Cornell Republican Sheds Red Nose and Polka Dot Romper, Slinks into Suit for Rare ClubFest Metamorphosis

ARTS QUAD—For one day only each semester, Andy Thomas ‘28 and the rest of the Cornell Republicans attempt to make a respectable impression. From the hours of 2 to 4:30 p.m. on ClubFest, they reluctantly pause their usual performance of twisting balloons into scary orange shapes and juggling racism, misogyny, and homophobia. Instead, this freak…

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“Hey! Do You Hate Your Life Too?”: Project Team Gauges Interest

ENGINEERING QUAD—With a new class of bright-eyed first-years settling into Cornell, the University’s many student organizations are seizing new recruitment opportunities. Project team members, in particular, have pounced at the chance to contact human life, move their limbs, get fresh air, et. cetera. “Hey! Do you share your life, too?” asked Dalia Good ‘26, an…

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“Come Down Here and Scan our QR Code!” Cornell Kidnapping Club Grabs Several New Members at ClubFest

BARTON HALL— Excitement was in the air at Cornell’s Fall ClubFest as students eagerly perused hundreds of the University’s student-run organizations. Clubs employed a variety of methods to entice students to join their communities, such as flashy posters, games, and performances. “A lot of clubs have already caught my attention,” observed Annika Williams ’27. “They…

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Disaster! Fire Juggling Club and Big Piles of Straw Club Placed Next to Each Other at Clubfest

BARTON HALL–Clubfest was evacuated Sunday after the Fire Juggling Club’s live demonstration sent a wayward torch into a hands-on display for the Big Piles of Straw Club, who occupied the neighboring booth.  CUPD had their hands full containing several unrelated blazes in North Campus residence halls and were therefore unable to respond to the scene….

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“What Have I Done”: Student Who Pregamed ClubFest Awakens to 573 Unread GroupMe Messages

MARY DONLON HALL—James Woodhouse ‘26, who took eight shots of strawberry lemonade-flavored Svedka prior to attending ClubFest, awoke Monday morning to a pounding headache and hundreds of unopened GroupMe messages and listserv emails from completely unfamiliar organizations. “Oh god, what the fuck happened yesterday?” cried Woodhouse as he peeled laptop stickers off his clothes. “I’ve…

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