Campus Safety
To the Editor: I have a daughter who works at Dartmouth College, so I have an invested concern in her safety.
To the Editor: I have a daughter who works at Dartmouth College, so I have an invested concern in her safety.
In order to educate members of the Class of 2004, a Student Life Initiative information session was held the other night in Collis Common Ground.
To the Editor: I am not a resident of your area and have only been through Hanover while visiting.
I have spent the past six months studying grief and bereavement. I have read articles, books, gone to workshops, interviewed people, and the only thing I can say with assurance is that there are no answers. I almost cringed as I wrote that last catch phrase, because it seemed so condescendingly trite, so ridiculously unhelpful.
"Things fall apart; the center cannot hold." -W.B. Yeats Last Friday, after leaving our offices, we stopped by the Zantops' house to borrow two extra pairs of snowshoes for friends who were visiting for the weekend.
To the Editor: I wanted to express my extreme disappointment at The Dartmouth's handling of the "Breaking News" of the deaths of Professors Susanne and Half Zantop. I feel that it was extremely inappropriate for The D to send an e-mail to the entire school at 12:15 on a Saturday night.
To the Editor: Somber greetings from a Dartmouth alumnus in London who has been following the terrible news of the Zantops' death. In reading the news stories online, it occurred to me that the Zantops' neighbors Audrey and Robert McCollum were among the few people in a position to discuss what had happened to their friends.
To the Editor: Just a note to say I've been rather pleased with the journalistic standards and practices upheld at The D throughout this tragedy and major news event.
In the late winter of 1976, my mentor, Dr. Richard E. "Dick" Stoiber, asked my wife, Haidee, and me to accompany him on a trip to Montreal to pick up the new economic geologist, Dr. Half Zantop, his wife Susanne, and their two young daughters.
In a situation that requires solemnity, such as this one, people surround themselves with displays of emotion, just as I did when my grandfather died, just as anyone would.
Sometimes, all you need is a Devil Dog. Or a Suzy-Q. Or pizza. Or some peanut butter. I guess I'm not too picky; as long as it's junk food, it's pretty much great, and it can make a bad day so much better. It all seems so obvious, how great junk food is.
It's a rare event when the music stops playing and Dartmouth students stop dancing to hear an announcement of breaking news.
It's okay to be a gay Republican, provided no one in the party knows about it. This was essentially the position endorsed by Republicans at an inaugural event designed to promote inclusion of gays in its ranks.
There are people in Hanover who are starving. I'm not talking about poverty in the Upper Valley. No, I'm talking about eating disorders and disordered eating.
I'd like to share my thoughts on what it means to be President of the United States. A President should serve as an exemplar of dignity, integrity, honesty, and a lot of other Republican catch phrases that aren't in Article II of the Constitution. Oh heck, let's stop kidding ourselves once and for all: the office of the President has been an object of ridicule off and on since it was created, and nonstop since the early 1970s.
The first official Dartmouth students began their studies in 1769. Four years later they were unleashed upon the world, ready and willing to take advantage of the wealth of knowledge they had acquired.
To the Editor: The purpose of this letter is to inform you that The Dartmouth had verbal permission to take photos of our display case of handguns for your article "Do guns kill?
I do love Dartmouth. I love seeing the tower above the treeline as I approach exit 13 on 91. I love the quiet reverence of the Tower Room.