Fans' Homophobia was Disgraceful
I am not a big sports fan, nor do I pretend to be one. I go to the football games as a member of the Marching Band, but that's usually it.
I am not a big sports fan, nor do I pretend to be one. I go to the football games as a member of the Marching Band, but that's usually it.
To the Editor: National Coming Out Day (NCOD) was established to celebrate coming out, the process of sharing one's sexual identity with others.
The September issue of "The Beacon" contained an article that lamented the unfortunate state of race relations at Dartmouth.
Just when you thought social life at Dartmouth was safe, it strikes --senior year. For a variety of reasons, the same old social scene just won't do.
To the Editor: In the last week I have been visited by two different reporters from The Dartmouth, and both times I took pains to explain that I was not actually the College "WebMaster" but that I was but one member in a team of six who act under the name of "WebMaster." While I am flattered that The Dartmouth thinks I have so much power, in reality the work that is done for Dartmouth's Web Services is the work of a team of people, currently three Computing Services employees and three undergraduates, who are all highly talented and whose efforts should not, in any way, be marginalized. Lastly, I am not actually the director of "computer resources" but am instead the former Manager of the Computer Resource Center and the current Manager of Consulting Information Resources.
I am writing in response to "Spanking The DFS," (Sept. 28, 1995) wherein Matt Nisbet uses his "Right From The Start" column as a springboard to personally attack me as the man who has single-handedly assaulted the values and morals of our institution with this term's "Sex In The Cinema" film series.
Today, October 10, 1995, the nine justices of the Supreme Court will begin hearing arguments in the landmark Colorado Amendment 2 case, Romer v.
Pope John Paul II is known by many Americans in many different ways. To faithful Catholics, he is the visible leader of the Church instituted by Jesus Christ.
What is the meaning of life? What is our time on this earth good for? How can we spend our lives so that, as we reach the end, we each can say "Mine was a life well spent?" I make no pretensions to certain knowledge, but I am willing to offer up one version of what the good life might consist of.
At Saturday night's screening of "To Die For," Joyce Maynard introduced the screen version of her novel with the comment, "I'm glad the movie is opening this week ... I wrote this before O.J.
I was going to refuse to write about the end of the O.J. Simpson trial. Mainly because I have no new knowledge about the verdict, no sparkling insights into the case and no real idea why the jury decided in the way that it did.
To the Editor: I have been interviewed by The Dartmouth on two occasions recently and identified both times, despite declarations to the contrary, as Chair of the Economics Department.
To the Editor: I read with interest your article on the new faculty at Dartmouth and was, however, surprised not to find my name there.
To the Editor: I am writing in response to the article published last week about "Women of the Ivy League" ("Women depicted in new light," Sept.
To the Editor: There are so many items that need correcting in the Tuesday, Oct. 3 article on the Academic Skills Center ("Skills Center helps students learn") that it's hard to know where to begin.
To the Editor: I'm writing to The Dartmouth to express my concern over the current O.J. Simpson debacle.
Wentworth is the name of a hall, Dresden is somewhere in Germany, and, for better or worse, America has but one Connecticut, a couple states down the river. And Dartmouth is the College on the Hill, symbolized by Baker Tower and distinguished by interminable winters.
The Yankees made the playoffs for the first time since 1980. The Cleveland Indians are in the playoffs for the first time since 1954, winning 100 games in the process.
Getting an education at Dartmouth is like getting a drink from a firehose." The words of the alumni interviewer came flooding back as I stood awestruck at the center of the Green.
It is not the 1960s anymore. The heady exhilaration of that decade, the devotion to causes and ideals and issues seems to have drifted into an early retirement.