The Week in ReviewThe Plot to Kill Tubestock The Review has learned that the efforts of the College and several governments in Vermont and New Hampshire will almost certainly bring an end to Tubestock, an annual tradition in which Dartmouth sophomores raft down the Connecticut River. This has been controversial previously because alcohol is usually involved. In the past, an event like Tubestock has been technically illegal. However, according to state law, the organizers are held accountable (not the participants), and, technically, no one organized Tubestock. In the eyes of the law, students spontaneously congregated. The idea is to introduce a law in the New Hampshire state legislature that would make participants legally accountable. Students would be videotaped, and the College has agreed to help identify participants, who could then be arrested. Another option is to require a permit. The event could take place in theory if the government grants a permit; however, the permit will require that the event be insured, and Hank James, the College risk manager, thinks no one will insure the event, hence denying the students a permit and killing Tubestock. Julia Griffin, town manager of Hanover, New Hampshire wrote the following document:
Quiet, Boy Last Friday, the Dartmouth sororities organized a “night of solidarity” in which women were order to boycott the fraternities. The six on-campus sororities opened their doors and hosted several parties in an attempt to dominate the social scene for one night. Many women flocked to the sororities in an effort to lessen the image of the male-dominated night life at Dartmouth. However, those women who crossed the proverbial picket line and caved to the allure of the frats had the last laugh. Each traitor was reported to have gone home with a frat brother who would normally have been “out of her league.” Said one woman, “I wish every Friday night was Frat Free Friday...not because I hate frats. I just hate female competition.” Live Smoke-Free or Die The New Hampshire legislature is in the process of filing a report regarding whether smoking will be banned in restaurants, bars, and cocktail lounges starting next year. All of the New England states surrounding the Granite State have banned smoking in a fashion similar to the proposed bill. The large libertarian presence in New Hampshire also feels threatened by the creation of a “nanny state” with laws that place restrictions on human liberty. As one anti-smoking ban advocate said, this law is an instance of regulations being “stuffed down people’s throats.” Dartmouth’s Saddest Away from snow-buried Hanover, N. H. on week-end jaunts last week went eight Dartmouth members of Theta Chi. Nine were left behind in the big, white fraternity house. Uneventful as ever was their Saturday night of bridge, radio, talk. Soon after midnight two friends who had dropped in went home. One by one the students drifted upstairs to bed. In the night one of them heard a dull boom from below. He knew what that meant. Someone had banked the furnace fire too heavily and a puff of exploding coal gas had blown open the door. Sleepily he stumbled down cellar, slammed the door shut, went back to bed. He did not notice that a part of the chimney pipe had also been blown out. At 1:30 that afternoon Janitor Little returned to do a little cleaning. The house was still quiet. He supposed the boys had gone out to lunch. But when he returned at 4:30 to make beds, he found the students still lying as he had left them in the morning. He looked close, saw that one of them was not breathing, that his face was strangely pink. He shouted, shook the boy’s shoulder. There was no answer. Heart thumping, he leaped from room to room. Each boy lay pink and still. That night the eight Theta Chis who had been away returned to find a policeman barring their door. Sickening as a blow from his nightstick was the news he had to tell. All over the campus telephones were ringing. Students hurried from house to house. Soon all Dartmouth knew that, flowing from the broken furnace pipe, carbon monoxide gas had seeped through the Theta Chi house without sound or smell, brought Death to all nine sleepers. Students flocked to Hanover’s telegraph office, reading the list of the dead. They recognized most names. William F. Fullerton, 20, had been an editor of the Daily Dartmouth . Americo De Masi, 20, had been college fencing champion. Edward N. Wentworth Jr., 21, had been on the soccer squad. Harold D. Watson, 21, had sung in the glee club. So it went down the list: Edward and Alfred Moldenke, 21 and 20, only sons of a Manhattan pastor; William M. Smith Jr., 21; Wilmot H. Schooley, 20; John J. Griffin, 19. Next day a raging blizzard whipped Dartmouth’s flags flying at half-mast for the saddest day in its 164 years. Grave-faced students plodded to their classes. They talked little. Asked for a press statement, President Ernest Martin Hopkins replied. “There is nothing that can be said that can be of any comfort to anyone.” Linsalata ’07 Selected As Editor in Chief Editor’s Note: In honor of Gordon Haff’s rejoining of the Review’s board, the editors have rechristened “The Last Word” as “Gordon Haff’s Last Word” (a variation on the long-running “Last Word by Gordon Haff”). As part of TDR 25, we are reprinting his July 1985 recollections on TDR’s founding, taken from his website and accessible at http://home.comcast.net/~ghaff/lword/intro.html: The Dartmouth Review ’s first issue, published for commencement in 1980, contained a back-page quotations column called the last word. In the over five years since that first issue, the Review has gained nationwide notoriety as the vanguard of a wave of campus conservative newspapers. It has been featured in Time , Newsweek , and the New York Times . It has been sued by liberal Dartmouth faculty members. Throughout this entire period, the last word has remained as a regular feature, the most widely-read page on the Dartmouth College campus. This book is based on those five years of columns, although it incorporates my Conservative Digest columns and other material as well. The Dartmouth Review grew out of a series of incidents involving a board of trustees election and the editor of The Dartmouth (the college daily) in the Spring of 1980. Long dissatisfied with the liberal trend which eliminated many old traditions and diluted the educational vigor of their college, a group of dissident alumni decided to run their own trustee candidate, John Steel, against the Alumni Council’s official candidate. The staff which left The Dartmouth included the advertising manager (Rachel Kenzie), two news editors (Dinesh D’Souza and Keeney Jones), the national prize-winning cartoonist (Steve Kelly), and other staffers including myself, Wendy Stone, and Shawn Bolan. Jeffrey Hart, an English professor at the college and a National Review editor, and his son, Ben were also among those involved with the paper at the beginning. By this time, two weeks remained until commencement, and the date which was set before the first issue. I spent two days drawing up a design while other staffers worked on writing articles and obtaining advertising. The design was a mix of the designs of MIT newpapers I had worked on: The Tech, thursday, and the MIT/Wellesley Review. One element of the design was identical to the back page of thursday, a quotes column called the last word. When I went to MIT in the late seventies, thursday was on its way out, and it went out of business permanently during my senior year. It had been founded during the ferment of the late sixties in response to the stuffiness and the, by the standards of the time, conservativism of the mainstream paper, The Tech. thursday was known on the MIT campus during the late seventies for personal attacks which bordered on the libelous and perhaps most of all for its sex survey in which two female staffers rated twenty or so of their partners. Their office, cluttered with marijuana pariphenalia, contrasted sharply with The Tech’s $50,000 typesetting system and banks of old Royal manual typewriters. They represented one of the last of a dying breed, the college radical newspaper, of which The Berkeley Barb is probably the best-known example. Through all this, the best-read page on the MIT campus, better read evn than The Tech’s front page, was thursday’s the last word. The quotations included in the last word are not solely political. I have always tried to keep the column more humorous than profound. Nevertheless, my personal beliefs have shaped the content of the column. I make no excuse for the recurrence of such themes as the superiority of strength to weakness, of reason to superstition, of the exceptional to the ordinary. |
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