Whitman has recently undergone a number of name changes to the various campus institutions that promote a history of colonialism and a general white supremacist attitude. There’s that fun line slash...
Last Saturday the WWU Wolves faced off against the Whitman Missionaries in a Club Volleyball match that once again proved the necessity of the #prayforwhitman campaign so generously instigated by the WWU...
According to reports, God (of Heavenly Father fame), is kinda busy right now, so you’re just gonna have to hold on for a couple of minutes, ok? Telling reporters that the number of prayers he’s received...
Enter the scene: two vivacious, rapscallious alley cats descend a long brick staircase, old and worn, full of new-growth weeds and dandelions, finding their way among the cracks, surviving on just enough,...
As a humor writer for the Whitman College Pioneer (we’d love input on a less-racist name change, by the way), I am a vociferous proponent for making fun of the Whitman student body. Every day, I am bombarded...
I walked along the river. The sun was out, and it sparkled across the surface of the water.
Two old men exchanged a glance through the shop window.
She ran the needle again and again through...
As Whitman College begrudgingly catches up with the twenty-first century by removing such highly visible vestiges of colonialism as the mascot and the name of this newspaper, efforts have been directed...
The night of April 17 will go down in history as the freakin’ Independence Day for members of the small, deformed, name-ambiguous situation that is The Pioneer. Queen Clarra May sent out an email to...
In order to increase the number of visitors that flow through Sheehan Art Gallery like nonexistent molasses, the Whitman art department is announcing some new installations of modern student art. The director,...
Ugh. It’s the weekend, time to have fun, but you’re saddled with a prospie that follows you everywhere like an ugly duckling. But this is one baby duck that won’t be swooped up by a crow and leave...
As we all know, Whitman is an abysmal place to be between the end of October and the middle of March. It’s cold, rainy and a thick wet fog settles over everything, carrying with it the scents of decay...
