Where'd the Money Go?
For months the press, the public and the candidates themselves have watched in amazement as George W.
For months the press, the public and the candidates themselves have watched in amazement as George W.
Hello again. First a big apology for not writing in so long. It would be a massive understatement to say that things with me have been a little hectic.
With its majestic Corinthian columnar entrance, the Rauner Special Collections Library seems more like a temple than a repository for old books.
After several months of speculation, Donald J. Trump, developer, casino operator and self-described womanizer, has decided to drop his bid for the presidency -- a great tragedy for political cartoonists and late-night comedy show hosts.
To the Editor: In regards to Rachel Osterman's January 25th piece, "Yale and Princeton have residential college systems", I simply wanted to point out an inaccuracy regarding her statements on the living situations of Princeton upperclassmen.
Imagine overhearing someone say something like, "Well, that guy who got murdered last week kind of asked for it.
To the Editor: I was pleased to see the 2/10 front page story by Julia Levy about the WRC Sex Series.
Yup, this column is aimed directly at you. This is an opportunity we can't afford to lose.
I'd like to have a word with Cupid. Maybe it's just me, but I was under the impression that he existed only to sling arrows of love into the hearts of the young.
I have had some interesting Valentine's Days at Dartmouth, but none of them have focused on vaginas quite as much as this coming one will.
Once upon a time, oh, I don't know, about four years ago, when I was but a wee freshman, there stood a sculpture, proud, gallant, and tall ... for about five hours.
This weekend, Upper Valley residents (total: 8) are offered a chance to take part in the fun-filled 3.5 day extravaganza known as "Dartmouth Winter Carnival." In case you haven't heard, Winter Carnival is a festive and highly regarded tradition, named in honor of its founder, "some guy." Rather than going into the history and importance of Winter Carnival, which would involve making a lot of things up, which I could never do in good conscience after twice reporting that "Godzilla" is a food group, here is a run down of what will undoubtedly be this weekend's highlights: THE THEME -- The theme of this year's Carnival is "Lest The Cold Traditions Fail," as selected by the Committee That Selects Annually What Should Lest Fail.
I don't usually write things that are important or even relevant, but this time I thought I should write about something that touches all of our hearts.
I feel as if I am less worthy a human being than those with whom my articles have graced the pages of America's Oldest College Newspaper.
Congratulations to George W. Bush who enjoyed his first presidential primary win on Tuesday in the state of Delaware.
Let me start off by saying that yeah, there may be some of you out there who are confident in your choice of major.
If you think children are decent human beings, then you haven't ridden Amtrak lately. At the end of winter break, in my naivet (literal translation: "ratty clothing that I slept in"), I figured there had to be a way I could travel from New York to White River Junction without: a) Hearing blood-curdling screams. b) Being bitten. c) Being pooped on. So my main objective was, obviously, to avoid children.
It is time for a change. A fundamental change in how this college functions and how Dartmouth's future is determined.
As a columnist, I have it pretty easy. I don't ever have to go to meetings, I don't ever have to interview people, and I don't even have to worry too much about being "factually accurate." Every two weeks, I just rehash the same pro-Greek anti-administration column I've used for the past year now and then e-mail it into my editor.
So I'm pretty sure that Tipper Gore and I are going to end up best friends. I mean, as soon as she realizes that it's possible; yeah, we'll definitely be best friends. It's not like I'm totally insane in my dream for a really cool, famous friend in the world.