It was just about a year ago that we wrote about The Brooklynite—our borough’s answer to The New Yorker—and asked ourselves the age-old question: “Were flappers the original hipsters?” And then our heads promptly exploded and it was quite a mess and we’re only now recovered. It was awful.
But so, were we a little skeptical when we saw that Gothamist had discovered a tourist’s guide to New York from 1920? Sure we were. Upon what could it possibly shed light that we didn’t already know? That “of the five boroughs… Brooklyn has distinctively the flavor of Arts and Letters”? Nope, not surprising. That “Brooklyn is as different from New York as day is from night. It thinks differently, lives differently, acts differently”? Well, obviously. That “a Brooklyn audience, as has often been remarked, is discriminating and exacting”? Sure. Fine. What else is there to know?
Only this: “Brooklyn College [is] the center for Catholic instruction in this city.” Which, what? How could that be? Brooklyn College, which is one of the gems of the CUNY system (and, really, of affordable higher public education in general) wasn’t established until 1930 and was most definitely not a place exclusively for Catholics. In fact, Brooklyn College was colloquially known as both the “poor man’s Harvard” (the school was free until 1976) and “Harvard for the Jews” because of its non-discriminatory admission policies. This level of accessibility has served the school well as it is the college with the most students who went on to earn PhDs in the country. Plus, CUNY graduates tend to be unburdened by the crippling student loan debts that afflict so many other graduates, so basically what I’m saying is, way to go Brooklyn College, which was never, EVER a Catholic institution.
But so what school is this guide book talking about? It’s probably referencing St. Francis College, a Roman Catholic college located in Brooklyn Heights and founded in 1859. But St. Francis was never referred to as Brooklyn College.* It was just a college in Brooklyn! Not the same thing, guide book from 1920. Not the same thing at all. Am I the only person driven crazy by this 96-year-old mistake? Probably! All of which is to say, if I had a time machine, I just might use it to back to 1920 and write a very strongly worded letter to the publisher of that book. Like, very strongly worded. Or maybe I’d use it to go to 2120 and see if Brooklyn is still the center of Art and Letters in this city, which it probably will be, unless we’re all buried under layers and layers of ice because of Polar Vortex CLVII. Anything’s possible.
*At least not according to the extensive (like, not just Wikipedia) Internet research we did on the subject.
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