So this is the Providence long promised, the soaring aria of awesome, the tequila sunrise of antiquity: The 1976 yearbook spread where student organizations produced members who fit their idea of “beauty.” (It was 1976). Tragically, they didn’t include the student organization, but it really isn’t T.S. Eliot at work here. Crack open a cold [...]
I actually have almost run out of Vandy Yearbook Photos (although more are always scan…nable), so that is why there haven’t been any over spring break. What you can expect sometime next week: An epic 1976 fashion show. Seriously, epic. In the meantime I’ll be crazy busy — LET US HOPE — covering the SEC [...]
What the hell is the Song of Norway? Besides a musical extravaganza. Which, I mean, that’s a pretty guttural, Lutheran extravaganza, which one assumes involves a lot of people sitting solemnly in the dark and playing hockey. Anyway, if there ever was a time for a caption contest, this was it. Go for it. If [...]
So, I lied about that everyday thing. Only because General Petraeus rolled into town on Monday, at which point someone informed me I looked like Martha Plimpton in the Goonies and the only thing I ate before six was a granola bar. Lesson of the day: General Petraeus will turn you too into a starving [...]
Somebody on the yearbook staff really hated Chi O. Captions?
There’s awkward, and then there’s the realm where it’s always winter but never Christmas. There, you find these three. Caption contest, go!
Aquatics Club or whatever was the 1950s and 60s collegiate equivalent of ice dancing. Girls dressed up in funny clothes, and then embarrassed themselves. I didn’t scan the 1960 Aquatics Club page — I KNOW, I’m sorry — but imagine satin one piece bathing suits with bowties attached. It looked like the abbey was doing [...]
Oh, hey, Vanderbilt has a student health cenAHHH WHAT THE HELL GOES ON AT THE HEALTH CENTER? Seriously. This looks like some Island of Dr. Moreau action right here. You go in with mono, you leave missing vital organs, your sense of taste before noon, and the ability to say your goddamn pronouns. All because [...]
“This is what American colonists died for 200 years ago, right here.” That jacket looks like what Colonel Sanders and Barry Gibb would make for a showing of Electric Boogaloo Bull Run or something. You know he put that thing on over that jelly fish ruffled shirt and was like, “A SEX GOD IS GETTING [...]
“It’s…store-bought. I know, I know, I just didn’t have the time. I’m an exotic dancer. You know, at a club. I take my clothes off and dance for strange men.” True caption contest today and all weekend. I am fist pumping like Evan Lysacek and wearing that sexy, sexy nightgown right now that’s how excited [...]
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