Alumni Fund Telethon Coverage Was Good, But Not Sufficient
To the Editor: Let me first thank you for deciding to cover what is a very important program for the Alumni Fund and for Dartmouth.
To the Editor: Let me first thank you for deciding to cover what is a very important program for the Alumni Fund and for Dartmouth.
All my life, I've walked in a shadow. In the past few years, the shadow has grown larger. In fact, it's reached mammoth proportions.
To the Editor: It's becoming increasingly common to see articles like your "Survey reports rise in binge drinking" [The Dartmouth, January 7, 1997], which at first glance seem quite alarming.
Picture this: A government accuses a woman of committing two crimes. It does not really matter what kind of crimes, just that they are serious enough for the government to be involved.
To the Editor: The Task Force on Undergraduate Social Life was established last term by Dean Pelton to review undergraduate social life and make recommendations to enhance social options and activities currently available to undergraduates.
They got married in June of 1942, right in the middle of World War II. He was an officer in the army, tall and dark-haired, and she was a petite young secretary in Boston who had never planned on getting married and having children.
On January 17, President Clinton will bid farewell to Winston Lord, his Assistant Secretary of State for East Asian and Pacific Affairs.
If you had a $600,000 fund to spend on anything affecting student life across campus, what would you choose to spend it on?
The start of a new year is obviously a new beginning, but sometimes what is really needed is not so much a beginning as an end.
With the remnants of my freshman fall lying in the snow that blanketed Hanover, I went home tired, but still a tyro.
I will never forgot the summer before freshman year of college for a lot of reasons. One tiny one is the letter that the Math Department sent me which convinced me to take Math 18 (Honors Multi-Variable Calculus) my freshman fall.
In the fall, towards the end of the term, a sign appeared on the wall in Collis, in the back room with all the comfortable couches.
A few weeks ago, a number of international leaders condemned the U.S. for lobbying against Boutros Boutros-Ghali's campaign to win a second term as the Secretary-General of the United Nations.
Happy New Year! Well it took long enough -- a whole year in fact -- but 1997 has finally arrived.
Over the break I "took Dartmouth home" and visited four high schools in my area, handing out pamphlets from the admission office, preaching the Dartmouth gospel, and fielding a number of interesting questions. "So do you need like, y'know, like good grades to get into Dartmouth?" inquired one poor soul. "Well..." I bit my lip.
Picture this: It's New Year's Eve. P and C are sitting in front of the TV with Pillsbury frozen pseudo-EBA's breadsticks and chunky Ragu Homestyle Tomato Sauce in Warren, New Jersey contemplating the meaning of New Year's and what this year has in store for them in Hanover, New Hampshire. By the last breadstick the two of them have almost succeeded in convincing themselves that it is totally cool not to have any plans for New Years and that staying home and ringing in the New Year with Dick Clark is better than any party they could possibly go to ... C Says: Well, P, as much as I love you and Dick Clark, I heard my acquaintance, D, is having a party in Manhattan.
Going home for break affords me the opportunity to catch up on TV viewing, something I rarely do while at school.
Unidentified vandals defaced tables in the Baker Library Reserve Corridor with pro-lesbian, anti-fraternity, anti-male and anti-homophobic statements at the close of Fall term. Hanover Police estimated the damage at $700, making the act a Class B Felony.
Consider this a post-mortem of the Proposition 209 debate. I don't know how others viewed the protest at Collis last Wednesday -- probably as an inspiring, pro-active gathering, or perhaps as a demonstration of solidarity.
I am about as un-sentimental a fellow as you will find, but even I cannot reflect on the subject of old age in this country without becoming quite weepy. "The witch that came, the withered hag, To wash the steps with pail and rag, Was once the beauty Abishag." In Frost we catch an unfortunate glimpse of the prevalent view of old age in the United States: a thoroughly grotesque period of decay, pathetic mumbling about past glories, and, eventually, hollow years of senility.