Farewell from The Quipster

At the beginning of last year, a group of us gathered together to form a satirical newspaper for the YU community. It was on that memorable, maybe regretful, night, with our cheeks flushed and heads feeling lighter, that The Quipster was conceived. Our motive was simple: YU as an institution was far too serious. The culture was defined by the Beit Midrash and the fourth floor of the library; there were too many girls in Stern with Longchamp bags and Hadaya jewellery waiting for their ring fingers to get a little heavier. Humour was needed, and it was needed badly.

We’ve tried our hardest over the past year to make you, the reader, laugh; to show you how much you mean to us, though we could never tell you that we love you. Sometimes you’ve responded warmly, at other times you’ve turned away from us, forcing us to bite down hard on our lips, though our emotions have betrayed us and we’ve let out a whimper or two.

But now, things are different. There are other papers that exist to be the source of all the jokes. There are enough articles written to make you laugh, even if we didn’t write them.

The morning after The Beacon article was published, we called our cousins, The Commentator.

“What’s wrong?” they said.

Our silence was enough of an answer.

“Then you’ve been a success; you’ve turned YU into a joke.”

Not wanting to hear such harsh words, we muttered some expletive and hung up.

The only thing we can do now is learn how to do the walk of comedy shame: upstaged by illiterate Syms students and slutty Stern girls.

We just wish it could have been us...

--The Quipster Team