STREET SOCIETY

Well. Ya'll done made my job right darn hard this weekend. With half of you packed up at home singing ancient Hebrew slave songs, I had to move onto greater means of data collection. That's right, Street Society, has made a U-Turn onto that great Electronic Superhighway. We've got a bank of scrambling data-entry clerks, stenographers and photo re-touch artists, making sure that your follies don't go unnoticed. Take a look at the lil' item below, a part of the first-ever all-digital Street Society. We are everywhere. UTV watchout! Well. Ya'll done made my job right darn hard this weekend. With half of you packed up at home singing ancient Hebrew slave songs, I had to move onto greater means of data collection. That's right, Street Society, has made a U-Turn onto that great Electronic Superhighway. We've got a bank of scrambling data-entry clerks, stenographers and photo re-touch artists, making sure that your follies don't go unnoticed. Take a look at the lil' item below, a part of the first-ever all-digital Street Society. We are everywhere. UTV watchout!PERKY WOMAN BEHIND THE WINDOW IN A SMALL TOWN: Spring of her senior year, and so much free time on her hands. Well this enterprising young lass has no problems filling the social void. The photo you see next to this column reflects FBI wire-tap technology and a red hot tip. It sure looks like SDT Senior Rita Meyerson is enjoying the view from her window, sporting a very femme sort of erection. Seems she likes to watch, and nothing better than the male bathroom of neighboring 3932 Spruce. No longer able to blame such stimulation on the cold weather, she was caught on tape exclaiming, "Oh my God, It's that guy Josh who used to be the editor of [Gold Circle Award-winning] 34th Street. He's pissing. I see these guys all the time." Well. Ya'll done made my job right darn hard this weekend. With half of you packed up at home singing ancient Hebrew slave songs, I had to move onto greater means of data collection. That's right, Street Society, has made a U-Turn onto that great Electronic Superhighway. We've got a bank of scrambling data-entry clerks, stenographers and photo re-touch artists, making sure that your follies don't go unnoticed. Take a look at the lil' item below, a part of the first-ever all-digital Street Society. We are everywhere. UTV watchout!PERKY WOMAN BEHIND THE WINDOW IN A SMALL TOWN: Spring of her senior year, and so much free time on her hands. Well this enterprising young lass has no problems filling the social void. The photo you see next to this column reflects FBI wire-tap technology and a red hot tip. It sure looks like SDT Senior Rita Meyerson is enjoying the view from her window, sporting a very femme sort of erection. Seems she likes to watch, and nothing better than the male bathroom of neighboring 3932 Spruce. No longer able to blame such stimulation on the cold weather, she was caught on tape exclaiming, "Oh my God, It's that guy Josh who used to be the editor of [Gold Circle Award-winning] 34th Street. He's pissing. I see these guys all the time." WHAT PRICE DIGNITY: It takes a lot to faze college sophomore and Bull Moose-proud Justin Feil, he of usually shaved head and orange goatee fame. Well, good thing, because the integrity of his ladyfriend Michelle Howell and her roommate Allison Gardner was going for a song. More appropriately, for a pitcher of Murph's fine selection of lagers. The two women, in search of inebriation at a low cost, chose the circus freak approach of financing the evening's endeavors. Reports indicate that the women volunteered to make-out with "tongues and all" for a minimum of 30 seconds in exchange for a taste of Rock.Well. Ya'll done made my job right darn hard this weekend. With half of you packed up at home singing ancient Hebrew slave songs, I had to move onto greater means of data collection. That's right, Street Society, has made a U-Turn onto that great Electronic Superhighway. We've got a bank of scrambling data-entry clerks, stenographers and photo re-touch artists, making sure that your follies don't go unnoticed. Take a look at the lil' item below, a part of the first-ever all-digital Street Society. We are everywhere. UTV watchout!PERKY WOMAN BEHIND THE WINDOW IN A SMALL TOWN: Spring of her senior year, and so much free time on her hands. Well this enterprising young lass has no problems filling the social void. The photo you see next to this column reflects FBI wire-tap technology and a red hot tip. It sure looks like SDT Senior Rita Meyerson is enjoying the view from her window, sporting a very femme sort of erection. Seems she likes to watch, and nothing better than the male bathroom of neighboring 3932 Spruce. No longer able to blame such stimulation on the cold weather, she was caught on tape exclaiming, "Oh my God, It's that guy Josh who used to be the editor of [Gold Circle Award-winning] 34th Street. He's pissing. I see these guys all the time." WHAT PRICE DIGNITY: It takes a lot to faze college sophomore and Bull Moose-proud Justin Feil, he of usually shaved head and orange goatee fame. Well, good thing, because the integrity of his ladyfriend Michelle Howell and her roommate Allison Gardner was going for a song. More appropriately, for a pitcher of Murph's fine selection of lagers. The two women, in search of inebriation at a low cost, chose the circus freak approach of financing the evening's endeavors. Reports indicate that the women volunteered to make-out with "tongues and all" for a minimum of 30 seconds in exchange for a taste of Rock.WASTING AWAY IN THETAVILLE: Call it wising up, call it avoiding pesky formal expenses, or call it 'creative differences.' Anyway you look at it, there's some mighty strong dissension in the usually docile ranks of Theta. Ex-sistah souljah-to-be Chrissy Varsames, in a "mutual agreement," packed her bags and jetted to a world without those menacing black and yellow baseball caps. Her timing was a bit off, though, considering she exited before the day before initiations, avoiding Tuesday's 4005 Pine line-up and "hard hazing."Well. Ya'll done made my job right darn hard this weekend. With half of you packed up at home singing ancient Hebrew slave songs, I had to move onto greater means of data collection. That's right, Street Society, has made a U-Turn onto that great Electronic Superhighway. We've got a bank of scrambling data-entry clerks, stenographers and photo re-touch artists, making sure that your follies don't go unnoticed. Take a look at the lil' item below, a part of the first-ever all-digital Street Society. We are everywhere. UTV watchout!PERKY WOMAN BEHIND THE WINDOW IN A SMALL TOWN: Spring of her senior year, and so much free time on her hands. Well this enterprising young lass has no problems filling the social void. The photo you see next to this column reflects FBI wire-tap technology and a red hot tip. It sure looks like SDT Senior Rita Meyerson is enjoying the view from her window, sporting a very femme sort of erection. Seems she likes to watch, and nothing better than the male bathroom of neighboring 3932 Spruce. No longer able to blame such stimulation on the cold weather, she was caught on tape exclaiming, "Oh my God, It's that guy Josh who used to be the editor of [Gold Circle Award-winning] 34th Street. He's pissing. I see these guys all the time." WHAT PRICE DIGNITY: It takes a lot to faze college sophomore and Bull Moose-proud Justin Feil, he of usually shaved head and orange goatee fame. Well, good thing, because the integrity of his ladyfriend Michelle Howell and her roommate Allison Gardner was going for a song. More appropriately, for a pitcher of Murph's fine selection of lagers. The two women, in search of inebriation at a low cost, chose the circus freak approach of financing the evening's endeavors. Reports indicate that the women volunteered to make-out with "tongues and all" for a minimum of 30 seconds in exchange for a taste of Rock.WASTING AWAY IN THETAVILLE: Call it wising up, call it avoiding pesky formal expenses, or call it 'creative differences.' Anyway you look at it, there's some mighty strong dissension in the usually docile ranks of Theta. Ex-sistah souljah-to-be Chrissy Varsames, in a "mutual agreement," packed her bags and jetted to a world without those menacing black and yellow baseball caps. Her timing was a bit off, though, considering she exited before the day before initiations, avoiding Tuesday's 4005 Pine line-up and "hard hazing."HAIL TO THE CHIEF: Rugby, sport of choice among Gatsby-esque anglophiles and not-ready-for-varsity players, is bound to be chock full of decidedly odd traditions. Just like the hallowed halls of Eton and Oxford, the Penn rugby team is receptive to all sorts of homoeroticism. Dig, if you will, the tradition that when a rookie scores his first points, he must traverse the field in the nude. But the timing was off for poor Deke senior Kenny Hans, who first penetrated while visiting Georgetown. Despite the company of President William Jefferson Clinton's passing motorcade, Hans bore all and did his team proud. Well. Ya'll done made my job right darn hard this weekend. With half of you packed up at home singing ancient Hebrew slave songs, I had to move onto greater means of data collection. That's right, Street Society, has made a U-Turn onto that great Electronic Superhighway. We've got a bank of scrambling data-entry clerks, stenographers and photo re-touch artists, making sure that your follies don't go unnoticed. Take a look at the lil' item below, a part of the first-ever all-digital Street Society. We are everywhere. UTV watchout!PERKY WOMAN BEHIND THE WINDOW IN A SMALL TOWN: Spring of her senior year, and so much free time on her hands. Well this enterprising young lass has no problems filling the social void. The photo you see next to this column reflects FBI wire-tap technology and a red hot tip. It sure looks like SDT Senior Rita Meyerson is enjoying the view from her window, sporting a very femme sort of erection. Seems she likes to watch, and nothing better than the male bathroom of neighboring 3932 Spruce. No longer able to blame such stimulation on the cold weather, she was caught on tape exclaiming, "Oh my God, It's that guy Josh who used to be the editor of [Gold Circle Award-winning] 34th Street. He's pissing. I see these guys all the time." WHAT PRICE DIGNITY: It takes a lot to faze college sophomore and Bull Moose-proud Justin Feil, he of usually shaved head and orange goatee fame. Well, good thing, because the integrity of his ladyfriend Michelle Howell and her roommate Allison Gardner was going for a song. More appropriately, for a pitcher of Murph's fine selection of lagers. The two women, in search of inebriation at a low cost, chose the circus freak approach of financing the evening's endeavors. Reports indicate that the women volunteered to make-out with "tongues and all" for a minimum of 30 seconds in exchange for a taste of Rock.WASTING AWAY IN THETAVILLE: Call it wising up, call it avoiding pesky formal expenses, or call it 'creative differences.' Anyway you look at it, there's some mighty strong dissension in the usually docile ranks of Theta. Ex-sistah souljah-to-be Chrissy Varsames, in a "mutual agreement," packed her bags and jetted to a world without those menacing black and yellow baseball caps. Her timing was a bit off, though, considering she exited before the day before initiations, avoiding Tuesday's 4005 Pine line-up and "hard hazing."HAIL TO THE CHIEF: Rugby, sport of choice among Gatsby-esque anglophiles and not-ready-for-varsity players, is bound to be chock full of decidedly odd traditions. Just like the hallowed halls of Eton and Oxford, the Penn rugby team is receptive to all sorts of homoeroticism. Dig, if you will, the tradition that when a rookie scores his first points, he must traverse the field in the nude. But the timing was off for poor Deke senior Kenny Hans, who first penetrated while visiting Georgetown. Despite the company of President William Jefferson Clinton's passing motorcade, Hans bore all and did his team proud. I AM THE LIZARD KING: The dark and gloomy home of Zeta Psi has hosted more than its share of narcotic induced bacchanalia. The Jews' mass exodus off campus left these WASPs unoccupied, and eager to unlock yet one more door of perception. While Zetes' guests were welcome to their fill of Yuengling at their 2-day pool tournament, the brothers chose to take the high road, shroomin' aplenty. Pity senior Erich Braun, who bore the brunt of a brutal trip.Well. Ya'll done made my job right darn hard this weekend. With half of you packed up at home singing ancient Hebrew slave songs, I had to move onto greater means of data collection. That's right, Street Society, has made a U-Turn onto that great Electronic Superhighway. We've got a bank of scrambling data-entry clerks, stenographers and photo re-touch artists, making sure that your follies don't go unnoticed. Take a look at the lil' item below, a part of the first-ever all-digital Street Society. We are everywhere. UTV watchout!PERKY WOMAN BEHIND THE WINDOW IN A SMALL TOWN: Spring of her senior year, and so much free time on her hands. Well this enterprising young lass has no problems filling the social void. The photo you see next to this column reflects FBI wire-tap technology and a red hot tip. It sure looks like SDT Senior Rita Meyerson is enjoying the view from her window, sporting a very femme sort of erection. Seems she likes to watch, and nothing better than the male bathroom of neighboring 3932 Spruce. No longer able to blame such stimulation on the cold weather, she was caught on tape exclaiming, "Oh my God, It's that guy Josh who used to be the editor of [Gold Circle Award-winning] 34th Street. He's pissing. I see these guys all the time." WHAT PRICE DIGNITY: It takes a lot to faze college sophomore and Bull Moose-proud Justin Feil, he of usually shaved head and orange goatee fame. Well, good thing, because the integrity of his ladyfriend Michelle Howell and her roommate Allison Gardner was going for a song. More appropriately, for a pitcher of Murph's fine selection of lagers. The two women, in search of inebriation at a low cost, chose the circus freak approach of financing the evening's endeavors. Reports indicate that the women volunteered to make-out with "tongues and all" for a minimum of 30 seconds in exchange for a taste of Rock.WASTING AWAY IN THETAVILLE: Call it wising up, call it avoiding pesky formal expenses, or call it 'creative differences.' Anyway you look at it, there's some mighty strong dissension in the usually docile ranks of Theta. Ex-sistah souljah-to-be Chrissy Varsames, in a "mutual agreement," packed her bags and jetted to a world without those menacing black and yellow baseball caps. Her timing was a bit off, though, considering she exited before the day before initiations, avoiding Tuesday's 4005 Pine line-up and "hard hazing."HAIL TO THE CHIEF: Rugby, sport of choice among Gatsby-esque anglophiles and not-ready-for-varsity players, is bound to be chock full of decidedly odd traditions. Just like the hallowed halls of Eton and Oxford, the Penn rugby team is receptive to all sorts of homoeroticism. Dig, if you will, the tradition that when a rookie scores his first points, he must traverse the field in the nude. But the timing was off for poor Deke senior Kenny Hans, who first penetrated while visiting Georgetown. Despite the company of President William Jefferson Clinton's passing motorcade, Hans bore all and did his team proud. I AM THE LIZARD KING: The dark and gloomy home of Zeta Psi has hosted more than its share of narcotic induced bacchanalia. The Jews' mass exodus off campus left these WASPs unoccupied, and eager to unlock yet one more door of perception. While Zetes' guests were welcome to their fill of Yuengling at their 2-day pool tournament, the brothers chose to take the high road, shroomin' aplenty. Pity senior Erich Braun, who bore the brunt of a brutal trip.HEART OF DARKNESS, THE END OF SIGMA CHI'S COLONIAL REIGN: It's official folks! After hosting a slew of disappointing parties, the cancellation of the misogynist "Derby Days" and the loss of members for "academic readjustment," the boys from Sigma Chi are looking to ergonomically redesign their fraternity. Question: If the weather never warms up, will they be able to meet girls without beach volleyball?Well. Ya'll done made my job right darn hard this weekend. With half of you packed up at home singing ancient Hebrew slave songs, I had to move onto greater means of data collection. That's right, Street Society, has made a U-Turn onto that great Electronic Superhighway. We've got a bank of scrambling data-entry clerks, stenographers and photo re-touch artists, making sure that your follies don't go unnoticed. Take a look at the lil' item below, a part of the first-ever all-digital Street Society. We are everywhere. UTV watchout!PERKY WOMAN BEHIND THE WINDOW IN A SMALL TOWN: Spring of her senior year, and so much free time on her hands. Well this enterprising young lass has no problems filling the social void. The photo you see next to this column reflects FBI wire-tap technology and a red hot tip. It sure looks like SDT Senior Rita Meyerson is enjoying the view from her window, sporting a very femme sort of erection. Seems she likes to watch, and nothing better than the male bathroom of neighboring 3932 Spruce. No longer able to blame such stimulation on the cold weather, she was caught on tape exclaiming, "Oh my God, It's that guy Josh who used to be the editor of [Gold Circle Award-winning] 34th Street. He's pissing. I see these guys all the time." WHAT PRICE DIGNITY: It takes a lot to faze college sophomore and Bull Moose-proud Justin Feil, he of usually shaved head and orange goatee fame. Well, good thing, because the integrity of his ladyfriend Michelle Howell and her roommate Allison Gardner was going for a song. More appropriately, for a pitcher of Murph's fine selection of lagers. The two women, in search of inebriation at a low cost, chose the circus freak approach of financing the evening's endeavors. Reports indicate that the women volunteered to make-out with "tongues and all" for a minimum of 30 seconds in exchange for a taste of Rock.WASTING AWAY IN THETAVILLE: Call it wising up, call it avoiding pesky formal expenses, or call it 'creative differences.' Anyway you look at it, there's some mighty strong dissension in the usually docile ranks of Theta. Ex-sistah souljah-to-be Chrissy Varsames, in a "mutual agreement," packed her bags and jetted to a world without those menacing black and yellow baseball caps. Her timing was a bit off, though, considering she exited before the day before initiations, avoiding Tuesday's 4005 Pine line-up and "hard hazing."HAIL TO THE CHIEF: Rugby, sport of choice among Gatsby-esque anglophiles and not-ready-for-varsity players, is bound to be chock full of decidedly odd traditions. Just like the hallowed halls of Eton and Oxford, the Penn rugby team is receptive to all sorts of homoeroticism. Dig, if you will, the tradition that when a rookie scores his first points, he must traverse the field in the nude. But the timing was off for poor Deke senior Kenny Hans, who first penetrated while visiting Georgetown. Despite the company of President William Jefferson Clinton's passing motorcade, Hans bore all and did his team proud. I AM THE LIZARD KING: The dark and gloomy home of Zeta Psi has hosted more than its share of narcotic induced bacchanalia. The Jews' mass exodus off campus left these WASPs unoccupied, and eager to unlock yet one more door of perception. While Zetes' guests were welcome to their fill of Yuengling at their 2-day pool tournament, the brothers chose to take the high road, shroomin' aplenty. Pity senior Erich Braun, who bore the brunt of a brutal trip.HEART OF DARKNESS, THE END OF SIGMA CHI'S COLONIAL REIGN: It's official folks! After hosting a slew of disappointing parties, the cancellation of the misogynist "Derby Days" and the loss of members for "academic readjustment," the boys from Sigma Chi are looking to ergonomically redesign their fraternity. Question: If the weather never warms up, will they be able to meet girls without beach volleyball?Special this week only: All names accurate!