A Love Affair of Sorts
Valentine's Day is but 128 days from now, and so I would like to dedicate this column to you, love of my life, Collis Omelette Lady. I still remember the day my eyes first gazed upon you as you busily made omelettes in Collis.
Valentine's Day is but 128 days from now, and so I would like to dedicate this column to you, love of my life, Collis Omelette Lady. I still remember the day my eyes first gazed upon you as you busily made omelettes in Collis.
To the Editor: I would like to point out an egregious misspelling in Robert Sutton's column "The Capitalist Revolution is at Hand" [The Dartmouth, Oct.
As I began to read David Berenson's column ["Decide for Yourself," The Dartmouth, Oct. 6] on the detrimental influence of fraternities on the Dartmouth campus, my vision began to blur and my head began to spin.
It would have been spectacular. It would have been the ultimate icing on the greatest of cakes. Both the Red Sox and Cubs were eliminated from the play-offs over the weekend.
Ever since I arrived at Dartmouth last year, the College has apparently had mascot issues. The Indian is long gone.
At the risk of repeating what's already been said of the cultural wetwilly that is migrating to Hanover, N.H., allow me to add one more perspective -- that of the New Yorker.
To the Editor: I was one of many Americans who didn't care much about the Monica Lewinsky scandal.
While having dinner with a friend this weekend, I listened as he told me various stories involving a common practice in his fraternity -- getting so drunk that you urinate on yourself, objects such as a bed or couch or other members of the house.
I would like to thank The Dartmouth for allowing me to unveil this opening edition of my "Capitalist Column," a column devoted to presenting the capitalist view of current events, in their editorial section.
'Who does Number Two work for?"--Austin Powers I thought the subject of my first editorial for the oldest and most respected college newspaper in the universe should be about something important.
In her attempt to find something interesting to do over the holidays besides count the shopping days until Easter, this past winter my friend Liz (Elizabeth Ruth, for short) suggested that we visit the zoo.
I miss television. Before coming to Dartmouth, not only did I watch more than the healthy TV recommendation, I also served as the official advocate for TV watchers.
The results of recent polls reflect a remarkable American ability to separate our personal values from our expectations of leadership.
The past few weeks have caused me to make more adjustments than Red Sox shortstop Nomar Garciappara does between pitches.
The College's decision to provide cable television access in residence hall rooms this winter is a pleasant surprise and a step in the right direction. In addition to significantly improving the quality of life for Dartmouth students, the decision demonstrates the administration's willingness and ability to respond to student concerns. After stalling on the matter last year, the administration has obviously realized the importance of this issue to students. The argument that cable will detract from Dartmouth's intellectual atmosphere or deter students from more "academic" pursuits was justifiably disregarded. In a culture dominated by CNN and MTV, Americans have come to rely on television for instantaneous worldwide information.
They come in all sizes and shapes, but they are usually furry, large and easily recognized. For reasons unknown, children love them and are attracted to them like sharks to a drop of blood.
Dartmouth College. I sit and contemplate my return after a hideous break nearly a year and a half past.
I think growing up in a small, rural town does not dispose one to relish the environment of New York City.
If there is one thing that has captured the attention and imagination of the American public over the last few months, it would have to be the chase to break Roger Maris' single-season baseball home run record of 61, and who would be the man to perform the feat first: Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa or President Clinton?
College students like to have fun. As a general rule, each one of us likes to play sports, watch movies, go for walks and dance.