The San Francisco Foghorn is the official student newspaper of the University of San Francisco.
Originally founded in 1903 as The Saint Ignatius, the newspaper changed its name to the San Francisco Foghorn in August 1928, making it one of the oldest collegiate newspapers on the West Coast. Known colloquially as the Foghorn, the newspaper has continuously run weekly issues every semester. It has a readership of 5,000 and is distributed free on campus. As of 2004 it was ranked 14th in collegiate newspapers in the nation by The Princeton Review. The Foghorn Online Edition was started in 1995.
Among the notable USF alumni who wrote for the Foghorn were Pierre Salinger, former press secretary for President John F. Kennedy; Warren Hinckle, publisher of Ramparts Magazine; cartoonist Dan O'Neill; and Kevin Starr, author, professor, and California state librarian emeritus.
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