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December 21, 2025 | Latest Issue
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Overheard

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Well, spring is in the air, and as the flowers blossom and hemlines rise, it seems from this week's quotes that the birds and the bees are also back to their old tricks.


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THE CAPTAIN'S LOG:The self-call as a speech act

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With the exception of such classic maneuvers as challenging one's nemesis to a duel, perhaps no social weapon has gained quite as much currency on campus as accusing someone of having just performed a "self-call." Though it is perhaps now past its prime -- like the Eminem of pejorative exclamations -- I think that the phenomenon of self-calling, and more importantly the phenomenon of calling out self-calls, nonetheless deserves a turn under the dissection glass. Naturally, defining the self-call gets priority. Self-call (n.) -- 1.



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Oscars Unlimited

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By Michael Xiao Before you take anything I write seriously in this article, let me tell you a story about myself.


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SELF CALL

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Its hard to avoid making self-calls at a place like Dartmouth. For one, we all turned down Harvard to come here.


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Inside This Issue

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We are an intelligent bunch, or so they lead us to believe, and we all have passions, talents and awesome stories to share -- so I don't get this recent trend of censoring our discourse by uttering, or at times, shouting, "self callll." I am afraid we limit our ability to express our true selves by confining conversation topics to anything but ourselves.






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Inside This Issue

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Hearing that DDS was going to cap my Topside spending at $100 crushed me. What will happen to my late-night splurges on Ben and Jerry's and Goldfish?






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Haute Hufft: Where's the winter wonderland?

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I fear for the freshmen, I really do. I fear that they have accepted this term's weather as the norm for a Dartmouth Winter. I feel a bit like an old lady talking to my grandkids about my six-mile walks to school through blizzards and ice storms that they just "couldn't understand". But sometimes being a senior feels like being an old lady (too bad I can't get a double discount -- senior citizen and student -- at the movies). And I want to make sure the younguns around here "get it". (Note: I'm really only saying this because I'm jealous that you have three more years here.) As much as I hate the cold and I hate the salt on my pants, the Dartmouth Winter is something every Dartmouth student must embrace.