Leaf for leaf, the iviest campus in the Ivy League may well be the University of Pennsylvania in Philadelphia. For decades, this ivy masked a nagging inferiority complex. Outsiders mistook Penn for a state university; insiders yearned to rename it Franklin after Ben, its patron. Though blessed with great graduate schools, Penn was cursed with inert trustees, inept presidents and indolent rejects from Yale and Harvard. "The plaything of the Main Line," Penn dreamed of past glory while dying of the slums that choked its campus and strangled its spirit.
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