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It may be a little early yet to start tanning on the Green or cranking up air-conditioners, but temperatures felt spring-like enough on Monday that students were sporting flip-flops, miniskirts and shorts.
For the past 94 years, Winter Carnival has been enjoyed by students and visitors alike. While Carnival traditions have changed dramatically, the celebration characterized by winter athletics and weekend parties has not faded.
The Dartmouth Outing Club, the organization known for its wild adventures in the New England outdoors, had a successful trip to Mt. Moosilauke this past weekend as it hosted its annual DOC Fall Weekend event.
The Dartmouth Outing Club has always been the jewel in Dartmouth's crown of student organizations. The largest student organization on campus can also claim a longer history than any other outing club in the nation. The DOC, as it's affectionately known, was founded some 94 years ago to "stimulate interest in out-of-door winter sports."
The year 2000-2001 was dominated by the tragic murder of Dartmouth professors Half and Susanne Zantop as well as increasing administrative regulation of Greek houses -- and increasing scrutiny of the houses by the community at large.
In recognition of the wind-swept hills, lone pines and famed New Hampshire granite that surround Dartmouth, the September 2003 issue of Outside magazine has ranked the College seventh among its "40 Best College Towns."
For the College's Southern population, life may be soon getting a little steamier, if not downright juicy.
Green Key weekend gives Dartmouth students a great occasion to enjoy spring in New Hampshire. Outdoor activities offering fresh air, exercise and opportunities for relaxation await students who venture beyond the frat basement.
Green Key is not the biggest of the big weekends, but for over 100 years it has given students an opportunity to take time off their academic work and relax in warm weather after a long New Hampshire winter.
Green Key weekend marks the first time Phi Delta Alpha fraternity will host an event since being de-recognized in March 2000. Brothers anticipate the attendance of hundreds of students and alumni for the festivities, starting at 2:30 p.m. this afternoon.
To the Editor:
A defining Dartmouth tradition, Winter Carnival has had many faces in its 93-year history. Starting as a humble field day, Carnival has evolved into one of the biggest events on campus and over the decades has included athletic competitions, evening balls, beauty pageants and even TV commercials in the years since its founding in 1910.
Admittedly, for a sizable portion of upperclassmen, the consensus is that winter is the ideal term to scratch an "L," "T" or "O" into one's D-plan. For starters, it's cold, and the sun has a tendency to increasingly go AWOL. The grass on the Green is replaced by ever-accumulating tons of snow, and when one has to layer and de-layer repeatedly it certainly puts things in greater perspective. The hot clam chowder in Food Court seems to run out at an exponential rate when compared to other terms. And, if you're from the tropics (like me, a proud resident of Singapore, located one degree above the equator) there are just some days when you want to curl up and "put an end to it all," as a close friend of mine likes to say.
Winter Carnival, it seems, is on life support. The keg jump was canned some years ago because of insurance, or lack of it. Now, the Dartmouth Outing Club is having a go at the snow sculpture after the Winter Carnival Council gave up. How did one of Dartmouth's most celebrated weekends end up in this sorry state?
A whimpering attitude has spread faster than pink eye and infected the entire campus. I do not understand this phenomenon. Why do students grumble about every minute aspect of Dartmouth life and slog around campus as if they have been imprisoned in some horrible and unbearable place? After all, we chose to come to this small college in the woods.
On a windy day last January, Bret Anderson '05 was in a shack at the top of Holt's Ledge with a few other members of the Dartmouth Ski Patrol when a call came over the radio. Someone on a chair-lift had witnessed a violent collision -- a skier was badly injured.
Perched 40 feet in the air, my hands frozen and my arms burning, I repeatedly swung the serrated point of my ice tool at the face of the cliff. Shards of ice glanced off my helmet and my calves shook. My mind focused as intently as my protesting body would permit, and I aimed my ax at a glistening crevice.The pick made a noise something like a pebble bouncing off the hood of a car, and the ax fell limp at my side. I shouted "Take!" to my partner and I flopped off the ice wall, shivering and exhausted. As I dangled from the rope and looked down at the fearsome ice tools in my mitted hands I thought, "What am I doing here?"
Founded some 93 years ago to "stimulate interest in out-of-door winter sports," the Dartmouth Outing Club boasts both more members than any other student organization on campus and a longer history than any other college outing club in the nation.
1999-2000
Editor's Note: This is the second of a series of two articles examining the lives of four recent Dartmouth graduates.