NY Times:
“Newman’s Day” at Princeton University. Alas, the famous eating clubs have devolved into a fraternity atmosphere; the only archetype students cared about was “Animal House.” I remember walking past an eating club in springtime, at least a decade ago. I heard shouting, so I went to investigate. Peering through an open door, I saw a tableau lit as if by a Renaissance master painter. The room was architecturally beautiful and ornate. There were about a dozen young barefoot men in matching boxer shorts and t-shirts, holding an upended comrade and dunking his head in a bucket of beer, shouting in rhythm. I turned to my companion and said, “This is what higher education has evolved into? Extended adolescence?”
Princeton is not the only example of such behaviour; and the history of the P-Rade is certainly beer- and whisky-soaked ...
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