Newman Day: A History


Newman Day is coming. Paul Newman went to Kenyon, isn’t that neat? One time he said “There are both 24 beers in a case and hours in a day — there should be a holiday commemorating this,” or something like that. I’m not sure who made the connection that the holiday should be celebrated by drinking 24 beers in 24 hours, sounds dangerous but whatever. Anyway, he/she went to Kenyon (Or maybe Bates), so that’s cool too. But, a lot of us are gonna celebrate tomorrow, here’s a rough timeline of events to get you in the mood.

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We Downloaded Average Photos of Famous Kenyon Alumni. What Happened Next Will Astound You.



Recently, I was reminded by my Thrill colleague’s timely roast of Rutherford B. Hayes that some seriously influential and somewhat baller people have graduated from Kenyon over the past hundred-odd years. With this knowledge dancing around in my brain box, I was compelled to ask: What would it be like if a bunch of successful alumni got together and had weird kids? Once that idea nugget poked its head out of the proverbial egg that is my skull, nothing could stop me from making my dream a reality. Man-man couplings that can’t produce children? Non-intersecting lifespans? WHO CARES. Let’s smash some faces together and see what we get.

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Dear Alum: Paul Newman ’49

Kenyon’s alumni are some of the best and brightest in the world (we happen to think). In this new feature, we’ll be celebrating some of our most beloved Kenyon alums with the highest honor any mortal can hope to achieve: notes/letters published on the Internet. Yes, that’s right, the Internet.


Dear Paul Newman,

Thank you so frickin much for Seabiscuit. Ohh wait wait! …wrong alum. You’re that expensive salad dressing guy—the hot shot with the chin dimple. Honestly, I find it difficult to believe you were that handsome in college. With a jawline like that, your presence likely tipped Kenyon’s delicate balance of average looking people to slightly above average looking people.* In this regard, you and I are quite alike. I’d like to think you were a N.A.R.P. like me.

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10 o’clock list: Awards They Don’t Give Out on Honors Day

This post was co-authored by Claire Berman ’16 and Emma Specter ’15.


As you may be aware, Honors Day was today, and just to answer the question you’re all asking yourselves — no, the Thrill didn’t win anything, but it would have been an honor just to be nominated. (We weren’t. It’s fine. Whatever.) However, we do have some suggestions as to categories that, for whatever reason, weren’t brought up this year — we’re confident that by next spring’s awards, all of these categories will be formally awarded to the most deserving candidates.

1. “The Jean Dunbar Caples Award for Staying in Your Room All The Time”

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Paul Newman in Drag on Buzzfeed

Image via Buzzfeed via Kenyon College Special Collections

Paul Newman, America’s favorite cookie, is featured in drag at Kenyon on Buzzfeed.  Some thoughts: Kenyon was better when it was an all boys school. Newman’s sparkly blue eyes do not shine quite as brightly under a bonnet. Let the Peeps have Deb Ball.

Also, here is a nice Internet piece from the Hairpin on Hollywood gossip and Paul Newman.

10 o’clock list: Fantasy Kenyon Dinner Party


If you were to have a dinner party this weekend where you could invite anyone from past/present/fictional Kenyon that your heart desired, whom would you invite? I’m about to take you on a journey through my own Kenyon dinner party complete with five Kenyon dinner guests, great food, and conversation. Think of it like the tea party from Alice in Wonderland, except I’m Malice in Wonderland and I get to pick the guests. We’ll probably eat at Buffalo Wild Wings because it’s my imagination and I get to decide the place. You’ll come for the hypothetical Kenyon guests but you’ll stay for what will be the craziest after party of your life.

  1. Rutherford B. Hayes ‘1842: The first person I would invite to my dinner party is Rutherford, the 19th president of the United States. Except I would call him “Birchard” because that’s what the B stands for and we will be good enough friends to use nicknames. His wife’s name was “Lemonade Lucy” and she was a teetotaler who didn’t allow alcohol in the White House. She’s not invited because that’s a total downer. Continue reading