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The Dartmouth
August 30, 2026
The Dartmouth
Opinion

Opinion

In the Shadow

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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.





Opinion

A Love Story

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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.





Opinion

Magic Middle

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With the remnants of my freshman fall lying in the snow that blanketed Hanover, I went home tired, but still a tyro.


Opinion

Unfairly Split Up the Middle: The Median Way

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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.





Opinion

Ah, Dartmouth in Winter

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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.


Opinion

And Then the Party Began

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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.



Opinion

Reserve Corridor tables defaced

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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.


Opinion

In Pursuit of Unhappiness

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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.


Opinion

So Long, Methusaleh!

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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.