Remembering Our Friends
"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.
"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.
Point/Counterpoint: Let's not teach prejudice
To the Editor: Becca Freeman's column "Incensed" was logical and well written, though it missed the boat on the issue of abortion.
Way back in my adolescent years in scenic Brockport, NY (population 10,013, or 10,014 once Darlene has her baby, assuming the Johnson boy survives that tractor accident), I recall hunting through the video store with one of my friends and finding a movie called "Hey brother, can you spare $10,000,000?" The plot of the movie was that this investor had lost the titular sum of money, and had to panhandle or something to get it back (after gathering this much from the box, I figured I understood the movie well enough to not actually bother renting it). I admit I haven't thought much about that movie in the intervening years, but somehow the picture on the cover depicting a Wall-street type dressed in a suit, holding out a change cup, keeps popping into my head lately.
Point/Counterpoint: It's a private matter