FEATURE
Walking the Beat

Justin Elicker is six feet and two inches tall, weighs 160 pounds and has reddish hair. At the intersection of Whalley Avenue and Orchard Street in New Haven, he sticks out. He wore a pair of ill-fitting trousers that bunched up around his ankles, a button-down with light blue stripes and a pair of narrow, well-polished brown oxfords.

The Heir to King John?

Of the two candidates Harp is most often seen as DeStefano’s successor, both by her critics and champions. But after twenty years under one mayor, would a Harp administration mean more of the same?

The Other Way to Learn

The Thiel Fellowship application opens with a challenge: “tell us how you would like to change the world.”

Counting Cookie Calories

Commons is bustling. Students mill around the salad bars, dessert trays and fruit baskets. One girl moves slower than the rest. She pauses by the baked goods, reaches for a brownie, then glances up, noticing something. She hesitates, frowning, and her hand wavers. She turns away from the tray of chocolaty goodness. What changed her mind? A menu identifier, one of those white placards with nutritional information and a calorie count that accompany almost every dish served in Yale dining halls. For better or for worse, they influence the way that students eat.

Speaking by the numbers

Below the small sixth floor office of Mark Abraham ’04, residents strolled through the weekly farmer’s market on the New Haven Green. It was Wednesday afternoon, and the leaves of the looming oak trees were beginning to color. Abraham surveyed the scene from his large window. For the past three years, he has spent the majority of his waking hours studying these people — tracking, analyzing and sharing data about their schools and workplaces, their roads and hospitals. He sees the view for its details: the width of the road, the height of the trees and the number of streetlights on a block. “It’s hard not to see the numbers,” he said.

Yale Football: Rebuilding a Dynasty "One Game at a Time"

When the Yale football team arrived at JFK airport last Thursday, a visage of 65 towering men wearing coats and ties, a sense of readiness […]

A Republican's Battle for Ward 1

Chandler’s candidacy started as an initiative of the Yale College Republicans, which has long had a small presence on the campus of left-leaning Yale. According to YCR President Austin Schaefer ’15, members of the organization initially weren’t sure what their aim was in fielding a candidate in Yale’s Ward 1, which has only elected Democrats for years.

"Tradition, tradition!"

The Whims have been singing themselves into Yale tradition for over three decades; the Whiffenpoofs, for over a century. Next on the program, for both groups, is deciding how they will compose the future.

New Haven's Ultimate Political Survivor

Gathered around the DeLauro Family Table—a four-piece granite sculpture meant to mirror the arrangement of a kitchen table—the Harp supporters were waiting for a native daughter, U.S. Congresswoman Rosa DeLauro (D), to take the microphone and declare that she too supported their candidate. If any place in the city could adequately represent the power of the woman now endorsing Harp, it would be that monument. At the unveiling of the DeLauro Family Table in 2011, Mayor John DeStefano, the man Harp hopes to replace, talked up the sculpture as a tribute to the DeLauros’ generations of service to New Haven, citing both Luisa DeLauro’s 34 years as alderwoman and the political rise of her daughter.

Hive Haven

It is the third meeting of the Yale Bee Space at the Center for Engineering, Innovation and Design (CEID), and hive coordinator Fred Rincon ’16 is at the whiteboard with a marker, drawing a beehive.

WOADS: Women Only Appreciate Dancing Solo

For thirteen-year-olds, the stakes are always high. But never are the stakes more fatal than at a middle school dance. Fluorescent hallway lights seeping into the gym ballroom, threatening to reveal the pimples on the faces of the pubescent crowd cowering in the corners. And for a particular brown-haired girl with little to no fashion or social sensibility, those dances meant hovering around the outside of the bobbing dancers, heart beating.