down the orange-and-black tiled memory lane. We get it already. Princeton’s old. We love to flaunt our legends, lore, and ridiculous traditions like cane spree, our school song, and the more-than-slightly uncomfortable hand motions that accompany it. But who doesn’t love looking at baby pictures?

Each week, we’ll be showcasing some of Princeton’s baby photos with the help of the photo archive at Seeley G. Mudd Manuscript Library, so you can laugh at how different (or eerily similar) Princeton was back in the day.

FIRST INSTALLMENT:

bicker (v): To prostrate oneself before the members of one of Princeton’s selective Eating Clubs, for the purpose of gaining admission.  To do so, the goal of moving up the social hierarchy must be held as a higher priority than dignity. 

1954, unidentified club: Bickerin’ in style.  Trenchcoats (note the popped collar) are a bicker must.

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1888, Cannon Club: Nice hats, guys!

Photo courtesy of Princeton University Archive

 

Date unknown, Colonial: Unclear what is going on here.

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1995, Terrace: Yes, this seems right.

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1897, unidentified club: 116 years later, some things never change.

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Citation: Bicker; undated; Historical Photograph Collection, Campus Life Series, Box SP13, Box MP151; Princeton University Archives, Department of Rare Books and Special Collections, Princeton University Library.

You may have noticed some subtle changes around campus recently. The lines in dining halls are growing longer, sushi in Frist is harder to come by, people are becoming less stingy about sharing food. Beds in McCosh are now vacant, and students can once again return freely to the Street without fear of automatic PMC. Talk of the dreaded gastroenteritis that has most likely been plaguing your thoughts and conversations over the last month seems to have died down, and we can begin to recover our regular discussions. And diets.

These apparent returns to normalcy beg the question at the top of everyone’s mind: Have we finally entered a post-Gastro era?

Over 260 students have sought treatment for gastroenteritis at Princeton’s McCosh Health Center since the first cases were identified on January 29. For weeks, the numbers of virus-infected patients grew, eventually crowding McCosh to full-capacity the weekend of February 16, forcing the UHS to send all extra patients, no matter the ailment, directly to the University Medical Center at Princeton.

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But for all the hype it has generated amongst students, it turns out that the gastro hasn’t actually been as bad as the impression we’ve gotten here on campus, at least on a state level. According to the New Jersey Department of Health & Senior Services, the number of outbreaks in New Jersey this year have actually been fairly average. Numbers within the University community, however, have been unparalleled in recent history.

And though the rate of cases on campus now appears to be decreasing, indicating that Princeton may be on its way to gastro-freedom, I wouldn’t let down your guards quite yet. The CDC warns that a victim of the virus can be contagious for two or more weeks after recovery. What’s more, a person is capable of re-infecting himself if he doesn’t exercise proper hygiene, potentially submitting himself to repeated bouts of gastro. The very idea is nauseating.

Is there anything positive to be said of this legendary outbreak? If anything, the gastro debacle has certainly been a wake-up call to the community regarding the particulars of personal hygiene, an apparently highly controversial topic with the Princeton student body.

And, once again, we can thank the U-Store for the ever-present comfort they provide.

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Reunions 2002: Keg Bed

Reunions 2002: Keg Bed

Like an atom bomb or the end of the world or the Macy’s Day Parade. Whether or not you knew it, Reunions (i.e. “the perennial Ivy League blowout kegger” referred to in a GQ exposé last year) are coming. Can’t you hear it — the pitter-patter of hundreds of alumni footsteps, canes and wheelchairs, the slurping from special edition beer cans, the loudness of Reunions’ token wardrobe?

Maybe not. Or, at least not yet, with Houseparties a few days away and all. But rest assured, the countdown has begun at www.countdowntoreunions.com, which gives an up-to-the-second reminder of the time between now and when the May-hem begins.

This screen shot will become increasingly less relevant over time.

This screenshot will become increasingly less relevant over time.

Personally, the design of the site seems all too familiar.  That font and the angular, borderless orange rectangle schema are symbols of official University webpage underdesign. I’m talking about those sites only seen momentarily in the deepest stages of room draw. Also, how did we get the web address? Not that it’s the most desireable web address (certainly not as desireable as www.pancakes.com, the homepage of PJ’s Pancake House), but the page doesn’t even mention the University.

Anyhow, Reunions are all about bold moves and in the Orange Bubble, no other reunions (lowercase) exist.  Just ask the folks over at www.princetonreunions.com, who call it “an experiment focused on age and agelessness, immaturity and maturation.”

This coming Monday is Valentine’s Day, complete with all its chocolate boxes, PDAs, and table-for-twos. Over here at the Ink, we’re a little worried that some of you are still approaching the big V-Day with no idea what to give that special someone. And we can totally sympathize — some people are just impossible to shop for. To take some of the stress out of the situation, check out our shopping guide from bygone February Fourteenths at Princeton for some inspiration.

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We’ve compiled these old advertisements from campus publications from the 1940s straight through the 80s (when giving Valentine’s to preceptors looks to be quite popular).  Hopefully the Princeton sweethearts of yesteryear can offer you some inspiration for a gift you’d love to give—or just buy for yourself.

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Another bicker season has come and gone, leaving a trail of PrincetonFMLs in its wake. But have you ever wondered: what were eating clubs like back in the day? Could you have joined Key and Seal Club? And where were all the chicks?

For our wistful alumni and amusement-seeking readers, look no further:

(all photos courtesy of  fineanddandyshop.com):

Members of Cannon Club (1949); sausagefest

Members of Cannon Club (1949), i.e. sausage-fest

Playing pool at Quad (1956) now features 3x more beer

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2010. A year of the same old Princeton happenings–bitching about Dean’s Date, bitching about grade deflation, bitching about bad FML posts. But there were a few things that we think set Oh-Ten apart: Robot Unicorn Attack, Supreme Court dominance, and the demise of Four Loko.

Here’s what happened in 2010:

  • January: There were exams. There are always exams. For the four years you are at Princeton, you will never have a January that isn’t at least partly awful, on account of exams. However: Dean’s Date liveblog. —DCW
  • February: Chatroulette was just starting to become a campus phenomenon, and by phenomenon, we mean something that people would do at parties when they were drunk. In February, we brought you the story of three friends who ran into each other on Chatroulette–while 16,216 other users from around the world were also chatting and nexting each other. -AW
    All month, we crossed our fingers and it happened: February 10th – Snow Day! With classes cancelled, Princetonians’ inner five-year-olds came out to play. The day unfolded like a story — like Beginner’s Reading story from Highlights For Children where nothing bad ever happens ever and instead the characters perform one wholesome recreational activity after another until it’s time to go home and get warm and Mom’s made hot chocolate with marshmallows oh yeah! It was simple. It was uncool. It was so, so wonderful. It was: Snowball fight in the Junior Slums! Quick now sled down Whitman Hill! Hide out in an igloo! Build a snowman on Alexander Beach! How could you not go to bed that night with a smile? — DCW
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    The good ol’ days! Couple things of note:

    1. Our beating Yale used to be newsreel-worthy; the game was called “the Ivy League climax.” Hard to get on Sportscenter nowadays. (0:06)

    2. Tailgates used to be less brews, tees, and jeans, and more tweed and awkward separation of the sexes. (0:07)

    3. Is that… Quad? I can’t get a good look, too many people. (0:20)

    4. People went to football games: 46,000 of them, enough to actually fill the stadium, which… is not the case today. (0:25)

    5. Blimp. (0:29)

    6. Famous people came to our games. Let’s get Gov. Chris Christie to come on down! Oh, no? Okay. (0:40)

    7. Kids knew how to dress. Haircuts were another story (yeah, flattop, sorry man). (1:17)

    8. Just how long has the band worn those awful jackets? (3:14)

    There’s something about college tours that has always made me feel a little weird. Maybe it’s because I know that those college legends aren’t true (like that one about the bulldog on the chapel–if you don’t know it, you should probably take an Orange Key Tour). Or maybe because I’ve always wished that tour guides would just come out and say it: To your left is a terrible dorm, a dorm that no one wants to live in, where the nearest bathroom is three stories away and, seriously, there are mice. But it’s probably how easily they walk backwards. How do they do it?

    Training. At serious meetings in Nassau Hall. Meetings with a dress code. Meetings that are preceded by the haunting, ringing music that plays in movies when the protagonist is having some kind of uncomfortable flashback to a past trauma. What? Oh, here’s an instructional video for Orange Key tour guides, circa 1962.

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    Donald Rumsfeld's former digs

    Donald Rumsfeld's former digs

    Just in time for Reunions, a heaping dose of Princetoniana in the New York Times.  Ever wonder where Elena Kagan lived while she was a Tiger?  Sonia Sotomayor?  Bill Bradley?

    The University doesn’t publicize any of that information, but it’s available in the school’s archives.  Not all famous rooms have lasted into the 21st century, however:

    Eager to bed down where James Stewart, the Hollywood legend, snoozed when he was part of Princeton’s class of 1932? Dream on. His freshman-year address at 8 North Reunion was razed, even though John Fitzgerald Kennedy, a future president, also briefly bunked at Reunion…

    And don’t bother searching for former Secretary of Defense Donald H. Rumsfeld’s former home at 423 Brown. It is now a women’s restroom.

    Whoa.  That’s the bathroom my high school friend threw up in after eating some bad fish!  At Princeton, history is truly all around us.

    photo: Joe Shlabotnik, Flickr

    We know that there’s still a week of finals, but since the year is almost over, we thought we’d share a silent video of Princeton commencement ca. 1928. Some of it you’ll recognize — like the hand motions to Old Nassau or the P-rade. But apparently there are some traditions we’ve lost in the past 80 years — like riding around on people dressed as horses? That part starts around 3:50 but there are plenty of other quirky traditions throughout the clip.

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    Modeled after a "Florentine palace," Brown was last desirable in the 1890s, when this picture was taken.

    Although modeled after a "Florentine palace," Brown Hall was probably last desirable as a dorm in the 1890s, when this picture was taken.

    There are a couple universal truths about Brown Hall:

    1. It is a fiery tragedy waiting to happen. (There is ONE means of egress for the ENTIRE building! Can Fire Safety fine itself?)
    2. It is a miserable, decrepit building that provides shelter for the lower caste of draw times and non-existent people who revel in early-20th century heating technology.

    “But we’re centrally located!” sad Brown residents say to console themselves, “It’s like urban living–Princeton’s south-central L.A., if you will. We like not having modern facilities and not having a laundry room in our building.”

    While some Brown residents decided against disposing their waste in the toilet, they fortunately did not substitute house pets in its stead.

    While Brown residents decided against disposing their waste in the toilet, they fortunately did not substitute house pets in its stead.

    But in addition to their daily plight (and blight) that is Brown, its residents also faced a serious, pressing problem last semester–one that affected their everyday lives: people were having trouble determining the proper venue in which to take their number two business.

    It was a problem so grave and urgent that it required direct intervention by then-USG President Connor Diemand-Yauman ’10 (who happens to be one of the dorm’s DAs). In a series of emails to the entire dorm, CDY laid down the law…

    (And yes, we know the first email is from last semester, but who among us doesn’t enjoy toilet humor?):

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    From: Connor Diemand-Yauman
    Date: Mon, Sep 28, 2009 at 7:51 PM
    Subject: READ THIS IF YOU LIVE IN BROWN!

    Dear Brownites,

    A few reminders about living in Brown:

    • Please don’t shit in the trashcans or pee in the hallway. It might feel good when you’re doing it but you and others will most likely pay for it down the line (which is, strangely enough, a lesson learned from the story of my conception). If you do pee or poop somewhere other than a toilet, just let us know or slip an anonymous note under our door–it’s pretty shitty just to leave it there (da dum cha!).

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