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To the Editor:
In this election year on the cusp of the 21st century, it is important for members of the Dartmouth community to vote today.
LONDON -- When Paul Gambaccini '70 first came to England, he was already on a roll.
With 12 volunteer reporters planted throughout the state, the Dartmouth Election Network will provide up to the minute election coverage for students who tune in to the College radio stations tonight.
The Student Life task force met for the second time last Friday to discuss students' social options and hopes to present a draft report to Dean of the College Lee Pelton by the end of the term, Gabrielle Lucke, the College's Director of Health Resources and co-chair of the task force, said.
Dean of the Faculty James Wright delivered his annual address to the faculty of the arts and sciences yesterday afternoon, describing Dartmouth's place among institutions of American higher education and the benefits of the Will to Excel capital campaign.
Anticipation choked Spaulding Auditorium last Saturday as a sold-out audience waited for the first public screening ever of the film version of Arthur Miller's classic play "The Crucible."
Field Hockey: The women's field hockey season came to a disappointing close Saturday at Harvard. The Big Green fell 1-0 to the Crimson in final regular season game and ended with a 8-9 overall record and 2-4 Ivy League record. For complete story, see tomorrow's issue.
Maybe the new uniforms and new pre-game Chicago Bullesque opening are a sign of new records for the 1996-97 hockey season. Shutouts are a rarity in college hockey, but for Big Green goaltenders, they have been especially elusive.
While the Dartmouth women's cross country destroyed the competition at the Heptagonal cross country race Friday, the men were unable to defend their crown and placed sixth.
If Dartmouth did not understand the term "winning ugly" before yesterday's 100th contest against Harvard, it certainly understands the meaning now. However, when Crimson placekicker Ryan Korinke's 39-yard field goal hit the right upright as time expired to give Dartmouth a hard fought 6-3 victory, nobody seemed to care about anything but the scoreboard.
The Dartmouth women's volleyball team had high hopes going into this weekend's matches against Brown and Yale. Hopes of a 6-1 Ivy record. Hopes of finishing first in the Ivy League. Hopes of extending its winning streak to an unprecedented 11 matches.
During the course of a season there are several games that a team can point to as being crucial to the overall success of their year.
In a game of championship proportions, Harvard stripped Dartmouth of its rightful share of the women's Ivy League soccer title Saturday with a 2-1 win in front 3,000 fans at Ohiri Field.
Topside recently had a special on Frosted Cheerios. The new flavor has my roomate Amanda incensed. "Honey Nut is fine," she says. "Apple Cinnamon is pushing it ... Frosted is a downright travesty!"
I was reading Cara Abercrombie '97's piece on Foreign Aid and the United Nations the other day and it really moved me. It moved me to the bathroom, where I had instant access to a barf receptacle. It really is sad. I remember thinking like an idealist when I was about six years old. I also thought there were elves under my bed with pointy shoes and magic canes, and I thought that one day I would take my rightful place among the Smurfs and finally kill off that pesky Gargamel.
To the Editor,
It is easy for most of us -- even those whose idea of a "huddle" is an early morning conversation at the water cooler -- to imagine what a thrill it must be to dash across an open football field, to hear a crowd roar its approval, to sense the approach of the goal line. However Dartmouth may be the only college in the country where one need not be a member of the football team to aspire to such an experience.
You gotta feel bad for Bob Dole. I mean, if I were a disabled war hero, an extremely influential member of Congress since the dawn of time and a morally upright hardworking American, I would be extremely annoyed at running a distant second to a smooth-talking, draft-dodging, skirt-chasing, scandal-ridden country boy like Bill Clinton. It's enough to make a young idealistic college student cranky, never mind someone four times that old; no wonder Dole always looks vaguely constipated. But that's politics, I guess, and both candidates have been in the business long enough to realize that that's the way it works. Things aren't always fair. So be it.