No, President Casey was NOT Involved in Curtis Orgies

HAMILTON, NY — On one night in September, the unimaginable happened: people had sex in Curtis Hall.  More specifically, a group of people, with the numbers ranging anywhere from four to 130.  Rumors have since circulated about the night in question, with students wondering who was there and what exactly went down to make the night so infamous.

A rumor that has been circulating recently is that Colgate President Brian Casey was present that night.

“Is that a fucking rumor?  That’s goddamn untrue.  Empirically false,” Jordan Quinn, the fifth in the orgy, said.  “I want some damn respect.  His saggy-ass balls were not involved in that euphoric night in nirvana.”

Members of said orgy are not the only ones to discount the veracity of such a salacious rumor.

“Woah.  Is that true?” a rightfully skeptic Friend, Sierra Wilson, asked.  “I can’t believe that my president — I mean, President Casey would do something like that.  (You’re not going to print that about ‘My president,’ right?)”

Rumors surrounding Casey’s closeness with the student body and the students’ bodies have been categorically proven false.  It is unknown where they stemmed from and assumptions can only be made about their origins.  

The Curtis Hall Basement was built as a labyrinth, so members of the unofficially named “Bimonthly Curtis Sex Club” set-up signs directing interested parties to the room of their choice.  Uninvited residents of Curtis Hall allegedly called campus police to report the “Health and Community Guidelines” violations after allegedly hearing repeated moaning, splashing and bed frame bumping.

“The first thing I want to say is that at no point did I see President Casey present at the orgy or in any of the other rooms.  I would like to repeat: President Casey was NOT at the orgy,”  Campus Officer Walter Wolfe said, continuing, “I arrived at Curtis and, God, I’ve never witnessed anything like that.  There were neon strip lights taped up all around the basement.  There were signs saying things like ‘Furry Room: Let Your Animal Out,’ ‘Key Party: Swing the Door and Swing Tonight,’ and ‘Orgy.’  I opened the door to the orgy room because, you know, I had to respond to the call and wow.  That was the first time I’ve seen something like that in person.”

While students have been critical of the events that occurred that night, some students are quick to clarify that they are by no means kink shaming.

“First of all, I just want to say that orgies and kinks of any kind are good and should be fully explored with willing and enthusiastic consent,” Finding, Understanding, and Connecting with Kinks Club President Rachel Hawley said. “However, we strongly denounced, again, denounce, these actions. Not because of the nature of the sexual actions that were carried out, but because of how incredibly selfish and unsafe these actions were during a pandemic. [These members] knew we were still in Gate 1 at that point. They took their own needs and wants and placed them above the safety of the wider community.”

The Rag continues to monitor the situation and will provide updates as more information comes to light.

New Drinking Culture Emerges at Colgate Due to the Pandemic

HAMILTON, NY — As the world adjusts to the “new normal,” so has Colgate’s student body. A lack of ability to register social events has left the nation’s #9 party school scrambling for drinking venues. Students have been fiending for somewhere–literally anywhere–to aggressively binge drink their young lives away. A first-year student who wished to remain anonymous told The Rag thusly: 

“You know, last semester we had to make due and people got pretty creative. A few people threw parties in the woods, and some people turned their dorm common rooms into house parties.” 

A few brave souls even reportedly held a drug and alcohol fueled “party” in the Curtis laundry room. However, with a new semester came new challenges. Cold weather forced parties in the woods to end and curious underclassmen have begun to seek new venues down the hill for their debauchery.

Many businesses have taken notice of students’ needs and took the opportunity to capitalize on them. With a lack of bars downtown, local decor depot Swank noticed they had unrealized potential. The store owner, Idunn Oh, approached The Rag with a statement: 

“Yeah, well we realized that our store closes at 5 PM each day. So we have this whole space that goes unused each night. We started a happy hour promotion from 6-8 on weeknights, and some theme parties on weekends.”

Swank’s owner explained that the store never expected to have such a turnout. 

“I mean, it was crazy,” Oh elaborated. “We had hordes of students coming down each night. Who knew a bunch of kids would want to drink in an oddly placed home decor shop that’s miraculously still in business?” When asked to comment about the ages of the students attending happy hour, Oh declined to comment. 

Other businesses have been able to capitalize as well. The Rag has heard reports of an underground tunnel connecting DK Grocery and RIG that leads to a speakeasy serving nothing but shots of Everclear to eager students. Rusch’s Bar and Grill has also been able to appeal to underclassmen, with not-so-subtle signage in their windows advertising the “Least strict ID checks in Hamilton.” Generally, it can be said that Colgate’s student body will let almost nothing get in the way of binge drinking aggressively for no reason on rogue weeknights, filling the void of the temporarily(?)-closed Jug and the lack of registered frat parties in sweaty basements. 

New Residence Hall Exclusively for Colgate 13

HAMILTON, NY — President Casey recently unveiled the plans for a residence hall exclusively for the Colgate Thirteen. The new building—coined “Clout Hall”—will be situated in the center of the academic quad between the Chapel and Hascall Hall. “Colgate Alma Mater is just a bop,” President Casey said, “and none of the other a cappella groups seem to know the lyrics. So here we are.”

Current design plans “emulate the aesthetic of the new Pinchin and Burke Halls…” the ghost of Dean Flores Mills said, “in that they look more or less like four-star business hotels.” There are, however, key architectural choices made with Clout Hall that will make it distinct from other residence halls on campus.

“A giant fucking blazer,” Dean McLoughlin said, “a giant blazer around the whole damn thing. There will be a limo garage, hot tub, and that bar from The Shining.” In addition, rather than just toilets, every bathroom will be a Chobani Café.

Many students have responded in protest, claiming some kind of “bias” towards the cool, calm and collected Alpha Males of Colgate. “I’ve been living in a dingy cave with water damage and asbestos with no response from ResLife,” sophomore Rachel Waters said, “and now these guys get a literal palace just because they sing and have a lot of rich alumni? What the fuck!” Waters clearly has no respect for the art and craft of elite a cappella, which is probably why ResLife has been ignoring her. “East Hall has black mold in its bathrooms and forced triples and I just heard that my friend in the 13 is getting a king bed with his own gold-plated toilet next year,” first-year Dave Matthews said. “I don’t know, that just doesn’t seem right to me.”

So much to say, Matthews, for a kid with absolutely zero clout up the hill. The recently-knighted by Queen Elizabeth Sir Chaz Crumplebottom, musical genius and crown-prince of the Colgate 13, responded to the accusations of unfairness. “The general peasantry of this campus seems so peeved with our new development project, and appear to have forgotten everything we do for them. Culture, art, song, alumni donations, handsomeness––this is what we give you, tirelessly, everyday, from the goodness of our own hearts. Do we not deserve the recognition? Do we not deserve a reward for our hard work?” Crumplebottom said, briefly breaking into song as other members of the 13 emerged from the darkness with a timely and rhythmic, “dum dum duh-dum do-do-do duh-dum dum dum.” My gosh, what they can do with their vocal chords. Blows me away every time.

Fraternities Already Fighting Over Freshman Dick

HAMILTON, NY — Every school year brings a new crop of fresh-faced, doe-eyed, impressionable first-years, and this year is no different. What is truly special about freshman year is how everyone comes in with a fresh slate. That being said, every decision made now will truly impact your academic career and—more importantly—your social standing. It is the dopeness of the jersey worn to Freshman Night at the Jug that separates the try-hard from the frat star in waiting. It is evenings spent studying instead of trying to sneak into frats that separates the glue from the glitter. It is the hours spent hungover in an 8:30 a.m. Economics class instead of still passed out in a dorm in Drake, missing yet another Middle Eastern Studies class, that separates the Colgate Ideal from just another college freshman. Every year there is that one freshman that sets themselves apart, the one that quickly becomes a Barstool Colgate staple, with potential to move up to the majors: Barstool Sports. The first-year that everyone wants—everyone has to have. With 2019’s fall pledge class already in the books, fraternities are looking amongst the new faces of Colgate’s 2023 class to fill next year’s pledge class.

“God, when I first saw Dick [Wolfe], it was special. It was Fraturday, September 7, 2:37 p.m. He was just so beautiful, standing there in the Swamp’s backyard, Natty in one hand, red cup in the other. He had on this jersey, this Bronny James jersey, when I saw him. He looked up and our eyes met from across the yard, and I just knew. I just knew—this dude was going to be mine. This dude was gonna be a brother,” said Delta Upsilon President John Munche, eyes glazed over in fraternal no-homo lust.

The magnetism witnessed by Munche was quickly discovered by other members of Greek life on campus. Wolfe’s raw charisma and dope jerseys has created a fervor among the fraternities.

“That guy is fucking sick! He can shotgun a beer, from sharktooth to last chug, in, like, sub-0.5 seconds!” said Phi Delt President Ice Tea.

“We don’t just want him, we need him! You can see it in his eyes, he wants to say yes! The only reason he’s talking to all those fraternities is to make us jealous! Last Fraturday, [September 21], he ditched his parents at the Eatery come [to Beta]! He took their fucking G-Wagon and just rolled up; told them he had to go to the bathroom and just never came back!” said Beta President Elliot Stablere.

The fervor isn’t limited to the fraternities; other campus organizations have taken notice of the freshman, as well.

“We just know if we get him, [President Brian] Casey will have no choice but to finally recognize us as an official fraternity,” said BDS President Donald Cragene.

Tau Favors Sobriety Over Fraturday in Shocking Discovery

HAMILTON, NY — The brothers of the Phi Kappa Tau fraternity are focused these days on getting to know one another. They can be heard blasting Kendrick Lamar at 3:00 pm on a Tuesday afternoon, or seen on virtually any Saturday occupying their porch, turning away any non-brother they see. The question remains: why is Tau so against visitors? The Monthly Rag did some digging to find out. Disguised as a case of Recipe 21, our reporter Susan Stanne infiltrated the Tau house on a given Fraturday, while they were “at capacity.”

Stanne reports that in the Tau house, the brothers were inside playing video games and talking about their days. She was absolutely stunned.

“Okay, I admit it,” says Tau junior, Joey Nemo, “sometimes we just don’t want to party. That’s why we can’t let people in. We have to make it look like we’re having a fraturday, but we’re really just chillin’. Gotta make time for the brothers.”

While the warmth of brotherhood heats the Tau house, there are freshmen girls outside shivering and trying to break in through the back door.

“We loooovve Tau, yeah,” says freshman Mel Converse, “yeah, my older sister who is a junior says that Tau is the best. I’ve never personally gotten in, but I love Tau.”

It turns out that if you have a porch presence, people will think you are hosting a party, especially if you advertise it as an open fraturday. This allows the brothers of Tau to maintain the illusion that they are hosting, while in reality they’re either sober, two beers in, or a little high.

Our survey reports that of the 100 people walking on Broad Street last Saturday, 75 of them tried to get into Tau at least once and were all denied.

Other fraternities on campus, especially Beta are rejoicing. With their strategic placement right next to Tau, those who were “Nah, Broh”‘d away from the Tau porch were able to saunter over to the welcoming Beta.

Beta President, Joshua Hinkle commented on their reasoning: “If we let everyone in, and Tau lets no one in, people might come here again, right?” We’ll see Joshua. The elusive nature of Tau is attractive to the young freshman.

SGA “Bring Your Parents to Fraturday” Event Schedule

HAMILTON, NY—Words do not suffice when explaining the Naturday-stained glory of Colgate Fraturdays to parents. Colgate Fraturday is something that needs to be experienced to be understood. That’s why for Family Weekend the Student Government Association (SGA) organized a Bring Your Parents to Fraturday event. Prior to the event, SGA handed out pamphlets to the student body, outlining the steps to a successful Fraturday with your parents. It’s a necessary guide to showing your parents a good time without letting them getting fully lost in the sauce, or scaring them into fearing for your well-being. Below is the approximate schedule for the ideal Bring Your Parents to Fraturday.

Start your day by shotgunning some Nattys in the shower, because nothing says “wholesome” quite like a father-son, or mother-daughter, dorm pregame. While your parents are distracted by talking to your roommate or taking photos for the religious Facebook posts that fill the void of middle-aged boredom, down a few more shots. This is crucial, as you must not reveal the ease at which binge drinking now comes (thank you, Colgate!), but you still need to get fucked-the-fuck-up today. This is really a chance to pop off, because what Campo officer is going to stop you and intrude on family fun as you stumble down Broad Street with Mom and Dad?

Next up, time to take your parents’ Lax House-virginity, because they simply can’t leave campus without seeing our favorite sporty boys. Waltz right past all of the Johns and Ryans, stopping only if dad wants to get a sharpie tat on his cleavage while discussing which Boston suburb John/Ryan grew up terrorizing. Wow your parents with the grace and class of mystery mixies made on sticky tables that haven’t been cleaned since the 90s.

From here, boogie on over to Theta Chi at 52 Broad Street, but please be sure to avoid the swarms of bees that B&G continues to ignore. Make sure Mom and Dad have already had plenty to drink, otherwise you’ll enter dangerous territory with Tach’s watered-down Jug of Recipe 21. Dance with them under the strobe lights and rotting moose head to “Kill the Lights”, but don’t get on any elevated surfaces. We know we feel invincible under the influence, but trust that parents’ backs and knees are not.

Next on your agenda is a pilgrimage to your post-Fraturday meal location of choice. Rig and the Eatery are good options for the more sophisticated and less-black out, but if your parents’ standards are equally as low as yours, take them to Main Moon. Delicious in the moment, and everyone will have the same MSG farts at brunch tomorrow.

Now your parents might be feeling a nap at this point, but you cannot, emphasis on cannot, let them take a break if you want them to make it to the DU Saturday night open. Things can get touchy here, you may or may not need to offer suplemental substances, whether it be addy, blow, weed, more booze, or a k-hole for the most adventurous parent. Find a middle hours to post at while the sun goes down and let Mom post a sloppy Facebook story. It’s all about authenticity, people.

Once the clock strikes 10, you know where to go, folks. The Delta Upsilon brotherhood will welcome your parents with open arms and plenty of Raider Football gear. Play a little pong, do a little dance, and get down with the parentals. The second you spot your booty call of late, though, make a run for the door. No one needs that interaction, but your parents definitely need to meet John and Michelle Jug. The Jug, it’s a wonderful, timeless horror. After convincing your parents to be the ones to venmo Michelle on your behalf, pull them past the sloppy freshmen to the middle and bust out your dad dance moves. Get them to buy you some Vodka Crans, but do not let them go to the bathroom. They don’t need to see that nightmare, but they do need to see the sea of college students making out on the dance floor. If so inclined, they DFMO as well, but maybe make your exit before then. Send a cute goodnight text from your earlier booty call’s bed, and look forward to the hungover brunch the next day where no one acknowledges the lines crossed the day before. Happy Family Weekend!

Despite Lead in Water, Chobani Café Remains Most Pressing Issue on Campus

HAMILTON, NY — Earlier this month, a school-wide email was sent out regarding the high levels of lead detected in water supplies for certain on-campus residences. Despite the shocking detail that the elevated lead levels were discovered by a Chem student and not Colgate’s own Department of Environmental Health and Safety or even Buildings and Grounds, most students either ignored the email or said, “meh,” and deleted it.

As testing of other buildings ensued, and continued to find more residences with high levels of lead in the water, students continued to not give a shit. By press time, nearly the entirety of Broad Street, as well as university-owned apartments on College Street, were operating with non-potable water. Also by press time, not a single member of the student body who gave a shit could be identified.

University officials have been shocked at their ability to get away with little to-no communication on the matter, considering the fact that the majority of upperclassmen on campus are living without potable water in their residences. “It’s amazing how when you’re actually screwing them over and it’s not just honey mustard in the Coop, you can get away with murder. Or lead poisoning,” Executive Director of Alumni Relations and Fuck Them Kids Yo Phineas Büderneepples said, “Wait, was that on the record?” No worries, Phineas. No one cares.

Further Rag investigation into #LeadGate found a publicly accessible page on the Colgate website listing all of the lead test results from a number of the Broad Street residences, including Bunche House, Kappa, and GPhi, all showing at least 10 times the EPA-actionable limit of lead in parts per-billion. Despite the highly-toxic levels of lead with results publicly available for literally anyone to read, the student body has showed absolutely zero interest in the issue. For a group of young adults who get up in arms over just about anything, sending angry emails over salad bars and giving petitions to cancel class signatures in the thousands, the current reaction is a truly unsettling deviation from the norm.

When the Rag reached out to students for comment, we could barely get anyone to look up from their copies of the Maroon-News. Finally, after shaking one junior boy from his stupor, he looked up and said, “The only thing I give a shit about right now is how awful the Chobe is and emailing Brian Casey about when the cinnamon twists are coming back.” Turns out, Colgate students can only be mad about one thing at a time.

Student Spotlight: The Beta Shitter

HAMILTON, NY —  Growing up in Scarsdale, New York in Westchester County, the Beta Shitter came from a lower upper class family.  While growing up, BS often struggled with feelings of inadequacy.

“Do you know what it’s like to grow up with only two yachts in Westchester?  I was bullied, harassed, embarrassed almost daily. Kids would steal my ascot, pull my lapels, hide my cufflinks, step on my Sperry’s.  It was horrifying! You don’t fucking know the pain I’ve endured,” BS said.

Since he was a young kid, BS dreamed the American Dream, or FBGM—”Fuck Bitches, Get Money.”  

“Dude, I fucking knew I was gonna get tons of puss when I came here.  These girls are LOOSE man! Anyway, now that I’ve declared my major I’ve really had to scale back on the punnany.  Econ man, shit takes time,” BS said wistfully.

While BS always had the FBGM dream, he didn’t expect that he would become a campus hero.

“Campus legend, bitch!  Let’s put this straight, I’m a campus LEGEND!  God, it was fucking hilarious to shit on those pricks’ porch.  I wish I could’ve seen their faces… Man, time really flies,” BS reminisced.  

When asked about his opinion on the so-called “copycat” from this year, BS bristled.

“What the fuck are you talking about?  Copycat?! Copycat?!  The guy from Curtis or Drake or wherever the hell wasn’t making a statement.  He wasn’t squatting in solidarity with his sisters. No—that dick was drunk and pooped in an innocent person’s dorm.  That’s some Beta shit right there. Man, it gets me heated whenever they try to compare me to him. People think I just took a shit on a porch.  They don’t understand the dedication that it took. The clarity of mind. The goddamn artistry,” BS said.

When asked if he has any more statements on the horizon, BS was reluctant to share any specifics.

“Man, you’ll just have to wait and see.  I’ve got some ideas, but you’ll just have to wait and see,” BS said.

Local Student Publication Struggling Amidst Finals Week

HAMILTON, NY — As the 2018-2019 school year is coming to a close, it should be no surprise that everyone is, to quote an unnamed student in the stressful cesspool of emotion and rage that is Case Library, “fucking FUCKED. FUCKING BIG FUCKING FUCKED BIG FUCKING TIME. FUCK.” We here at the Rag would like to emphasize this mysterious student’s (rather loud and abrasive) statements: we are fuuuuuucked.

Not as in “we, the student body,” but as in “we, The Monthly Rag.” We’re the “Local Student Publication,” as if it were a surprise to anyone; we’re not exactly subtle. As of time of writing, we have received a total of thirty-three death threats (each stylized a la the Saw franchise), six cease-and-desist requests, and one of our editors–one Jared 🅱️osen–is literally on fire. He has been for about four days. We don’t know what this says about his pain tolerance or his awareness of his surroundings, but we do know it’s probably not healthy.

All of this struggle comes with an additional problem that we here at The Rag believe plagues a majority of clubs on campus: student extracurricular participation is at an all-time low due to the stress of finals. The club leader of the “Completely-Real-and-Not-Made-Up Club, A. Human, had the following to say about the matter:

“There was once a point where we had a solid core group of people really interested in what our club represents, but now, our meetings our lucky to pull more than three people. It’s incredibly disheartening to see students pulled away from their interests to combat the incredible grade-deflation that Colgate is known to have.”

When pressed about the concept of grade deflation, an unnamed member of the Colgate administration scoffed and said, “Fuck them kids, bro! Look around bro; look at life! You see these trees, man? You see this water? Come on, man; you got so much more to appreciate, man.” While these comments were initially confusing, further investigation revealed that a majority of the administrative body had turned to listening to upbeat 2017 pop-rap in efforts to improve communication with the student body. Thus far, results have been positive–albeit you can only go up from rock-bottom.

Rag “Fucking Drippin’ in Sauce”

HAMILTON, NY — The Monthly Rag recently acquired some pullover sweatshirts—and it is no overstatement to say that they are “fye.”  The pullover is black, with a crest in the front-left with the motto “The pen is mightier” inscribed in the bottom of the crest.  On the back, the saying “13 Stories Written by 13 Writers After 13 Beers” is written out. Multiple members of the Monthly Rag have reported an increase in: body count, lip bites in their direction, winks in their direction, and general lust directed toward their soul.  The new swag has created a real stupor among the Colgate population.

“Oh god..they’re just so fucking cool.  Do you know if [redacted] is single? I’ve just never seen so much drip in my life.  Oh lord, the ambiguous motto just… Does it mean 13 writers drank 13 beers between them or does it mean they each drank 13 beers?  God, I don’t care. I just want [redacted] right now,” first-year Nadie NoOne said.

This much sauce, however, has caused some friction among the Rag members.

“I just don’t know man.  Do they want me for my fucking handsomeness or for my sauce?  It’s a real mind-fuck, man. It’s keeping me up at night, man,” Rag member Great Personality Jared said.  

The lust hasn’t been limited to the students either.

“Dude, I was just in Frank getting some food when this lady just comes up to me and my friends.  It was fucking wild. She says she fucks with, like, the Rag and shit. And I’m like ‘Aight, dope.’  Then she’s like ‘I don’t always fuck with it.’ And I’m like ‘Bet? Aight then.’ So, like, basically, she wanted my dick,” a first-year Rag member said.

Despite the general lust for the new Rag pullovers, there have been some students that don’t appreciate the aesthetic.

“Does [redacted] not fucking have anything else to wear?  [Redacted] has worn it to French all damn week. He has like six fucking stains on it!  And one of them looks crusty as fuck… Just, uhhhh, wash it for God’s sake!” senior Todos EveryOne said.

Although some students’ jealousy will get in the way of their fashion sense, the Rag has vowed to persevere.

“Fuck him!  This—this is just some lotion I dropped on it.  My elbows get ashy!” an anonymous Rag member said.