Read poem in its entirety
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: 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.
To the Editor: I came here last year in the hopes that there was something special about Dartmouth, some mysterious quality that separates us from the rest of the world and its sad influences.
To the Editor: I am writing in response to yesterday's article about Delta Gamma sorority ("Panhell hopes to revitalize ...," Oct.
Isolated as we are here at the College, sometimes the U.S. Postal Service can be students' only significant source of information about the outside world.
I do not own a skateboard. The only time I ever even tried to skateboard was in fourth or fifth grade, and I failed miserably, never getting my speed above a moderately paced walk.
You forgot to return those books to the reserve desk, and now you owe $20. Do you tell yourself that "When I am involved in what I am reading, I often forget when it is due," or do you tell yourself that "I was so preoccupied with writing the report that I forgot to return the book." If you picked the latter statement, you might count yourself among those with a higher 'E.Q.' This question comes from a test given to Metlife insurance salesmen to determine their emotional intelligence.
To the Editor: In the interest of continuing the discussion on education ("Good Education," Sept.
It is a slow, deliberate, marked shift. Yet it is practically a transformation. It has happened before in our history, and may happen again.
Chris Houpt's column, "The Merits of a Diverse Education" (Sept. 28, 1995) so misses the point that it almost seems humorous.
To the Editor: [Won Joon Choe's column] "Misconceptions of the Status of Women..." (Sept. 29, 1995) is an illuminating and provocative account of the role of women in East Asia, a topic which, as Choe asserts, has been much misunderstood in the West.
I have sat down to write this column several times, but I can't decide if I should start with "I'm really glad I'm not a '99" or "I really wish I was a '99." I remember vividly the first time I actually considered how cool it was to be a 'shmen.
Report: new beds needed" read the front-page headline in The Dartmouth this Monday (Sept. 25, 1995), drawing our attention to a hot news flash: After a thorough investigation by some of Hanover's leading housing experts, the Office of Residential Life had come to the conclusion that hey, there might be a housing shortage here!
Ithad the makings of an average Saturday morning, greeting me with streaks of light suspending the dust in front of my window.