Hopkins Institute should back off

Recently, an organization of 2,000 Dartmouth alumni has been complaining about what they perceive to be an excessive number of administrators at the College. The group, called the Hopkins Institute, charges that the College is wasting money on these unnecessary employees and that the resulting bureaucracy is cluttering the administration.

On the job education

The passing of Green Key is a symbol that summer is just around the corner. Students of the College spend their summers in a variety of ways.

Gay ban compromise is a farce

Recently, Senator Sam Nunn, head of the Armed Services Committee, touts the gay ban compromise in the Senate as a "don't ask, don't tell" policy.

Time for more sororities

With women rapidly achieving parity at Dartmouth, it seems unfair to have five working sororities versus 15 fraternities.

Abortion debate part II -- is the fetus a human?

In celebration of the end of this weekend's alcohol-consecrating festival, which I have personally found to be vastly superior to winter's pseudo-carnival, I will return to a suitably serious topic in order to get your brains moving past the hangovers from which you are undoubtedly suffering: abortion. In last week's column I set my goal at trying to refute that abortion was justified on the grounds that a person has sole control over her body and what she can do with it, although abortion is perhaps defensible on other grounds.

COSO should recognize the Dartmouth Hemp Alliance

The College lacks an intelligent forum for discussion of the benefits of marijuana

Dartmouth is brewing at Dirt Cowboy Cafe

They are packing them in at the new Dirt Cowboy Cafe. Every time I have stopped into the new coffee shop on Main Street it has been crowded.

Drivin' cross country

Several students of mine have talked about driving across the country, but have been put off by fears for their safety or budgetary constraints. Do it, I say.

Administration acted cowardly with Review censors

I've been following this whole melodrama of The Review censoring with a mixture of amusement and disgust.

Prostitution exists here at Dartmouth

Biathlon called a success

For a man, the safest thing to do when a debate abortion comes up is to run in the opposite direction in fear.

Dartmouth needs more sororities

This term the Coed Fraternity and Sorority Council has been working to rectify the perceived inequalities in CFS elections.

No honor in cheating

After a year of service on the Committee on Standards, I have witnessed an appalling number of academic dishonesty cases and an even larger number of excuses. Perhaps what is most upsetting is the lack of respect some students have towards the quality of their scholarship and the integrity of their classmates.

SA candidates seek only male Greek vote

In this Student Assembly Presidential election women and so-rorities have been ignored. Out of seven there has been only one female candidate in each race.

Dartmouth thought police on patrol

My colleague and good friend George Will has focused a kleig light on an outrage at the University of Pennsylvania.

Frats fight for survival

The Dartmouth, on Monday, reported an assault that occurred in Psi Upsilon early Saturday morning.

Picking up The Review is justified

Dartmouth has been up in arms because of the violation of a precious code by which all Americans live and die -- that is, some live with it while others die trying to attain it.

Image, is it everything?

Last Thursday I wore baseball cap boasting my fraternity letters. The next day I wore a black and gold hat from West Africa.

Job woes

When I was accepted at Dartmouth, I thought I was set for life. I made it to the top. All I needed to do was graduate in four years and people would knock down my door to give me an interesting, challenging, personally fulfilling and bank-account-enriching job.

Construction, shorts greet spring at Dartmouth

One of the more enjoyable facets of a Spring day at Dartmouth is spending time on the green playing the cello, solving mathematical riddles or perhaps watching people with not much clothing on doing suitably athletic things. However, the serene tranquillity of my last Friday afternoon was suddenly shattered as the Earth started shaking, and loud noises filled the air.