The Thing We Carry

ID cards have given us access to Yale since the ‘90s. What do they signify?

When Miko McGinty was a senior at Yale in 1993, she could get in anywhere. Most students on campus lugged around three keys at all times (one for their college’s courtyard, one for their entryway, and one for their suite), and still had to wait outside the gates of other residential colleges until a sympathetic student let them in. McGinty made no such sacrifices: as the owner of a master key passed down from an upperclassman friend, she was one of only about ten students. . . Read more
Annie Rosenthal

A student pedals across Connecticut one fine day.

It’s already past 10 a.m., but campus is silent on a Sunday morning. The overcast sky is the color of cream of wheat, and clouds linger placidly overhead. The cool November air feels too sleepy to stir, and there’s not a hint of a breeze. I’m anxious to get on the road to my aunt’s home in Simsbury, Connecticut and the Massachusetts border, but haste would upset the composure of the moment. Then again, I have a 112-mile day in front of me. I’d been. . . Read more
Nicholas Geiser
Secrets Are No Fun

A freshman looks for a niche in the Yale Society for the Exploration of Campus Secrets.

Payne Whitney Gymnasium, 9:05 PM. The volleyball game is over, and I stand with a fellow adventurer in ten stories of bright emptiness. Every footfall echoes. We’re alone, free to explore and investigate Yale’s athletic cathedral. The United States Squash Hall of Fame features a wall-to-wall trophy case with aspirations grander then its five lonely trophies. The crew tank looks like an ominous blend of slave galley and medieval dungeon. It takes only a little imagination to picture floggings on the tile floor. The open. . . Read more
Aaron Gertler
Small Things and Big Things

Mathematics professor Michael Frame’s world is built of self-similar patterns.

Michael Frame with fractal models in his Dunham Laboratory office. When the mathematician Michael Frame was growing up in St. Albans, West Virginia, he and his little brother Steven decided to make a hot air balloon. They didn’t have the money to buy a ready-made set, so Michael crafted a little bowl out of some tin foil and Steven found a bottle of rubbing alcohol to use as fuel. Together, they coated the inside of the bowl with sawdust so the alcohol wouldn’t slip out. . . Read more
Austin Bernhardt
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
Handsome Dan

The most lionized animal in the New Haven jungle.

Handsome Dan is now in his seventeenth incarnation. The bulldog may not have a mane or know how to roar, but he’s still the most lionized animal in the New Haven jungle. There are animals stronger in number—pigeons, seagulls, tiny brown birds that hop, and squirrels fat from acorns and pizza—but as far as notoriety goes, the bulldog is king. Celebrated with fanfare and immortalized in iconography, Handsome Dan graces t-shirts, shot glasses and mugs: a blue and white swirl of protruding cheeks. He frowns. . . Read more
Aziza Tichavankunda

The place of bicycles among Yale’s Gothic spires.

Elegant and functional. Andrew Nelson Whether you come to belong to a place depends on how you get there.  Sometimes you’re greeted with open arms, and other times—with a bar to the chest. That’s how, until recently, Bass Library greeted bicyclists. “It’s absurd,” she said. “Almost in your face.” The silver-haired woman stared at a bar four inches in diameter and 42 inches from the ground. She had dismounted her bee-yellow Motobecane and, unwilling to lift the bike above her waist, now leaned it against. . . Read more
Andrew McCreary
Talking Shops

The story of a street, a city, and a school.

The printer on the second floor of Tyco beats like the heartbeat of a marathoner gone aerobic. Founded by Michael Iannuzzi in 1971, the copying and printing company is one of the few small business that have seen the transformation of Broadway. Cutler's Record Shop still exists today; David's Cookies and Ice Cream, however, has long been replaced. Educated Burgher is another. There, a 1984 map of New Haven’s businesses still hangs on the wall, faded and irrelevant. Fewer than half of the businesses depicted. . . Read more
Juliana Hanle
The Critic

Scenes with David Koskoff, Yale undergraduate theater’s biggest fan.

Before I met David Koskoff ’61 LAW ’64 and his wife Charlotte Koskoff, I sat behind them during an undergraduate performance of Tom Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead this October. Mr. Koskoff was the one leaning over and explaining a joke to his wife, loud enough for me to hear, too. I had seen the pair in many Yale audiences, but they were no one’s parents or professors that I knew. When I found them after the play, Mr. Koskoff confirmed proudly that he. . . Read more
Jacqueline Feldman
Riot Girl

In 1996 Sara Marcus left Yale, after violent threats to LGBTQ students were shrugged off by the administration. How far has Yale come since?

This fall, Katie Miller ’13 left the United States Military Academy at West Point in protest of the military’s Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy, and transferred to Yale. “Even before I was interested in transferring, I knew it was LGBTQ friendly,” she says of the college. After all, in 1986, Yale became one of the nation’s first universities to add sexual orientation to its nondiscrimination clause. The next year, an article in the Wall Street Journal dubbed the school the “gay Ivy”—an epithet that Miller. . . Read more
Emily Rappaport