Is the University of Pennsylvania Really America’s Top Party School?

My Alma Mater Was Never That Wild—Except Maybe That One Night in 1972 with the Belly Dancers


I truly bleed red and blue. From my first day at the University of Pennsylvania in the fall of 1968 to the present, my pride in being a Quaker has rarely wavered. I have endured Princeton students’ chants of “Safety School,” at basketball games, confusion among the general populace between Penn and Penn State, and even an invitation to leave the Ivy League for the Atlantic Coast Conference. I am in my third year now as president of the class of 1972. In my 42 years as an alumnus, I …

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