The Blue Danube was an ironic name, of course. Harris Bayou, although it could become a pretty significant body of water after a big rain, was never remotely a river. But what I hadn’t really considered before I ran across this in the Thresher was that by 1946 there was nothing blue or fresh about it. The cartoon was on the front page:
And this editorial was inside. It sounds, honestly, just ghastly and for once I’d have to say that the students actually had a legitimate complaint, but it wasn’t until 1949 that significant remedial action was taken:
Bonus: It didn’t always look so hot in 1913 either.