Getting It In

A second-semester senior takes his final shot at learning Beirut.

After a long night. Andrew Nelson As a second-semester senior, with the clock ticking down to graduation, I feel compelled to make the most of my remaining time at Yale: to learn the lessons that matter, and to fill my remaining neurons with the most important information I can find. By this, of course, I mean learn to play beer pong. I meant Beirut. I knew that. Bei. Root. I should have honed this skill long ago, but it can’t be that hard, right?  You. . . Read more
Victor Zapana
On Height and Hiding

Remembering what it was like to stand tall, but walk small.

Walking tall. At six feet five inches, I am an abnormally tall man. And therefore, I can expect the world to treat me pretty well.  If the numerous studies on the subject can be trusted, I am, by virtue of my dimensions, likely to ascend my career ladder rapidly and attain a senior leadership position. Women on dating websites will seek me out. The style pages of Details and Esquire will continue to feature fashion tips geared toward reshaping vertically challenged men in my image:. . . Read more
Cory Finley
Apples to Apples

Bishop’s Orchards has operated in Guilford, Connecticut for 139 years. As the sixth generation of Bishops comes of age, the season is turning once more.

“It is remarkable how closely the history of the apple tree is connected with that of man.”—Henry David Thoreau Freshly picked pumpkins. Jacque Feldman In line at Bishop’s Orchards, sticky-fingered kids tugged at their parents’ pants, demanding more caramel apples. Outside, more children roamed, trying to pick up pumpkins too heavy for them to lift. It was a sunny afternoon, the first Saturday in October, and crowds had gathered to celebrate the apple harvest at the farm and market in Guilford, Connecticut. Two little girls. . . Read more
Jacqueline Feldman
Dreaming On

Life after graduation for Yale students who are undocumented immigrants.

Immediately following Liane Membis’ dismissal from the Wall Street Journal for fabricating sources, The New Journal launched its own investigation of this piece. We have removed the article while we continue to fact check. As yet, we have not found any evidence to prove that it was fabricated and at the time of publication of our September issue, we could neither verify nor refute the article. We described the process in our Letter from the Editors in that issue.. . . Read more
Liane Membis
Where Less is More

Six decades of haircutting and storytelling in Placido Mastroianni’s Whalley Avenue barbershop.

Placido Mastroianni and Mike Maraucci laugh in their Whalley Ave. barbershop. Placido Mastroianni cuts hair in a barbershop he calls a salon. “Salone means ‘you receive the people,’” he says. He takes a little off the top from any man who comes in. Men who don’t have much hair on their heads still have a lot on their minds.  In the weeks before November 2, 2010, their minds were on the mid-term elections. And Mastroianni, like any good barber, was ready to comb out the. . . Read more
Andrew McCreary
A Talk with Gay Talese

The master of literary nonfiction speaks about his craft to a group of Yale student writers.

Gay Talese Gay Talese is widely recognized as a pioneer of literary nonfiction, a journalistic genre that uses artful writing to tell factually accurate narratives, the same type of journalism we publish in The New Journal. Earlier this year, one New Journal editor in Anne Fadiman’s nonfiction class was lucky enough to listen to Talese speak. Since our words cannot do justice to how Talese has shaped the field of literary journalism, we’ll let his speak for themselves. On nonfiction storytelling and history: You should. . . Read more
Staff
Down to the Wire

The first commercial telephone switchboard was built in New Haven in 1878. Is there a future for the landline in its hometown?

January 28, 1878 stands out in Yale history as the birthday of the nation’s oldest college daily. That inaugural Yale Daily News—“justified by the dullness of the times and by the demand for news among us”—told Elis of local happenings—incoming Evangelicals, colleagues taking leave, tales of the female rowers from Wellesley College. (There were advertisements, too—“Merle, fashionable barber, the most liked of all by the students” was closed on Sundays, and 296 Chapel Street now sold Delmonico’s Cocoanut Cream.) That same day, city residents rang. . . Read more
Eleanor Kenyon
History in the Making

Yale’s yearbook, the Banner, is being revitalized by a group of students in an office previously home to musty boxes, a squatter, and two recently stolen Macs.

An artist's rendering of the Yale Banner, which many students have trouble recognizing. Andrew Nelson Few know the location of the office of the Banner, Yale’s yearbook. In fact, many students don’t even know that Yale has a yearbook, according to Banner senior class liason Ryan Carter ’11. So when that office was robbed the weekend of Safety Dance, the Banner’s six staff members were bewildered—first walking, then running from room to room searching for the two freshly delivered Macs (complete with Adobe CS5) that. . . Read more
Elisa Gonzalez
Know Your Wyrts

The roots of “roots,” a word brought into English by Vikings.

What else does this "root vegetable" have in common with the word "root"? Andrew Nelson. In the garden of the English language, “root” is a word in fairly fresh soil. Though the word itself has a very long history, it came into our language only recently, brought by Vikings about 1000 years ago. The word “root” came into Old English from Old Norse, the language of the Vikings, as rot, with a long ‘o’ (/o/, roughly like the ‘o’ in Spanish burro). Even before “root”. . . Read more
J Max Mikitsh
Root Beer and Skittles

The Naclerio family of East Haven is in year 83 of making and bottling their famous root beer.

Foxon Park bottles. Juliana Hanle The invention of root beer predates our nation. Native American warriors during the French and Indian War carried sugar and ginger to flavor their water. Hardy White Mountain backwoodsmen sustained themselves with maple sap boiled with spruce twigs. Even 250 years later, the recipe isn’t too different. At Foxon Park, a small family-owned soda manufacturer in East Haven, the Naclerio family has combined syrup with sugar, water, preservatives, and carbon dioxide in the same formula they’ve used since 1928. Foxon. . . Read more
Juliana Hanle