Top Tips on How to Nail Dirty Rushing

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Mud covers the ground, Spring fills the air, and another Dirty Rush season is upon us. That time of the year when a Fraternity might accidentally only let Freshman guys into the Wednesday golf party they forgot to register, and the administration is somehow oblivious to the fact that half of the First Year class has decided to gather under the Curtis Clock on a Sunday afternoon. This can a stressful time for many young men, but do not fear, the Monthly Rag has assembled a list of tips to make sure you get a bid to the house of your choice.

1. Pick a few houses to focus on early, and show them you are interested

Most guys will try to play it cool and shop around, but the best way to secure a bid is to pick a house or two to focus on and tell every other frat that you “can’t see yourself with them.” One way to demonstrate your interest is to show up to the house unannounced and introduce yourself to the guys. Best to go on one of their brotherhood nights or during a chapter meeting so you can be sure to meet all the guys. Another great way is to go to the Bookstore and buy some of their apparel. Wear it around campus to show them you want them AND tell everyone else that you are taken.

2. Make sure you know when and where events are happening

Wait until late one night when the guys are pretty drunk, ask to give someone your number, and add yourself to the chat under a name like “Little Chico” or “SwagDog69.” This way you can find out about any off campus parties or sorority mixers that are going on and show up. When you do get there, don’t take no for an answer, remember, contacts are everything. Speaking of which…

3. It takes a village, so make sure you have as many contacts at the house as possible

This isn’t just brothers, you can talk to their parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, ex-girlfriends, ex-babysitters, or anyone else who might have come in contact with them. They can lobby the boys on your behalf, and you’ll be swimming in Jello Shots sooner than you can say restraining order.

4. Emphasize how much you have in common with them

Lots of guys in frats used to play football and lacrosse and love boating, golf, and Vineyard Vines. so these are good places to start. However, if you want to make that next level connection emphasize some things you may not have thought of. Tell them how much you love paddling, or how many women find you creepy and aggressive. Say how mush you love to spend time in loud, dark, and uncomfortably moist places like caves, or how you appreciate the beauty of the male form.

5. Be from Connecticut or Westchester County

More than drinking, confidence, or popularity with women, this is the most important skill that you can have. Being the screw-up son of an investment banker from the New York Metro area with alcohol induced rosatia and a prematurely receding hairline is very helpful in many areas of life, but it is particularly useful in rushing a frat. If you have this, you can get into any house of your choosing, even if you didn’t follow the rest of my advice. But if all else fails, you can always just join BDS.

GOP Senators Stab Trump on Capitol Steps

WASHINGTON, D.C.—Following the failure of Congressional Republicans to repeal Obamacare, alarming reports poured in from Washington D.C. on March 15th that Donald Trump has been stabbed by GOP senators on the steps of the U.S. Senate. Despite warnings from his soothsayer, Steve Bannon, to “beware the Ides of March,” Mr. Trump nevertheless went to the Senate to criticize the investigation of his campaign. Cameras captured the whole affair on tape as Trump approached the Capitol.

“Most high, mighty and puissant Trump,” began Sen. John McCain “I doth throw before thy seat with an humble heart-”

“What the hell is this?!” interrupted Trump, “You’re all trying to undermine my presidency, and you know, what, it’s disgraceful, ok? I didn’t want to say it, but it’s disgraceful.”

Sen. Lindsey Graham sought to intervene “Is there no voice more worthy of my own to sound more sweetly in the great President Trump’s ear-”

“The Republican Party needs strong and committed leaders, not weak people such as @JohnMcCain, if it is going to stop illegal immigration,” Trump shouted, before adding, “It’s a disaster. Sad!”

At last Ted Cruz tried to calm the temperamental tycoon as Sens. Rob Portman (R-OH) and Pat Toomey (R-PA) knelt in homage, “I kiss thy hand, President Trump, but not in flattery, desiring thee that John McCain may-”

“You know I don’t believe it, I’ve received tremendous support, yuge support, except from the GOP leadership,” said Trump, cutting him off.

It was then that the senators had had enough. “Speak, hands for me!” shouted Lindsey Graham

as he lunged at Trump with a dagger. Toomey, McCain, Cruz, and others pulled knives from their coats and joined in.

As the fracas ended Trump glanced up at a timid, shaking, sweating Senator Rubio holding a bloodied knife before uttering his last words. “Et tu, Little Marco?”

Launch of “BraiderBart” Incites Lashback on Campus

HAMILTON, NY— Colgate University has been rocked by controversies following the launch of BraiderBart, a new website devoted to far-right conspiracy theories. Publishing articles ranging from the outlandish, “10 Chemicals that B&G Puts in Our Water to Weaken our Vital Fluids,” to the more plausible “The Hidden Plot: Where Does Chartwells Really Get Its Meat From?” to the more problematic, “The REAL Reason Why Hitler’s Painting is Tragically Overlooked in Art Studies Courses,” the site has elicited a range of reactions from students. The Vice-President of the College Republicans, Julius Vanderwald III, agreed to be interviewed by the Monthly Rag about his organization’s response. Wearing his causal clothes (a three-pieced suit, monocle, and ivory handled cane) Vanderwald said, “This rubbish is besmirching the good name of the Republican Party! The GOP is a venerable organization that stands for noble ideals, like turning the poor out on their lazy behinds, and standing up for the rights of minorities. Democrats may advocate for Blacks, Muslims, and Hispanics, but the GOP stands for the truly oppressed —the 1%. My father made his money the hard way, by founding a chain of private prisons, trading in blood diamonds, and eventually joining the board of United Airlines. Currently he serves on the RNC’s Special Committee on Welfare Queens and Black on Black Crime, and I would hate for his good name to be damaged by being associated with those racists at BraiderBart!”

Other students who have been disturbed by the website’s contents are fighting back. “Hate has no place on this campus,” said Sarah Jessica Walker, “So we will fight back with the power of memes.” Her group, the Organization of Black, Native, and Other Xenophobia Intolerant Undergraduate Students, has vowed to plaster the campus with signs like “Hate Is More Ugly Than Love,” and “Remember the Children.” In this way they plan to heal the community.

Jeff Sessions Misses Hearing to Attend Civil War Reenactment

HAMILTON, NY—When called to testify regarding his knowledge of contact between the Trump campaign and Russia, congressional leaders were surprised to discover that Attorney General Jeff Sessions had excused himself from the capital to attend a Civil War battle reenactment. When reporters from The Monthly Rag finally caught up to Sessions, he seemed taken aback that he was supposed to be in Washington for important hearings. “Well, yes suh, I know there’s a lot going on in Congress, but I just had to be he’ in Vuhginia for the Battle of Dinwiddie Courthouse.” Sessions went on to explain: “Was nigh over 150 years ago that the flower of Southern gentry did drive those Yankees back at a humble little town not far off yonder,” he said, gesturing at a hill past a “Make America Great Again” sign.

 

When pushed for an explanation, Sessions revealed that he knew of the gravity of the hearings addressing foreign meddling in American elections, but “could not bear to see my fellow reenactors enjoy a glorious victory without me. I brought my replica musket and my saber, and I just bought a new Confederate army uniform—and of a cavalry officer no less!”

 

Upon hearing he might face a subpoena and be compelled to testify if he wasn’t present, Sessions stiffened, “I’ll not have my sacred honor impugned by some codswalloping dandy senator from Massachusetts! Seems I’m headed to Washington after all!” Sessions then motioned to his fellow reenactors and mounted his horse, “I shall return, gentlemen, with all due haste. Prepare a mint julep for my arrival. C’mon, Betsy. Hyah!”

At press time, after several hours Sessions and his horse only made it 20 miles before stopping at a McDonald’s in Petersburg. He was still wearing the uniform.

Inside Scoop: Tales of a Fracket

To anyone outside of Colgate, Monday is Monday. But for Colgate students, it’s Jug Night. Or according to John, it’s time to #slay.

A freshman girl smiled to herself in the mirror. She straightened her hair, coated on an excessive amount of mascara, smeared on a fresh layer of lip-gloss, and slid into her Supergas. “I’m ready,” she said to her roommate. Just as ready to #slay and #blackout, her roommate asked, “But aren’t you forgetting something?”

Dumbfounded at her own stupidity and incompletion, the freshman girl stated glowingly, “My fracket!” She pulled out a grey sweatshirt that was once black from her laundry basket, its special holding place. The shoulder was crusted with pizza sauce and the whole thing felt slightly damp from Fraturday’s beer intake. Each stain was a memory, each hole a tribute. She pulled the fracket into her chest and inhaled. She couldn’t wait to put it on.

After two karaoke performances, three gladiators shots, four trips to chat in the bathroom, and five too many Snapchat stories, the girls decided it was time to go home. All too naïvely, the freshman girl skipped over to the corner where she left her fracket. A tear rolled down her cheek and created a streak in her bronzed face. “It’s gone,” she whispered. Her friend pulled her in for a weepy embrace. “Who would take someone’s fracket? Take my Canada Goose, take my Barbour—but my fracket?” She shook her head in disbelief. She clenched her fists in rage. Her friend pulled out her phone and says, “Well, let’s call Campo and file a missing fracket report. Easy. We’ll get to the bottom of this, don’t worry.” And so they called Campo.

Weeks passed by slower than ever. The freshman girl couldn’t even bring herself to go out anymore. It wasn’t the same. She started a group on campus for those who were suffering like she was, for those whose frackets were stolen too. She found comfort in numbers.

Campo searched every day for three weeks. They did room checks, conducted interviews, and started investigating suspects. People hung up fliers, her friends marched down the streets in protest. The freshman girl tried to move on. But no sweatshirt smelled quite like old punch and vomit, and no sweatshirt had that special worn-in feeling.

And then Campo called. An officer stated with excitement, “Ma’am, we’re pleased to inform you that we’ve been successful in our search. We’ve retrieved your fracket along with the others, and we’re sorry you had to deal with such loss for the time being.”

She was shocked and horrified, betrayed and relieved all at once. But the mourning had abated. The tears would relent; the lost sleep would be restored. Her fracket was safe, and her wardrobe complete.

Joe Biden Finds Ice Cream Bliss at Colgate

HAMILTON, NY—In the continuing tradition of the Kerschner Family Series Global Leaders bringing well-respected world leaders and Tony Blair to Colgate’s campus, Joe Biden was welcomed to the comfortable, liberal haven in upstate New York. Biden is known for being the 47th Vice President of the United States, ice-cream lover, and partner in the greatest political bromance this nation has ever seen. His other accolades include escaping Scranton, Pennsylvania, serving as a distinguished Senator from Delaware, and meeting Amy Poehler. In addition to being praised as the most attractive Vice President in American history and the first Vice President in the 21st Century to leave office without shooting someone, what stands out most about Biden is his extreme love for all things ice cream.

While he doesn’t drink or smoke, he loves a good frozen dairy treat, and certainly couldn’t turn down the opportunity to travel to the school that briefly educated the great Bennet Cohen of the beloved Ben and Jerry’s duo. Evidently, this factoid is what finally convinced him to delay his tour of the Breyer factory in Philadelphia to make room for the lecture series. Staffers who organized the event told the Rag that Biden was extremely amicable and that his only request was for a three-gallon tub of Byrne Dairy’s Cookie Dough and some Chipwiches to get him in the mood for his lecture. Kerschner Series aside, Vice-President Biden seemed to enjoy his ice cream tour around Colgate. Biden traveled the area to visit his old haunts at ice cream joints and joined President Brian Casey for a lunch at Gilligan’s Island in Sherburne, where they rather predictably enjoyed waffle cones of Raider Passion. After the lecture, Biden also made his way to YoGate where he lectured the managers on reevaluating their life choices, telling them they should be dessert or be nothing.

April Fools Drinking Game

It’s that time of year where you can release that stress over your plummeting GPA and bleak plans for the summer, and take revenge on both friends and enemies alike with a few dozen delightful pranks. If you’re looking to step up your game and blood alcohol content this year, we at the Rag have some special ideas for you.

Players: 1+
Materials: Any and all dranks

Instructions:

-Cook the library staplers in jello shots.

-Surprise Edward Fortyhands an unsuspecting acquaintance on the quad—make sure to double up on the tape so they can’t escape.

-Fill up your roommate’s water bottle with vodka.

-Switch out the Coop drink machine for with a few specially spiced frat-punch recipes.

-Freeze mentos in ice cubes and offer to make your friend a nice, icy mixed drink.

-Take the classic doodle-on- drunk-friends-face-with-sharpie prank, but kick it up a notch and try it out on your professor.

*Disclaimer: The Monthly Rag encourages safe behavior when drinking. If not, you have no right to be upset when we laugh at you after reading the Blotter.

Colgate Gone Downhill in Last Century, All Things Considered

HAMILTON, NY—A report by US News and World Report confirmed today what many people already suspected: all-in-all, Colgate just isn’t the nationally respected and important school it was a century ago. “Look, we all kind of thought this already but let’s face it: Colgate’s been coasting since about WWII,” said Dean Mark Thompson. “I mean seriously, look at any metric—sports, academics—we’re just not the school we used to be.” The report detailed how Colgate’s football team, while formidable within the Patriot League, used to regularly face down the likes of Penn State, Army, and Syracuse and win—feats considered impossible today, never mind the rise of such powerhouses as the SEC schools which would crush us as easily as they would a high school team.

The news was no better academically. The report stated that 100 years ago Colgate was one of the best schools in the country, comparable to the institutions that would form the Ivy League in 1954. However, the school now ties for 12th, and only among other small liberal arts colleges. “The fact that we’re not beating Vassar and Hamilton [in the rankings] is just fucking disgraceful,” said Dean Thompson. “Pretty soon those yokels out at Lehigh and Bucknell will get to thinking they can rival us academically and not just athletically.”

The depression continued on the social front, noting that Colgate was once home to 13 fraternities, but would probably lose (or kick out) the last few in the coming decade. The secret societies were actually secret, and not just puppets for the administration. It was a much cooler time.” Lastly, the report picked apart our dear sweet town of Hamilton, noting it was “nowhere near any cultural, political, or financial hub” and that its small town charm was “negated by a thoroughly depressing climate.” The report assailed Hamilton’s connectivity, stating that trains from Hamilton directly to New York City had been replaced by a torturous six hour bus ride through Binghamton.

Even though Colgate has fallen behind other schools in nearly every category, the report concluded it was still possible for Colgate students to succeed in the world by getting a job on Wall Street and getting filthy rich by fleecing clients on behalf of Goldman-Sachs.

SGA Plans to Expand Greek Life

HAMILTON, NY—Discussions about expanding Greek life have been going on for years at Colgate, but the 2016-17 school year has seen students taking greater strides when SGA passed a resolution last fall establishing a dialogue with the administration about this admirable goal. Colgate has been falling miserably behind in party school ranking as Princeton Review’s ranked Colgate #10 out of 380 schools—SGA hopes Greek life expansion will get Colgate back on the right track by ushering in an atmosphere conducive to #1 party-school raging.

Some opposition has surprisingly come from a few Greek members themselves, critiquing the system and their place in it. “Honestly I think everything about Greek life is so problematic,” said Lara Hypolis, “I’m definitely a social justice warrior, and really believe in intersectionality, inclusivity, and equity. I wouldn’t be in my sorority except that I live in the house, so at this point it’s not really my fault.” When Rag reporters questioned Hypolis about her feelings on hypocrisy, Hypolis listed off about a dozen other social justice buzz words before becoming confused and telling our reporters they were white supremacists that needed to check their privilege.

The harshest critiques leveled against Greek life expansion have been focused around the organizations’ exclusivity. To challenge the exclusivity, supporters of the expansion hope that they will create so many fraternities and sororities that every single individual on campus will be unable to resist the overwhelming peer pressure to conform. “We’re thinking about creating fraternities and sororities for faculty and administration members as well,” says SGA senator Cray “CrayCray” Jones Larchmont IV, “Maybe taking their tension out by hazing each other will spare students of faculty’s vindictive grading practices.” Larchmont suggested this at the last meeting with administrators, getting some great feedback after passing a few Natty Lights around with prez Brian. Other expansion ideas include fraternities and sororities for sports teams, political groups, COVE volunteer groups, radio enthusiasts, and deer. The potential of every living creature being shoveled into Greek life on campus may very soon be a reality.

Girl Finally Nails Perfect Picture on Tach Table

HAMILTON, NY—Last fraturday, freshman girl Katie Roche finally achieved every basic girl’s dream: she managed to snap the perfect “rinsta-worthy” photo while standing atop one of the tables in the middle of the dancefloor at Tach. The Monthly Rag managed to get an exclusive interview with Roche to discover how such a feat was possible. According to Roche, the story of the photo began earlier that week, when she checked the weather and began thinking of outfit ideas. “I saw that it was supposed to be sunny and kind of warm, but unfortunately Beta had an outdoor fraturday the weekend before, so I knew that it would probably be inside,” explained Roche. “Luckily, the sun would justify wearing sunglasses even indoors, which is great because they complete any outfit.”

On Saturday morning, Roche awoke early to begin preparing for fraturday, glad that she had already composed the perfect outfit. It consisted of perfectly ripped jeans, just dirty enough Adidas Superstars, a flirty but not too sexy shirt, a thin black choker, and rose-tinted sunglasses. Her getting ready process included taking a quick shower to wash off the dried punch from Phi Tau, blow drying and straightening her hair, getting her eyeshadow to look cute but daytime appropriate, and fixing up her manicure before heading out to pregame in Andrews.

“I wanted to get a good pic at the pregame, since I hadn’t insta-ed in like two weeks, but I was so busy doing shots that I totally forgot,” said Roche. “I decided to be bold and attempt to take a pic once I got there instead.” Luckily, everything went in Roche’s favor and she was actually able to accomplish this usually impossible task. Upon arriving at fraturday, Roche and her friends grabbed some lukewarm Keystone Lights out of a half-empty rack by the door and made a beeline for the dance floor. “My favorite senior in Tach was at the front of the right-middle table, and he was so nice and pulled me and my friend Alex right up. That’s when I knew I had the perfect opportunity,” Katie said. She stepped over on to the left table, handed her phone to her friend still on the floor, and struck her cutest pose with Alex. Apparently, they successfully managed to look not too drunk or sweaty, and the background of the picture looked “lit, but with no visible beer cans.” At press time, Roche’s perfect photo had racked up 543 likes and 53 comments with heart-eye emojis in them on Instagram.