#Barbara Blades
Students shouldn’t get their hopes up over party patrol cuts
In case you haven’t heard, the city of Evanston is facing a $9.5 million budget deficit for the 2010-11 fiscal year. To reduce stress on the budget, city council has proposed several options for cuts, such as a reduced contribution to public TV and closing two local libraries.
One particular cut that would hit close to home is the elimination of the “party patrol.” The patrol is a joint project between Evanston and university police to have more squad cars in off-campus neighborhoods during peak weekend party hours. According to a January 13th article in the Daily, cutting out the patrol would save the city about $20,000 annually. In a January 14th editorial, the Daily voiced its support for eliminating the patrol, calling it “ineffective.” more 
Parties, Townies, and Sex
WTF, parties
The theme of the feedback on last weekend’s Party Report was “WTF,” with an emphasis on the “F.” The rundown of parties elicited eight comments that debated whether or not the Party Report would get frats in trouble, and whether or not frats even matter. As questionable as the latter is, frats are not going to get kicked off because of us. There’s a little legal thing called statute of limitations. Guys, we love parties. Please. Give us some credit. more
On this east-facing map, the red area represents the eastern wedge of Evanston’s 5th ward. That’s where police are closely watching student houses—and where city officials are targeting their efforts at bringing properties up to code. For some residences, that means laying the groundwork for evictions.
Let’s begin with Dillo Day. Not last year, but many years ago. Way back in 1971, when Evanston was a dry town and the idea of a party so big it would carpet campus, from north to south, was a thrilling possibility. IFC and Panhel put together some leftover money, wheeled kegs into frats and dorms, and by noon on a clear, warm day 38 years ago, “the party was in full swing,” in the words of then-IFC President Richard Gochnauer. By 12:30, the dean of students had called—he’d heard there was alcohol and music and he was coming over to investigate. “When the dean arrived there were over a thousand students with beers in their hands dancing to music,” Gochnauer told a reporter in 2003. “He reminded me that Evanston was dry. There was a long silence. Finally, the dean turned to me and said, ‘Give me a beer.’”
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