A Great Adviser
To the Editor: When I first learned that Half Zantop was to be my freshman adviser in 1990 I was disappointed.
To the Editor: When I first learned that Half Zantop was to be my freshman adviser in 1990 I was disappointed.
To the Editor: As the police beat reporter for The New Hampshire, University of New Hampshire's student paper, I know firsthand the rollercoaster of pride, adrenaline, and absolute grief that Ms. Levy, Mr. Bubriski and the rest of the paper is experiencing now.
Seventeen summers after graduating from Dartmouth in 1969, I met Half and Susanne Zantop when by felicitous accident my wife Karen and I discovered a simple, virtually secret Maine cottage community beside a stunning cove on a remote down-east peninsula. At Hiram Blake Camp on Cape Rosier -- a place out of time and exquisitely hard to find -- down a looping road to nowhere except back where you came from, Susanne, Half, and their daughters spent a part of each July in a cedar-shingled cabin called Maples, with a wrap-around porch overlooking Penobscot Bay. Summer upon summer, Karen and I shared three weeks of communal life with Half, Susanne, their daughters and other Hiram Blake families from hometowns far and wide.
To the Editor: Not being on campus this term and thus relying on The Dartmouth for news of the tragic events in Hanover, it is clear that these events have brought to the surface other issues with which our community needs to deal.
Last night I dug through a box of files in my apartment looking for the letter Professor Susanne Zantop sent me last May.
To the Editor: My name is Gudrun Wilde. I am a lawyer and live in Munich, Germany. I was Susanne's best friend when she and I went to school together in Hagen, Germany, and we always kept in touch and visited each other over the years.
To the Editor: As a Dartmouth alum stunned to hear of this week's tragedy, I want to thank you for rekindling my faith and hope for the special community that is Dartmouth and Hanover. In my morning paper, The Providence Journal I read a quote from Dartmouth reporter, Julia Levy: "I was supposed to be there as a reporter, but after a few minutes, I just put down my notebook.
To the Editor: I appreciate Jon Schroeder's impassioned demand for openness and honesty in speaking about death in his column dated Jan.
To the Editor: There are so many tragedies today, but our reactions are so different when we really knew the victims.
To the Editor: It is inevitable that such a heinous crime as the double homicide of Professors Half and Susanne Zantop will attract intense and widespread media attention.
To the Editor: After living in urban Los Angeles, I thought I'd seen it all ... I first heard about this from one of my aunts, who reported she saw news of a murder at Dartmouth on national TV news.
When I visited The Jewish Museum in the Upper East Side of New York City, where an exhibit on Morocco was on display, I found myself remembering a professor, Susanne Zantop.
To the Editor: I am writing from the University of Rhode Island. We've all heard about the terrible tragedy that happened on your campus and we are horrified by it.
To the Editor: First, you are certainly doing a splendid job of covering this horrible tragedy.
President Bush: Twelve days ago, you put your hand upon the same Bible that your father and George Washington had before you and swore to uphold the laws of the United States.
To the Editor: In the hurried pace of our lives, how often do we stop to thank or even think about the many people responsible for shaping our careers, values, and ways of life?
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.