In the 1960s the title of hippest town in the Midwest most certainly belonged to Ann Arbor, home to a vibrant music scene and a host of hip clubs. Among the very hippest was a small converted print shop called Canterbury House.

In 1921, a finger-wagging guide for Jazz Age freshmen admonished them to follow a strict social code. Much of the advice now seems strange and funny, though some of it applies equally well today.

The night the quaddies said no to corned beef and swiss cheese on lettuce.