n All Hallows’ Eve in 1938, twelve of the sweetest voices at Yale converged on Mory’s Temple Bar to form an a cappella group unlike any other. This group went without a name until they capitalized on a backhanded compliment received at a party— heard above the tinkle of ice was “These SOBs are good!” These groundbreaking singers invoked the talents of Orpheus, minstrel to Olympus, and the legacy of Bacchus, god of revelry, knowing quite well that good music and good spirits are essential to the success of any party. Since that fateful night, the Society of Orpheus and Bacchus has seamlessly fused the ancient traditions of music and revelry with the hip attitude of every rock band that has ever made thousands of teenage girls scream for an encore.
The SOBs are the only group—other than the Whiffenpoofs—with a weekly engagement at Mory’s, the famous New Haven dining establishment that we have called our home for 69 years. Tuesdays at Mory’s have become a defining aspect of our Society, with a unique mix of fraternity, song and merriment unrivaled by any organization in the world. Our private room on Tuesday nights has been called a cross between Paris salon and Def Comedy Jam; our guests vary weekly from exotic dancers to Vice President Al Gore.