Clark Hall was named after Arthur Lewis Clark, who was Dean of Applied Science for 24 years. The building houses Clark Hall Pub, the Campus Bookstore and the old EngSoc Lounge (with the new EngSoc Lounge being in the EngSoc offices in Beamish-Munro Hall), which in turn hosts several student-run services such as Queen's Project on International Development, Golden Words and Campus Outfitters.
Clark Hall Pub is a traditional hangout of engineering students at Queen's University. It is run by the Queen's Engineering Society (EngSoc), and is located in Clark Hall, above the Campus Bookstore. It was Canada's first completely student run pub, and remains to be the only campus pub that is operated solely by students. First opened in 1971, Clark Hall Pub is the oldest pub on the Queen's campus. In June 2007, Clark Hall Pub was closed indefinitely by the Engineering Society, citing concerns about management and financial clarity. Since then it has re-opened and resumed normal operations as of October 2008.
Clark Hall Pub is also the home to War Child @ Queen's Keep the Beat. War Child @ Queen's, the Queen's University branch of War Child Canada, hosts a Keep the Beat concert twice a semester at Clark Hall in order to protest the use of child soldiers abroad. Clark Hall Pub has also been home to many successful acts, including The Tragically Hip, Bedouin Soundclash, Poison Ibey, Lustra, Arcade Fire, as well as crowd favorites Horse and Mule, The Radical Dudez, The Cowboys and satirists Khaki Snack. The current house band is The Ten O' Clock People.
The Engineering event, the "Ritual", takes place in Clark Hall Pub, every Friday afternoon.
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