Frost nips at your cheeks, the leaves color and die,
Sure signs that All Hallows’ Eve draws nigh.
So come closer my child, come sit next to me,
And I’ll tell you the story of one haunted university.
The school is called Brown, nothing more, nothing less.
The students one and all live in peace without stress.
But one time each year, on Halloween night,
All joy flies away, chased out by pure fright.
In University Hall ghosts and ghouls await
All who come through Van Wickle’s gate.
Paranormal apparitions from the windows do stare
So be careful, I say, and tread always with care.
Ghosts are not the only freaks at this school,
In the SciLi basement trolls holler and drool.
And Keeney, too, oh woe is me!
Such terrible vampires I never did see!
In Andrews terrible tales are etched on the wall
Of students who had such heedless gall.
Students like poor old Vincent and Pat,
Who the witches nabbed and cooked in a vat.
After sundown Wriston is a bad place to be,
The goblins will snag whoever they see.
And if they catch you they’ll be filled with glee
To sprinkle you on tomorrow’s chicken potpourri.
So, my child, this Halloween when you’re out,
Eat your garlic and choose a safe route.
And when you’re filled with fright and sensations queer,
Know that spirits of another world are near.
That Brown possesses the largest remaining operational Hutchings-Votey organ in the galaxy ranks in the top five things you hear on a prospective student tour, somewhere between “there is no typical Brown student” and “No, I didn’t see Emma Watson on campus” (Ed. – We should write that up). While most Brown students never saw Emma Watson, many Brown students do go to an organ concert or two during their undergraduate careers. If you have yet to see the organ in action, don’t miss tonight’s Midnight Halloween Organ Concert. For most of Brunonia, however, knowledge of the behemoth that resides inside Sayles above the imposing portraits of old white guys stops there. Most people don’t even know what a Hutchings (or a Votey) is! Last month, we sat down with Mark Steinbach, Brown’s University Organist, to clear a few things up ahead of the annual Halloween concert. It’s safe to say we got more than we bargained for.
I caught up with Mark Steinbach after one of his organ lessons. I showed up in Sayles at 2:57 for a 3:00 p.m. meeting, and he gave me a polite yet stern request to wait downstairs while he finished with his student. You’re really getting your money’s worth with him, apparently. Once he had finished teaching, however, he dove headfirst into our meeting. I guess you kind of have to be all-in on the organ once you’re that good at playing it. We began with a tour of the inside of the organ.
Pipes. Pipes everywhere.
Last week, my friend
grexted group texted all of our of friends, saying, “GUYS there are 7 of us and 7 deadly sins… Halloween costume or what?” If you have the right number of friends for a particular group costume, you pretty much have to do it. Here we’ve come up with some great group costumes if you happen to have exactly the right number of people. Some might be a little tough to coordinate, but we trust you all to try your best.
206: A skeleton
This isn’t just a normal halloween skeleton costume. With 206 people, you can each be a different bone in the human body! Get really good at walking in formation, and together you’re a skeleton. You can also get clever with the individual bones—dibs on being the funny bone.
42: The meaning of life
This one is really easy: you just have to get 42 people together. Rally together your entire seminar or your freshman unit. You don’t even have to wear anything special, just cluster together and make it clear that there are 42 of you. It’s also really deep.
1001: The Arabian Nights
There are a few ways you can interpret this one. You could each be an actual character from a story in One Thousand and One Nights. You could each dress up as the literal night, by wearing black and sticking glow-in-the-dark stars all over yourself. Or you could go super punny and wear a knight costume! LOL!
Last year, Blog rejoiced when Halloween fell on #ThrowbackThursday. This year, we are not so fortunate: Halloween coincides with #FlashbackFriday, a watered down pseudo-version of #TBT, the classic and culturally accepted weekly Instagram holiday. We could not, however, resist getting involved in the most overkill social media-induced nostalgia trip of the year just because of the pesky Gregorian calendar…so, we have curated a BlogPanel of simpler days when Halloween wasn’t about muploading from the Whiskey Republic and out-punning your frenemies. Happy #FlashbackFriday!
Our editor-in-chief, Georgia Tollin (far left), mustache you a question.
As October comes to a close, Brunonians are grappling with the same seemingly unanswerable question: what am I going to be for Halloween? The task of coming up with a costume that’s both original and sexi is stressful to say the least. I’ve scanned Ricky’s Halloween Superstore for inspiration and been intrigued by options like this:
And especially this:
This costume is only $100!!!
But every costume from Ricky’s is $50+, so clearly this is out of the question. (Also, the categories on their website are 20’s, 50’s, 80’s, princess, superhero, funny, and Arabian.)
There are always the costumes I can throw together at the last minute. To the black cats and the school girls, I say Been There, Done That and Never Going Back Again (okay I’ll probably go back). At this point, it’s even more hackneyed to be “a mouse, duh” (and if you had to click on that link, we can’t be friends). Continue Reading
There aren’t a lot of things that last from birth and through college. We don’t still get tucked in at night by our parents, have home cooked meals, swim in the shallow end, or brush our teeth twice a day (I’m not alone on this right?), but we still get excited for Halloween. Sure, the goal of Halloween changes from childhood to college. No longer is it about who can get the most candy but rather it is about who can GET the most candy (see what i did there). Instead of eating Twix and Snickers till we get sick, we drink Caldwell’s and Natty till we get sick. We still wear costumes, yet instead of dressing like our favorite disney character, we now dress like our favorite sexy disney character (I am going as Olaf from Frozen this year FYI).
So maybe not all that much has changed, and that is fine because, like my uncle from South Carolina, I am scared of change. But Halloween for sure has evolved, from our earliest days of getting dressed in adorable baby-propriate costumes, to that time we went as sexy Shia Leboeuf.