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Dartmouth’s Only Independent Newspaper
Volume 32, Issue 12
March 4, 2013
The Hanover Review, Inc.P.O. Box 343
Hanover, NH 03755
The Dartmouth Review
Winter Carnival 2013
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Selingo Talks Future of Higher Education
Ms. Sohr is a freshman at the College and News Editor of The Dartmouth Review.
By Caroline Sohr
As part of the new “Leading Voices in Higher Edu-
cation” lecture series, Chronicle of Higher Education
Editor-at-Large Jeffrey Selingo spoke at the College on
February 19. He discussed the current trends of higher
education, his vision for the college of the future, and what
all of this means for Dartmouth in particular. And don’t
worry—he doesn’t think the liberal arts are dead quite yet.
While the internet has certainly made it easier to com-municate, research, and share information at colleges, Selingo
believes it has also disrupted the traditional model of higher
education. As technology and demographics have changed,
students’ educational needs have also shifted. Today’s students
are much more used to multitasking and working in “dynamic”
learning environments than their predecessors. These students
ultimately expect a similar experience from universities.
Therefore, it is not surprising that higher education has
seen some changes over the past few years, for which Selingo
offers the 2008 housing market crash as the likely cause. After
the crash sent our economy into a massive recession, most
individuals’ wealth and family income decreased. In addition,
both state and federal governments were forced to cut their
budgets, causing states to decrease their funding of higher
education and Washington to consider cutting research grants
and the Pell Grant program. In turn, tuition began eating up a
larger and larger share of families’ average incomes (23.1%
in 2001 versus 37.7% in 2010) as families began paying
more out of pocket for their children’s educations, causing
the cost of college to become a “front burner issue” for many.
In addition, the ease and rapidity with which information
can be shared over the Internet has led some to develop alter-
natives to the traditional college experience. These so-called
MOOCs, or massive
open online courses,
are becoming in-
creasingly prevalent.
However, their future
large-scale role in
higher education is
still very unclear.
Selingo suggests that the economic downturn and recent
technological advances have caused ve major forces to de-
velop in the eld of higher education. First, many colleges
are, in fact, losing money. Many colleges have a hard time
attracting students, causing their cash ows to decrease or
remain stagnant while their expenditures have increased,
largely due to an increased focus on student amenities.
Selingo encourages us to consider whether rock-climbing
walls and other such amenities are really necessary to enhance
our educations. Furthermore, state governments are playing
a smaller and smaller role in public higher education and
there are fewer full-paying students. At the same time, the
development of online courses has undermined our common
understanding of the purpose or denition of higher education.
Finally, and most importantly, many have begun
to wonder whether college is still a good investment.
Although statistics and studies continue to prove that
people with bachelor’s degrees
make more money and are
more frequently employed
than those without a college
diploma, the ever-increasing
cost of higher education has
caused many to reconsider whether the traditional college
experience is still “worth it.”
While many have an idyllic
and romantic vision of col-
lege (think leafy quads and
grand, Gothic and Neolithic
build ings) , this is far from
today’s reality. In fact, four in
ve students feel that they are
“drifting” through their educa-
tions, 33 percent of students
transfer school at least once,
and 400,000 drop out entirely.
However, Selingo said that
despite the trends and challeng-
es, we have only seen true in-
novation “around the edges” as
our rankings-obsessed culture
dissuades many institutions
from changing their teach-
ing methods and experiences
because doing so may cause a school to drop a few spots
down the U.S. News and World Report “Best Colleges” list.
Yet, while he does not believe there is a “one
size ts all” solution to these current prob-
lems, Selingo is optimistic about the future,
suggesting colleges evolve towards what he
calls a new “ecosystem” in higher education.
Selingo noted that he does not believe
residential colleges will be replaced by
online courses or that MOOCs are neces-sarily the answer to the challenges posed to higher educa-
tion. Instead, his proposal
focuses on “blending” be-
tween high school and
college, an increased value
on real world experiences,
and wider usage of MOOCs
and hybrid courses, which
combine online and tradi-
tional learning methods.
In general, American
high school curriculums
are highly structured. Al-
though students are given some freedom to choose their
classes or activities, most take a standard set of courses
prescribed by their school with guidance from their par-ents. Once these students arrive at college, they face
a barrage of courses, opportunities, and distractions.
Just as programs like Teach for America offer recent col-
lege graduates opportunities to transition into the work force,
Selingo encourages colleges to
redesign and restructure their
rst year experiences to develop
more pathways for students to
take to through their educations.
Selingo also encourages
colleges to certify experiences
outside of the classrooms, such
as internships. By encouraging
students to develop more “real
world skills” instead of purely
accumulate credits, Selingo
believes that colleges will pro-
duce graduates better equipped
and qualied for the future.
It is for this reason
Selingo holds that the liberal
arts and traditional college ex-
perience are still valuable. They
allow students to work closely
with faculty, gain global per-
spectives, and focus on their
specic interests in a way that
MOOCs cannot. Nonetheless,
Selingo believes MOOCs and
hybrid courses are important
because the y provide more
exibility in curriculum and
allow students to work at their own pace, which in-
creases efciency and productivity.
While Selingo believes Dartmouth’s future is more
secure than that of many other institutions, he nonethe-
less holds that the College will have to adapt to some of
the current trends as we look toward the future and our
250th anniversary in 2019. He encouraged the College to
increase the quality and affordability of a Dartmouth educa-
tion in order to continue to attract the brightest students.
I am more than skeptical that MOOCs will ever play asignicant role in the Dartmouth experience. Of course so
many students ock to
Dartmouth for just the
reason that it provides
what MOOCs neces-
sarily cannot emulate:
the liberal arts college
experience, direct ac-
cess to faculty and all.
Nonetheless, Selingo’s
talk was interesting and,
surprisingly enough, en-
couraging. While some
continue to lament the death of the liberal arts, Selingo seems
to believe that their future is still bright. His forthcoming book,
College (Un)Bound: The Future of Higher Education and What It Means for Students, will be released May 7. n
—Chronicle of Higher Education
Editor-at-Large Jeffrey Selingo —
Letter to the Editor:
Dear Adam,
The current TDR is very good, but wrong on John Dickey.
Dickey knew that the faculty had to be improved. When I arrived in 1947 I found that many of the professors were
inferior to the teachers at Stuyvesant High School in Manhattan.
The most spectacular addition to the faculty was Eugene Rosenstock-Huessey. He is still a subject of discussion, and Professor Pease is planning towrite a book about him. Rosenstock-Huessey had fought in the Kaiser’s Army. And he would have looked right in a spiked helmet. He had his
existential experience in a fox hole in no man’s land outside Verdun.
In 1947 the war had recently ended. And Dickey tried to make students aware of the world outside our borders. He started the Great Issues
course for seniors. He brought outstanding guest speakers, such as Reinhold Niebuhr and important political readers.
Rosenstock, as we called him, changed students’ lives. He said that speech is the concrete representation of spirit: “You speak and I respond,
and I am changed.”
Cheers,Jeff Hart
Of course so many students ock to
Dartmouth for just the reason that it
provides what MOOCs necessarily cannot
emulate: the liberal arts college experi-
ence, direct access to faculty and all.
Selingo believes the internet has disrupted
the traditional model of higher education.
As technology and demographics have changed,
students’ educational needs have also shifted. To-
day’s students are much more used to multitasking
and working in “dynamic” learning environments
than their predecessors. These students ultimately
expect a similar experience from universities.
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As Dartmouth chases the goal of recognition as a fully
resourced university, it can’t seem to hurtle itself fast enough
towards change.
“Lest the old traditions fail” cautions us against this
long march. That same phrase adorns the plaque markingthe Old Pine and features prominently into the Alma Mater.
Nowadays, it seems like that warning has been tossed to the
wind, as each new day brings talk of unprecedented change
to Dartmouth College.
The term “change” must not be taken as synonymous
with “adaptation.” Indeed the latter is natural concomitant
of Dartmouth’s status as an elite academic institution—the
College must develop alongside the world around it.
But the change that the administration espouses is not of
this ilk. It is Procrustean, abandoning core values and severing
the College from its intrinsic worth.
Dartmouth is chopped and stretched to
meet a standard that is at best undened
and at worst a recapitulation of “the
Harvardization of Dartmouth.”
But can the College on the Hillafford to lose all that falls between
the cracks? The Dimensions show,
designed and run by freshmen to at-
tract prospective students, is the latest
facet of the Dartmouth experience to
face the chopping block. Sanctions
against the Greek system also pro-
vide substance to the claim that the
administration attacks tradition in
the name of progress. So too, is the
slow sanitization of the College’s big
weekends.
Now consider the tradition that
is most threatened by the College’s
university push. It is the same tradition that is most integral
to our school, and one that binds together all loyal sons anddaughters of Dartmouth: the fundamental, unwavering com-
mitment to undergraduate educa-
tion.
Without that commitment
at the forefront of Dartmouth’s
mission, the College is ruined and
replaced by a façade. A school that
does not hold its obligation for
teaching in the highest esteem is
not a school at all, but little more
than a congregation of apping
mouths.
This is why Charlotte Johnson must be removed from her
station as Dean of the College: her actions reveal a mindset
that places more importance on diversity and inclusivity than
the academic experience.
This is why we can hold hope for the incoming presi-
dency—Dr. Hanlon’s track record and stated intentions
both reafrm the commitment to education.
This is why when Paul Mirengoff ’71 proclaims,
“Dartmouth is lost,”The Review
is inclined to agree.Ironically, Mirengoff’s sentiment came in a piece
condemning The Review for running an article entitled
“What We Need from President Hanlon.” Mirengoff took
issue with the article’s focus on student and social life,
as opposed to educational issues. While The Review of-
fers the caveat that said article was written to elucidate
tangible improvements that Dr. Hanlon can quickly
institute, we wholeheartedly agree with Mr. Mirengoff
that education is of paramount importance to the College,
and any appeal to the leader of this institution must be
fully cognizant of that fact.
Traditions at Dartmouth are
being sacr iced in the race to-
wards university recognition. The
legacy of undergraduate educa-
tion at Dartmouth is one of thesetraditions, it is being threatened,
and its corruption is tantamount
to the corruption of Dartmouth,
herself.
Mirengoff deems “the leftist
rot that has spread through many
of the humanities department
[sic]” as the primary threat fac-
ing education at Dartmouth. The
Review offers an alternative: the
university dream. Dartmouth is
fast abandoning her traditions
in favor of wider appeal. If the
legacy of commutment to educa-
tion is nothing more than one of these traditions, albeit
a consummately fundamental one, then this chippingaway of Old Dartmouth poses just as much of a threat
to the academics as it does
to any other facet of the
College.
Ultimately the con-
tention of Paul Mirengoff
and that of The Review are
one in the same: without the
commitment to undergradu-
ate education, Dartmouth
College ceases to exist.
“Your business here is
learning,” President John Sloan Dickey was well known
to tell freshmen.
“Your business here is teaching,” we remind the ad-
ministration of Dartmouth College. n
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New York Monuments
Remain Closed
Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty have
been closed to tourists ever since Hurricane Sandy
wreaked havoc on the eastern United States. The
twelve-acre Liberty Island, located a mile south
of lower Manhattan, was in the direct path of
the storm, resulting in the submersion of about
75% of the island in water. The Statue of Liberty
itself did not suffer any damage, but the utilities
and power system of the island did. Secretary of
the Interior Ken Salazar estimates that repairs to
the island will cost $59 million. Salazar issued a
statement in December saying, “We’re going to
get this done as soon as we possibly can because
[the Statue of Liberty is] such an important icon
for New York and America.”
No reopening date has been announced, but
eager Statue of Liberty acionados can follow
updates regarding the recovery on all major so-
cial media outlets. The Facebook page for the
monument has 165,409 “likes,” indicating that
enthusiasts will anxiously wait for a denite time
when they will be able to grace the brick pathways
surrounding Lady Liberty again.Due to spending cuts in Washington and the
Great Sequester, the reopening could see larger
delays than expected. In the past, the American
people have mobilized to nance the assembly
and preservation of the monument. When thestatue rst arrived from France in June 1885,
the assembly was delayed for ten months due to
inadequate funding for the pedestal. In order to
erect this symbolic monument, schoolchildren
across the country collected $100,000 in pennies
to pay for it. Hopefully such drastic measures can
remain in the past.
Four Loko Settles
Case
Noted for its quick rise to fame among high
schoolers and college kids, Four Loko alcoholic
energy drink has been a perpetual object of health
and safety related scrutiny. This so-called “black-
out in a can” has been blamed for heart attacks,
seizures, and even death. In Four Loko’s original
formula, each can contained 23.5-ounces of caf-
feine, guanine, taurine, and alcohol.
The Federal Trade Commission ultimately required
Chicago-based Phusion Projects, the manufacturer
of Four Loko, to append the formula.
Two weeks ago, Phusion Projects settled claims
of deceptive marketing by agreeing to redesign
Four Loko cans so they can be resealed and con-
sumed later.Phusion is also required to place an alcohol-
facts panel on the side of each drink. One wonders
what will come next in the battle between Four
Loko and the Federal Trade Commission.
The Week in Review
Carnival Sees Second
Chili Cook-Off
The snowy Saturday of Winter Carnival saw
contestants from fraternities, sororities, and res-
taurants in Hanover compete in the Second AnnualChili Cook-off. Phi Delta Alpha, Inter-Fraternity
Council, Panhellenic Council, the Dartmouth
Greek Letter Organizations and Societies, Kappa
Kappa Gamma, and Delta Delta Delta sponsored
the event.
Aaron Goldman ’15, Taylor Cathcart ’15 and
Nicholas Cunha ’15 of Phi Delta Alpha fraternity
organized the event with Ruth Kett of the GLOS
Ofce.
The Chili Cook-off was founded by Jacob
Wijnberg ‘12 and donates all proceeds to the
Fisher House Foundation. The Foundation builds
homes near military bases and Veteran Affairs
medical centers, which are designed for familieswhose loved ones are receiving treatment nearby.
Wijnberg is currently serving in the U.S. Army.
In the midst of such volatile relations between
the College administration and Greek systems,
these cosponsored events serve to ease tensions.
It is tting that the event benetted a char -
ity centered on military affairs. Historically,
Dartmouth has always been more supportive of
the United States military than her peer institu-
tions. To wit, our Reserve Ofcers’ Training Corps
has endured continuously since 1951. President
Emeritus James Wright is also a noted advocate
of the American veteran.
The heavy snow and strong hill winds were
not enough to keep people away from the Cook-
off, even though it was held outdoors. “The event
ended up being a big success and things went more
smoothly than we’d expected,” Cathcart said. “We
were all impressed by the number of volunteers
that showed up to help set up. The event wouldn’t
have been possible without them or the careful
craftsmanship of the competitors.”
Psi Upsilon won the campus organization
category and EBA’s won the restaurant category
for the second consecutive year. Many members
of the student body and employees of the College
attended. When asked about the turn out Cathcartsaid, “It’s a great event—everyone loves chili
in the winter—so we were glad to continue and
expand [the Cook-off] and we’re looking forward
to doing the same next year.”
“We met at the keg jump.”
-Col. James Donovan ‘39
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The Week in Review
Lehigh Student Sues
over C+
Attorneys for Megan Thode, the Lehigh Univer-
sity student who sued over her C+, are appealing to
a higher court. Thode, the daughter of a professor at
the university, has attributed her poor participation
grade in the class to sexual discrimination, charging
that she was treated unfairly by the professor based
on her support of gay and lesbian causes.
Certainly, there are legions of college students
in humanities courses living in fear of being dis-criminated against for their support of gay mar-
riage. Academia is widely accepted to be a bastion
of conservatism and intolerance.
Regardless, after Northampton County judge
Emil Giordano squashed her lawsuit, Thode’s at-
torney reled under the rationale that Thode’s C+
made it difcult to complete her graduate degree,
thereby ending her dream of becoming a counselor.
Megan Thode now works as a drug and alco-
hol counselor after receiving a master’s degree in
human development.
Lawyers representing Lehigh University
claimed that Thode regularly broke out in pro-
fanity and tears in class, causing her to score low participation grade. Thode claims that she engaged
in no behavior that could be considered unac-ceptable. With today’s standards of behaviors,
The Review notes that these are not necessarily
mutually exclusive statements.
Cornell Hazing Continues
Over the course of February 28th to March
1st, the administration at Cornell university ad-
ministration charged three fraternities with hazing.
Chi Psi, Sigma Nu, and Delta Phi were all placed
on probation after hazing allegations were made
against them by various members of the student
body. These allegations, physical hazing in thecase of Sigma Nu and Delta Phi and psycho-
logical in the case of Chi Psi, occurred the week
before ofcial initiation was to occur. The three
fraternities will be reviewed by the Fraternity and
Sorority Review Board or the Cornell Judicial
Administrator. Until that time all are to remain
on suspension by the University, and Sigma Nu
and Chi Psi will also face suspension by their
national headquarters.
As the Cornell Daily Sun reported, the vice
president for judicial affairs of the Interfraternity
Council said, “At the same time, [the allegations
are] concerning enough that we don’t want to
allow anything further to continue until we havea better understanding of the situation,” yet the
suspensions were “not any indication of guilt.”
This comes a little over one month after three other
fraternities, Tau Epsilon Phi, Phi Sigma Kappa,
and Pi Kappa Phi, were suspended by the Cornell
administration in January on allegations of hazing.
Since January, the University has been working
towards stricter regulations of how freshman are
incorporated into the Greek Houses. Travis Apgar,the Robert G. Engel Associate Dean of Students,
trying to turn this into a positive PR situation,
remarked that “[t]he fact that we have community
members who recognize and intervene to spare
peers and community members from hazing is
fantastic. We are pleased to see Cornell demon-
strate that it is a community of action takers, not
bystanders.” It will be interesting to follow how
the dynamics of Greek Life at Cornell University
changes as a new generation of students are ready
to notice and react to instances of pledge hazing.
Harvard Cheating
Scandal Concludes
Academic sanctions were issued to approxi-
mately 60 Harvard University undergraduates in
the aftermath of a major cheating scandal. In total,
some 70 students withdrew from the school for
various lengths of time.
In the spring semester of 2012, a Harvard teach-
ing assistant grew suspicious of shared answers
on a take home test. The course, “Introduction to
Congress” was a lecture class in the government
department with nearly 300 students. Among un-dergraduates, it was considered an easy A.
Ultimately, over 100 students were implicated
in the scandal, which posed difculties for a number
of sports teams. In particular, two co-captains of
the basketball team were dropped from the roster
after they were forced to withdraw.
Predictably, responses to the cheating scandal
has been mixed. Some fault the university for a
cheating policy considered unclear and obtuse.
Others support the academic sanctions as a im-
portant and necessary response to the violations.
Prominent alumni including Thomas Stemberg,
founder of Staples, have been openly critical of the
administration and president Drew Gilpin Faustas well as assistant professor Matthew B. Platt. n
“He hasn’t been the same since the polar bear plunge.”
-Col. James Donovan ‘39
“No one, I think, with any sense of history and
propriety, can come to Dartmouth for the rst time
and not recall Daniel Webster’s remark that it is ‘but
a small college but there are those of us who have
loved it.’ I am sure Dartmouth students have heard
this passage many times. The remark still moves
my soul whenever I come across it. Dartmouth
still boasts that it is the smallest of the Ivy League
schools, though, with some four to six thousand
students, it is only ‘small’ when compared to, say,
Ohio State or NYU or Texas.Dartmouth’s smallness is mindful to me of
Chesterton’s remark that Rome was not rst great
and then men loved her. Rather they rst loved her,
then, as a result, she became great. To stay sane, we
always need to get our metaphysical priorities right.
That was Webster’s point too, I think. Much is to
be said for a man who loves a woman because she
is beautiful. But, as Yves Simon said, much more
is to be said of him when he still faithfully loves
her when she has lost her beauty.”
-Reverend James V. Schall, S.J. in a speech given
at Dartmouth College on May 4, 2012.
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2013 Winter Carnival Recap
Mr. Haughey is a sophomore at the College and a con-
tributor to The Dartmouth Review.
By Michael T. Haughey
The magic of Winter Carnival seems already a distant
memory, along with the winter itself. As spring’s verdant
tendrils creep into the Upper Valley, we remember the fallout
of last weekend’s merriment. While many students felt am-
bivalence towards the tradition of Winter Carnival and just
enjoyed the three-day weekend as a hiatus from schoolwork,
some old traditions were still enjoyed and new ones contin-ued to bring excitement to the student body. The Carnival
seemed to be staring down the barrel of warm weather for
the second year in a row, as the grass on the green shone
through the soupy remnants of melting snow. But although
the days where droves of girls
arrived by train seem long
forgotten, this weekend was
a testament to the resolve of
Dartmouth students to have a
good time.
Kicking off the weekend
was Wednesday’s Country for
a Cause concert at Alumni
Hall, benefitting David’s
House, a local charity that
helps support families of children being treated at Hitchcock Medical Center. Concert
organizer Chris Zhao ’13 said, “We were so glad to be able
to put together the second annual Country for a Cause. It’s
so rare that you can be a part of something so fun, but also
so rewarding.” Despite Dartmouth’s dubious track record
with bringing good acts up to Hanover, headliners Florida
Georgia Line played a great show, sending the sell out
crowd into a frenzied mosh pit with their hit song “Cruise”.
Students shed their boat shoes for cowboy boots as the band
rocked the Top of the Hop and brought a southern flavor to
our northern festival. Concert attendee Willie Maritz ’15
said afterwards, “That Florida Georgia Line party was the
perfect way to kick off the weekend.”
Tracing back to its founding, Winter Carnival is centered
on a ski tournament between various northeastern schools.
This series of races takes place over the course of the week-
end, and despite initial being initially postponed due to high
winds, they were held as usual. Both the Nordic and Alpine
ski teams gave a strong showing. As skier Hunter Black ‘15
said, “Our Nordic teams have a lot of momentum and are
skiing extremely well. We had great performances out of our
women’s alpine team, and while the men’s alpine team had
some issues, but got great performances out of Ian Macomber
’13 and Ben Morse ’14
which helped us finish
second on the weekend.”
Adverse weather was
also unable to stop students
from enjoying activities
outside. Many lined up at
Robinson hall for a winter
carnival hat and a bone-
warming barbecue meal
from Big Fatty’s Restau-
rant.Other traditions still held strong, including the polar
bear swim, one of the more sadistic tradi tions enjoyed by
students. Freshmen and upperclassman alike who feared
missing their icy opportunity lined the street down to Oc-
com Pond to the hole cut in the ice. Jay Keating ’15, who
took his first plunge this first year, commented, “It was the
most physically shocking endeavor I’ve ever experienced”.
The resurgence of the human dog sled race on the Green
was accompanied by a large student showing, both of racers
and supporters. As some may remember, last year’s com-
petition was cancelled because of a lack of snow. This year
brought a return to the f lair-filled race, where some teams
came to win and others just for a good time. As competitor
Rennie Song ’15 put it, “we knew victory was out of reach
so we decided we should lose with dignity and grace. We
made history as the first team that couldn’t complete the
course.”
As many noted this year, the usually iconic snow
sculpture paled in comparison to memories and photos of
years past, last year ’s cupcake debacle excluded. However,
many do not realize that small core of no more than three
or four committed architects create virtually the entire
sculpture. Led by Will Baird ‘15, the group tried their best
to recreate the eerie imagery reminiscent of the old Grimm
fairy tales, a sculpture of little red riding hood facing down
the big bad wolf. Due to lack of manpower and wavering
weather conditions, the sculpture amounted to what can
only be described as a strangely buxom Russian doll next
to an oversized rat. Baird had this to say about the restric-
tions and regulations he and his team faced while building
the sculptures: “People complain about how the sculptures
aren’t as good as they used to be, but in the times they’re
referring to a significant portion of the student body came
out to help, and there were fewer restrictions on what the
sculpture could and couldn’t be. For example, we’re not
really allowed to have overhangs or a supporting internal
structure. Those factors, combined with the lack of natural
snow, make a student-built sculpture really difficult. So we’remuch more limited, both aesthetically and in our resources,
than past sculptures have been.”
As for evening activities, many fraternities spent the
duration of the big weekend on social probation levied by
the administration. Yet the resolve to still party was held firm
by all. An Alpha Chi Alpha beach party and Psi Upsilon Jack
Wills-sponsored party were held without alcohol.
Sunday night, as the sun faded across the snow-swept
green along with many an Advil suppressed headache, the
return to academia crept into the collective student commu-
nity. The four-day bender came to a close, replaced by the
more mundane realities of looming exams and papers. Let
the twelve-week countdown to Green Key commence. n
Led by Will Baird ‘15, the group tried their
best to recreate the eerie imagery reminis-
cent of the old Grimm fairytales, a sculpture of
little red riding hood facing down the big bad
wolf. Due to lack of manpower and wavering
weather conditions, the sculpture amounted
to what can only be described as a strangely
buxom Russian doll next to an oversized rat.
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By Alex Kane
In “Play The Game” by Colby Buzzell, an Iraq veteran
adjusts to home life with feelings of emptiness and an alco-
hol problem. In “New Me” by Andrew Slater, powerful and
disturbing dreams haunt an Afghanistan veteran with a brain
injury. In “Redeployment” by Phil Klay, Dartmouth ’05,
soldiers shoot dogs on sight.
These are only four of the stories in Fire and Forget:
Short Stories from the Long War , a short ction collection that
includes works written by everyone from a Green Beret to a
military wife. The collection lacks a consistent, underlying
ideology or political message; each story simply expresses
a different, complex perspective that unites seamlessly into
a whole.
The work will satisfy anyone with even a vague inter-
est in war ction. Filled with struggles with the mundane
and deadly alike, the stories provide a broad examination of
human existence. The book’s focus on the experience of the
modern American soldier is quite welcome, as it has been
overlooked in recent representations of the post 9/11 wars. In
TV’s “Homeland” and lm’s “Zero Dark Thirty,” subterfuge
and intrigue, sexier and more palatable to the public, dominate
the plot with the experience of the soldier as faint backdrop.
In “Zero Dark Thirty,” for instance,
when Seal Team Six is not busy
killing Osama Bin Laden, it is
characterized almost exclusively
through a scene where the men
play horseshoes, a few speaking
jauntily while the rest stare grufy
into space.
“Fire and Forget” tells stories that popular mediums ought
to focus on, all the while doing an excellent job of telling them
itself. Its stories are brutal and conveyed uninchingly. All
of the writers grapple with the task of understanding these
wars and making them intelligible to a sometimes detached
American public.
While the style varies between authors, the quality of
the writing is unilaterally high. Mariette Kalinowski’s prose
ows smoothly in The Train, pull-
ing the reader through the narrator’s
memories of losing a friend and fellow
solider as she sits on the 7 train. Brian
Turner’s language in “The Wave That
Takes Them Under” takes on an artistic
quality as the experience of soldiers in
a sandstorm is reduced to a mixture
light, dark and fear. “Redeployment”is narrated in terse, profanity-riddled
thoughts that revolve around his the
author’s time on active duty.
This book is not wholly grim,
though. “Poughkeepsie” by Perry
O’Brien and “When Engaging Targets,
Remember” by Gavin Ford Kovite serve
as comic additions to the anthology.
The former follows an AWOL soldier,
bent on attacking the college of a girl that rejected him with
an army of rabbits. In the latter, the reader chooses between
different numbered passages when a convoy the narrator is
defending is threatened by an advancing vehicle. The options
are all funny, mostly embarrassing, and none of them end
well.
But the real power of the anthology lies in its serious side.
“Television” by Roman Skaskiw and“The Train, and Rede-
ployment” easily rank among the best the anthology has to
offer. Each describes people placed through harrowing and, for
the reader as well as the characters,
haunting experiences.
“Television” begins with an IED
attack on the road that fails to take
the lives of any US soldiers targeted.
A local boy, who may or may not
have set off the device, is shot and
injured critically in the altercation.
There is a pervasive sense of helplessness in the story. This
is the only real action these soldiers have seen, as they oth-
erwise have had no real effect on the course of the war. To
underscore the futility of their role, they are compelled to
ask the forgiveness of a broken family. “The Train,” unique
as the sole representation of a female soldier’s perspective,
presents a character truly damaged by her experiences in the
war. She rides New York’s 7 train to forget herself, and the
close friend she failed to save. Kalin-
owski beautifully constructs an ailing
relationship between this soldier and
her mother to frame the tragic story
around.
“Redeployment” is perhaps the
best of them all. The rst line of the
story, “We shot dogs” is just one of
many the narrator shocks us with. Ashe reacquaints himself with home, his
memories of service, which include
some of the most disturbing scenes
described in the anthology, from over-
seas incessantly bubble to the surface.
The narrator notes instances in the past
where he feared his experiences would
“break” him, but Klay gives the sense
that something inside the narrator may
already have broken.
To make special note of these three stories is not to make
little of the others. Each writer weaves a captivating narrative
worthy of standing alone. As a collection, however, Fire and
Forget adeptly captures the human element in ghting our
wars overseas and the struggle in coming home again. n
By William D. Peters
As an army veteran, I admire Dartmouth’s strong ap-
preciation for tradition. It is something I looked forward to
when I began at the College last fall. But Dartmouth hasn’t
been all smiles, bake sales and owered dresses—oh no!
This land of the elite has surprised many times over in my
short attendance. My fellow students have shown me that the
work hard, play hard culture exists outside of the military.
I had survived my first homecoming, which
proved to be four days of drunken shenanigans.
I thought I was in the clear.
I now know better, because Winter Carni-
val schooled me, and it schooled me big time.
I was not groomed for a place like Dartmouth, nor
did I ever expect to be a part of such an amazing institu-
tion. But I’m here now and getting everything I can out of
it. I often nd myself to be the oldest person I the room (I
am eight years older than some students). If I’m not being
asked about the Mandarin Chinese on my forearms, I’m
usually asked my thoughts on the Dartmouth social scene.
Unt i l Winter Carn ival , I d idn’ t have a
good answer. Now, at least I have a good story.
The first night of Carnival,
Thursday, can be summed up withone word: inebriation. Several hours
of pong (which I am horrible at),
ip-cup, quick sixes, and a whole
lot of laughter led me to an early wake up, hazy memo-
ries, and a bedfellow who shall remain nameless. Win!
Later that morning I notched my second big Dartmouth
tradition following the Homecoming bonre: the polar
bear plunge at Occom Pond. Ah, how my bowels taunted
me just as I got to end of the line. I’m proud to say that,
thanks to motivation from my comrades and a few half na-
ked coeds, I did not back out. What a sobering experience
that was; literally, I was still drunk from the night before.
Friday night saw sing-
ing, drinking, and a drunken
fireman-carry race across the
Green. After all parties failed
to complete the length of the
Green, the race devolved into
a snowball fight. Fortunately,
Mother Nature had provided a
measure of snow without the
p o wer o u t ag es seen ac ro ss New En g lan d .
I relocated to Beta Alpha Omega Fraternity where
I found myself immediately submerged in a raging
sea of freshman. They laughed and danced and drank,
with fire in their bellies and passion in their eyes.
“Jesus, I’m old,” I thought, and immediately
shotgunn’d a beer.
Among the hoard of underclassmen there was talk of
sledding and snowballs, skiing and snowboarding, and even
of streaking. It seemed that all the activities of Winter Carnival
merged into a beer-soaked night of genuine hell raising. By
two in the morning, those who were not a part of the scene
were asleep on couches and
oors, pinned against wallswith single-serving partners,
or otherwise indisposed.
The masses were not
done with Carnival come Saturday, and neither was I. The
fun resumed around three in the afternoon. Chi Gamma
Epsilon welcomed me in for a drink. I was accompa-
nied by my fellow oarsmen, fresh from crew practice.
At Chi Gam I was instructed in some of the ner points
of Dartmouth etiquette: how to properly serve in pong, for
instance, and how girls will judge me for playing video games.
I was foolish enough to think that I could best my compatriots
in a few contests of quick six, and in fact I believe I did bet-
ter than expected. That is, until I found myself on the oor
at Streeter—or was it Gile—staring up at three concerned
young women, asking if I was all right. They were angels
with uorescent halos. Or perhaps
my beer goggles were getting glitchy.
My night proceeded to a meet-
ing the Canoe Club with my usual
crowd. I ordered a Jack Daniel’s and
promptly fell asleep. I recovered from
this gaff, as I often do, and returned
to the dormitories to conclude my
Winter Carnival. I do not regret nearly
emptying the Goldstein Hall vending machine, nor do I regret
drawing a moustache on a friend’s face after walking him home.
Thus my first Winter Carnival ended, success-
ful except perhaps for the atrocious snow sculpture,
which I gather is par for the course. n
Mr. Kane is a freshman at the College and contributor
to The Dartmouth Review.
Mr. Peters is a freshman at the College and a contributor
to The Dartmouth Review.
Short Stories Explore Wartime
A Veteran’s First Carnival
The collection lacks a consistent,
underlying ideology or political
message; each story simply expresses
a different, complex perspective that
unites seamlessly into a whole.
Fire and Forget: Short Stories
from the Long War
Edited by Matt Gallagher
and Roy Scranton
Da Capo Press, 2013
Book Review
If I’m not being asked about the
Mandarin Chinese on my forearms,
I’m usually asked my thoughts on the
Dartmouth social scene. Until Winter
Carnival, I didn’t have a good answer.Now, at least I have a good story.
What a sobering experience the
polar bear plunge was; literally,
I was still drunk from the night before.
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By Cellar Door
In order to attain a national ranking, squash teams are
selected to compete in eight team cups. The top eight teams in
the compete in the Howey Cup,
the second eight in the Kurtz cup.
The Dartmouth Women’s squash
team finished their season ranked
9th nationally this year, the
Men’s team finished ranked 11th.A squash match is comprised
of 9 individual matches and
the winner is determined by
which team wins 5 of the 9.
The women won the Kurtz Cup
in three matches with scores
of 9-0, 9-0, 8-1, meaning they
won 26 of the 27 individual
matches they played. The
men placed third in the Kurtz
Cup and earned their own national distinction.
Both teams have been selected to play in the Howey Cup
(top eight) for the last six years. The men came in 7th last
year and the women 8th. Members of the women’s and men’s
teams both expressed positive feedback about their seasons.
However, the end of the regular season (just be-fore the draw for the national cups was re-
leased) came full of controversy for both teams.
The final matches of the regular season were against Brown.
At the time, both Dartmouth squads were ranked 8th in the
country and Brown 17th. If Dartmouth won the matches
as was expected (in November, Dartmouth beat brown
8-1), both Dartmouth teams would have been selected to
play in the Howey Cup and thus given a chance to win a
national title. The matches were to take place on a Sunday.
However, instead of the expected wins, Dartmouth was
forced to forfeit both matches after a decision was made
to bench the majority of both teams. Head Coach Hansi
Wiens explained tersely, “multiple team rules were broken.”
Sources close to the teams shed more light on the trans-
gressions, explaining that the team has a rule that prohibits
drinking within 48 hours of a match.
The match against Brown was on
a Sunday and the team members
drank on that Friday. The num-
ber of women’s team members
who drank remains unspecified.All but three members (Captains
Robbie Maycock ‘13 and Chris
Hanson ‘13 as well as Chris Jung
‘14) of the men’s team drank.
Perhaps the most interesting part
of the controversy is how the coach
and athletic directors discovered the
violations. Sources close to the
teams con-
firmed that
the captains of the women’s team blitzed
Coach Hansi the names of the women
who drank. It remains unclear how the
men’s team violation was uncovered, but
several theories are circulating. Some sus-
pect that the women’s captains divulgedthe men’s team violation in their initial
blitz. Alternatively, Coach Hansi may
have confronted the men’s team himself.
The ultimate decision to bench the
team was made by Athletic Director
Sheehy, Coach Hansi, and Associate
Athletic Director Richard Whitmore.
Harry Sheehy confirmed that the
players broke the team’s drinking rule,
quipping that while no league rules were
explicitly broken, the NCAA “in most
cases doesn’t drill down to that level.”
Mr. Sheehy also discussed the decision
to bench the players, saying, “It wasn’t
a department rule that was violated. It was their own rule.
We thought about it a little and we wanted to make sure the
message gets out. There are things that you do that impact
the whole team.” He went on to discuss the importance of
integrity to the athletics program, saying “We’re always
going to try to do the right thing at Dartmouth. We’re going
to make sure that what we makes sense and we’re not go-
ing to worry about Ws and Ls over doing the right thing.”
The Ivy League is rarely esteemed in the world
of college sports. Athletic Director Sheehy’s puritani-cal attitude perpetuates this reality. Would Alabama or
LSU bench players for a transgression that otherwise
would have had no impact on their season? For a closer
comparison, would Stanford ever make a similar deci-
sion? Considering that squash is one of the very few
sports in which the Ivy League excels, the Dartmouth
Athletic Department does a disservice to the school
by handicapping a particularly successful program. n
By Alfred J. Pennypicker
With a tougher schedule and the loss of key graduating
seniors, the Dartmouth Men’s Tennis team hardly knew what to
expect coming into their 2012-2013 season. And yet the trepi-
dation has hardly been warranted. Though the season has not
been solely lled with victories, the team has battled through
the tough parts of a threatening non-conference schedule and is
rounding into form just as the Ivy season is set to get underway.
The fall was lled mostly with individual competitions
and tune-ups. The team performed well as the hosts of the
Dartmouth Shootout in October, compiling an 18-2 singles
record and 8-2 doubles record. Results were more mixed at the
Gopher Invitational, hosted by the University of Minnesota, and
the Harvard Halloween Classic. Yet the team kept its focus, us-
ing these events as chances to bolster their games before the start
of the non-conference season that occurs during winter term.
The team faced a substantial challenge in its rst proper
match of the season on Friday January 25th, lining up against
the Tigers of Clemson University. Clemson is a traditional
tennis powerhouse, the fact that the team would travel to the
north woods for competition says a lot about Dartmouth’s
improvement in reputation and quality over the last few years.
Though the Dartmouth men fell 4-2 in a hard-fought match,
the team did not allow itself to become disheartened. How
could they with another stern test facing them the next day?
The team refocused
to face the then-unde-
feated Purdue Boiler-
makers, another team
known as a national
contender. Though the
men fell 4-3, the fact
that the match was
so close boded well for the team’s future prospects.
Speaking to team captain Mike Jacobs ’13 after the match,
I was struck by the positive tone and excitement in his voice. Ja-
cobs stressed the dramatic increase in quality of opponents this
year, noting how most of the teams on the Dartmouth schedule
are nationally ranked. He also stressed the fact that these teams
were traditionally unwilling to travel all the way to Hanover
and that present willingness indicates growing esteem for
the Dartmouth
p r o g r a m .
Though the
early losses
were disap-
pointing, Ja-
cobs remained
positive about
the t e a m’s
prospects go-
ing forward.
“It’s pos-
sible we got
off to a slow
start because
we weren’t
used to the
tough compe-
tition right off
the bat. It’s
great for the future of the
program though. We’re getting our act together now
and are excited to battle for the rest of the season,” he
said—maintaining that
the tougher schedule will
only serve to benet the
program both now and
in subsequent seasons.
Jacobs’ words have
proved prescient, as the
team has strung together
an impressive set of wins following the losses of their rst
weekend. On February 1st the team bested the Monarchs
of Old Dominion University 4-3, with strong performances
by Erik Nordahl ’16 and Brandon De Bot ’14 at fourth
and sixth singles, respectively. Feeding off the animated
crowd at Boss Tennis Center, Nordahl rose to the occasion
by overcoming a rst set bagel with a three-set victory.Though the team took a step back with a 1-6 loss at
Indiana, the rest of this term’s results have been strikingly
positive. The afternoon of February 8th saw an 8-1 victory over
the Bearcats of Binghamton University. The team used this
triumph to propel
themselves to a
stunning perfor-
mance against
Boston College,
b l a nk i ng t he
Eagles 7-0. The
doubles match
was tight, but a
late break by Ja-
cobs and Alex De
Chattelus ’13 led
to a win and elec-
tried the crowd.
The momentum
owed as all the
singles players
won in straight
sets, save for
Justin Chan ’16,
who took his match in three.
The team struggled at ECAC Championships the
weekend of February 15th but did not let this deter them
and they go into spring break riding a three-match win-
ning streak. They notched a come-from-behind 4-3 victory
against a wily St. John’s team with De Bot clinching the
match with a third set win. After the match Jacobs had
nothing but praise for De Bot, calling him “our rock.”
Just last weekend the team travelled to the Mid-
west to face Marquette and the University of Iowa
winning both matches 5-2. In addition to the winning
tennis the team enjoyed some downtime in the heart -
land, playing laser tag and generally hamming it up.
As the team enters the meat of its season there is
nothing but pride among the players. They have per-
formed admirably in the face of a demanding schedule
and are nding their form just as the Ivy season gets
underway. As the snow melts this spring in Hanover they will certainly be among the teams to watch. n
Mr. Door is a sophomore at the College and a fervent
supporter of Dartmouth Athletics.
Ms. Pennypicker is a senior at the College and admirer
of The Dartmouth Review.
Men’s & Women’s Squash Benched
Men’s Tennis Rises to Tough Schedule
— Athletic Director Harry Sheehy —
“It’s possible we got off to a slow start because we
weren’t used to the tough competition right off the
bat. It’s great for the future of the program though.
We’re getting our act together now and are excited
to battle for the rest of the season,” Jacobs said.
— Dartmouth Men’s Tennis Captain Mike Jacobs ‘13 —
— Head Coach Hansi Wiens with men’s captain Robbie Maycock ‘13 —
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March 4, 2013 The Dartmouth Review Page 9 F. Scott Fitzgerald Visits Hanover:
Mr. Desai is a member of the class of 2008 and Editor
Emeritus of The Dartmouth Review.
By Nicholas Desai
Editor’s Note: The following is a Review favorite
from the archi ves . Former Edit or-in-Chief Nichola s
Desa i drew this account of Fitzgerald’s visi t to Ha-
nover from Dartmouth Library’s Budd Schulburg les.
The story of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s 1939 trip to Dartmouth
for Winter Carnival is legendary, even if the best known
version has it simply that the novelist got very drunk in
Hanover. Even this condensed form has appeal: the man
of letters who does not uphold the supposed dignity of
his profession is both comic and tragic. Yet an investiga-
tion of the Budd Schulberg papers reveals a tale that,
eshed out, gains still more gravity and comic appeal.
It’s a yarn that Schulberg ‘36 related many times in
publications, at conferences, and in
ctional form in his 1951 novel The
Disenchanted . Like any drinking
story, it seems to alter with each tell-
ing to provide maximum entertain-
ment, usually through emphasis but
occasionally in presentation of facts.
(Did Schulberg really take Fitzgerald
to Psi U or simply feint in that direc-tion?) But Schulberg, the acclaimed
novelist of What Makes Sammy Run?
and Academy Award-winning screen-
writer of “On the Waterfront,” tells it
well each time. What follows is the
‘39 bender according to Schulberg,
which is drawn from several accounts
and rendered using a combination of
quotation and paraphse. His is the
controlling view, since he stuck by
Fitzgerald more closely than anyone
else during their brief excursion.
Schulberg was something of a
Hollywood prince, the son of a movie
mogul who had known only Hol-
lywood, Deereld Academy, and Dartmouth by the time hehad reached his twenty-fourth year. He had graduated from
Dartmouth three years before and was working for David
O. Selznick, a family friend and the legendary producer
who made “Gone with the Wind.” This would have led to a
career in production, like his father’s, but Schulberg aspired
to write. After extricating himself from Selznick, he received
a call from the producer Walter Wanger ‘15 who proposed
making a picture about Dartmouth’s Winter Carnival.
“I always thought of Hollywood like a principality of
its own,” Schulberg reected years later, “ It was like a sort
of a Luxembourg, or something like that, or Liechtenstein.
And the people who ran it really had that attitude. They
weren’t only running a studio, they were running a whole
little world... They could cover up murder... You could liter-
ally have somebody killed, and it wouldn’t be in the papers.
“It was not something on my own I would sit down and be fascinated by, the Winter Carnival movie,” Schulberg
recalled, “But it was good money; it was 250 bucks a week,
a lot of money—there’s no denying it. I’d been married
young. Also it was about my own place, my own college.”
Schulberg later described the Carni-
val as “jumping off point in time for the
ski craze that was eventually to sweep
America from Maine to California. But
somehow in the 20’s, it had gotten all mixed
up with the election of a Carnival Queen.
And by the time I was an undergraduate, I
mean a Dartmouth man, the Carnival had
developed into a hyped-up beauty contest,
winter fashion show and fancy dress ball,
complete with an ‘Outdoor Evening’ ski-and-ice extravaganza
that would have made Busby Berkeley green with envy.“In 1929 the Carnival Queen was a edgling movie star,
Florence Rice, daughter of the illustrious Grantland... In 1937
the Dartmouth band led ve thousand to Occom Pond in a
torchlight parade to cheer the coronation of a gorgeous blonde
with full red lips. The Dartmouth ski team swooped down
from the hills with aming torches in tribute to their Queen
of the Snow. Champion skaters twirled on the ice in front of
her throne and sky rockets lit the winter night. It had begun to
look more like a snowbound Hollywood supercolossal starring
Sonja Henie and a chorus of Goldwyn Girls than the homespun
college event Fred Harris had fathered a quarter of a century
before. One could hardly blame a movie tycoon-alumnus
like Walter Wanger for wanting to bring it to the screen.
“Wanger was a very dapper man; he prided himself on
being dapper in a Hollywood setting among gauche Holly-
wood producers. Walter was Ivy League, and he played that
role of the Ivy League producer. He had the right threads
on for the Ivy League: he was Brooks Brothers. And he had
books—real books!—in the bookcase behind him. The only
thing that bothered me—well, a number of things bothered me
about Walter—but the only detail that bothered me was that
he had a large photo of Mussolini framed there on the wall,
inscribed ‘To Walter, with the best wishes of his friend, Benito.’
By the end of the year that disappeared into the bathroom.”
Wanger told Schulberg that the script he’d written solo
was “lousy,” (“I didn’t see War and Peace in Winter Carni-
val,” quipped Schulberg), and that he would need to bring
in another writer. Schulberg
said later that no matter how
famous or accomplished a
writer was in those days, he
could be hired for a few days
before being summarily red.
So he felt lucky merely to have
hung on to the job and asked
who his collaborator would be.“ I t ’ s F . S c o t t
Fitzgerald,” said Wanger.
“I looked at him; I hon-
estly thought he was pulling
my leg.” Schulberg had seen
Fitzgerald some years back
downtown at the Biltmore
Theatre as he came out of a play
with Dorothy Parker and look-
ing “ghostly white and frail
and pail.” But that was some
years back, and when Wanger
said, ‘F. Scott Fitzgerald,’ I
said, ‘Scott Fitzgerald—isn’t
he dead?’ And Wanger made
some crack like, ‘Well, I doubt that your script is that bad.’He perhaps said, ‘Maybe bored him to death,’ or something
like that. But Wanger said, ‘No, he’s in the next room, and
he’s reading your script now.’” Schulberg went to meet him.
“My God, he’s so old,” he thought then.
“His complexion,” he said later, “was manuscript
white and, though there was still a light brown
tint to his hair, the rst impression he made
on me was of a ghost—the ghost of the Great
Novelist Past who had sprung to early fame with
This Side of Paradise, capped his early promise
at age 29 with what many critics hailed as the
great American novel, The Great Gatsby, and then had taken
nine years to write and publish the book most of the same
critics condemned as ‘disappointing,’ Tender is the Night .”
Fitzgerald nished reading the forty-eight-odd pages
of the “Winter Carnival” script and said, “Well, it’s not verygood,” to which Schulberg replied, “Oh, I know, I know, I
know it’s not good.” They went to lunch at the Brown Derby.
Schulberg and Fitzgerald soon discovered that they
knew “everybody in common; it was a small town... We
talked about so many writers.
We talked about the dilemma
of the Eastern writer coming
West and writing movies for a
living, always with the dream of
that one more chance, one more
chance to go back and write that
novel, write that play that would
re-establish him—mostly him,
a few hers—once again.”
Sc hu lbe rg to ld h im how muc h he a d -
mired Gatsby, and how much it meant to him,along with the short stories and Tender is the Night .
“I’m really amazed that you know anything about
me,” said Fitzgerald, “I’ve had the feeling that no-
body in your generat ion would read me anymore. ”
“I have a lot of friends that do.” (“That was
only partly true,” he said later, “Most of my radical,
communist-oriented peers looked on him as a relic.”)
“Last year my royalties were $13,” said Fitzgerald.
They discussed politics, literature, and gossip. “Scott was
tuned into everything we talked about—everything except
“Winter Carnival.” Everything. We went through those things,
I think, all afternoon. We decided to meet the next day at the
studio at ten, and we did but we got talking about everything
but “Winter Carnival”... and we tried we really tried. But
“Winter Carnival” was the kind of movie that is very hard to
get your mind on, especially when you have the excitement
of so many other things that are really more interesting.”
It was, in other words, a pleasant time, though they were
not doing the work for which they were being paid. “After
about four or ve days, it reminded me of sitting around a
campus dormitory room in one of those bull sessions, talk-
ing about all the things we both shared and enjoyed.” An
additional danger loomed: though they drew salaries, they
had not signed contracts and could be red at any time.
After a week, Wanger called them into his ofce to
check on their progress. Having done hardly any work,
they nevertheless managed not to let on that they had been
ignoring the script. Wanger said that they’d better create a
central storyline soon, since the entire crew was traveling
to Hanover to shoot “backgrounds.” (“In those days, they
would shoot the backgrounds based on what the scenes were
and then in the studio have the actors behaving as if they
were at the ski-lift, on the porch of the Inn, and so forth.”)
As to whether they should accompany the crew, Fitzger-
ald was resistant. “Well, Walter, I hadn’t planned to go to
Dartmouth. I’ve seen enough college parties, I think, to write
a college movie without having to go to the Winter Carnival.”
His resistance was perhaps more understandable if you
understand that ying in those days required a goodly chunk of
time. “People today don’t realize what ying was. It was just one
step away from the Santa Fe Chief. You got on, and you stopped
for refueling several times, and it took about sixteen hours.”
To stay employed, Fitzgerald gave in. “While I felt
sorry for Scott, I have to admit that I was looking for-
ward to going back to Dartmouth with Scott Fitzgerald.”
Schulberg regarded his father, the head of Para-
mount, as one of the more literary producers in town, and
this trait made him proud that his son was working with
such a gure as Fitzgerald. Therefore, the elder Schul-
berg brought them two bottles of champagne for the trip.
“As we got on the plane, we were still talking,” Schulberg
recalled, “We were talking about Edmund Wilson, we were
talking about communism, we were talking about the people
we knew in common, like Upton Sinclair and Lincoln Steffens.
All of this was going on and on. And it would have been greatfun if we didn’t have this enormous monkey—more like a
gorilla—of “Winter Carnival” on our backs. We got to sipping
champagne through the next hour or so; it was very congenial. It
was really fun, I thought, and then we cracked the second bottle
of champagne. We
went on merrily
talking and drink-
ing. Every once in
a while we would
say, ‘You know, by
the time we get to
Manhattan we’d better have some kind of a line on this Winter
Carnival.’ And we tried all kinds of things; we really did try.”
In Manhattan, they stayed at the Warwick Hotel,
where they worked for a bit on the story, to no real end.
“Scott,” he said, “You’ve written a hundred short stories,and I’ve written a few: I mean between the two of us we
should be able to knock out a damn outline for this story.”
“Yes, we wi l l , we wi l l . Don’t wor-
ry, pal. We will, we will,” said Fitzgerald.
A few college friends called Schulberg, and it
turned out they were staying only a few blocks away.
“So I told Scott that I would go and see them; I’d be
back in one hour. That was one of my mistakes.” When he
returned to the room, he found an unpunctuated note that
read, from Schulberg’s memory, “Pal you shouldn’t have
left me pal because I got lonely pal and I went down to
the bar pal and I came up and looked for you pal and now
Im back down at the bar and I’ll be waiting for you pal.”
Schulberg found Fitzgerald in a hotel bar a few blocks
away and saw that he was in bad shape, not having eaten
anything. Nevertheless, they continued to drink and work on the script back in their room in preparation for the
nine a.m. meeting with Wanger at the Waldorf Astoria
in the morning. Despite the drink, the lack of sleep, and
the fact that they had no story, they successfully evaded
Wanger’s detection and were encouraged to keep working.
As they got up, Wanger asked in passing, “Oh,
by the way, did you meet anybody on the plane?”
Schulberg mentioned that they had seen Sheilah Gra-
ham, a movie columnist. “And Walter’s face darkened, and
he looked at Scott and said, ‘Scott, you son of a bitch.’”
It turned out that Fitzgerald had secretly arranged to have
his girlfriend accompany him on the trip, though it might be
more correct to say that she was the one who insisted on it.
Fitzgerald, in addition to his alcoholism, simply had very poor
— Budd Schulberg ‘36 —
“I’m really amazed that you know
anything about me,” said Fitzgerald,
“I’ve had the feeling that nobody in your
generation would read me anymore.”
Schulberg was something of a
Hollywood prince, the son of a
movie mogul who had known only
Hollywood, Deerfield Academy,
and Dartmouth by the time he had
reached his twenty-fourth year.
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pretended to have met by chance on the plane. Schulberg
apologized to Fitzgerald for mentioning it in the Waldorf.
“Well, Budd, it’s my fault. I should have told you.”
Despite this delay, they managed to make the Carnival Spe-
cial, the train con-
veying crowds
of females to
Dartmouth for
the weekend.
“They were real-
ly like a thousand
Scott Fitzgerald
heroines, they
were...The en-
tire train given
over to Win-
ter Carnival.”
I n 1 9 7 4 ,
Schulberg revis-
ited Dartmouth
and wrote an open
letter to Fitzger-
ald, reminiscing
about their little bender. The Car-
nival Special was
apparently the
most noticeable
absence from the
1970s version.
“Can you hear me
right, Scott? No
more Carnival
Special! No more train loads of breathless dates, doll-faced
blondes and saucy brunettes, the prettiest and ashiest from
Vassar, Wellesley, and Smith. Plus the hometown knock-
outs in form-tting ski suits, dressed to their sparkling
white teeth for what we used to call ‘The Mardi Gras of
the North.’ Of course there were some plain faces among
them, homespun true loves, as bets any female invasion.”Though Schulberg had told himself he would keep
an eye on Fitzgerald’s drinking, the man had nevertheless
managed to procure a pint of gin, which he kept in his
overcoat pocket. “One thing that [writers are] able to do,
they are like magicians in their ability to hide and then sud-
denly produce bottles.” Wanger took Schulberg aside and
asked him if Fitzgerald had been drinking, to which he an-
swered no, in a sort of writers’ solidarity against producers.
“Another thing I should mention in passing is
that Scott may have looked as if he was falling down
drunk but his mind never stopped,” Schulberg recalled.
The train trip didn’t improve the script either as they
continued to talk about anything but the lm. There was
literally no story. Fitzgerald offered a story about a “waitress
with a baby and the baby on an ice oe and the ski captain
saves the baby... it was awful, it was awful. And we were
getting a little like, ‘Jesus, Scott. That’s terrible!’ and ‘Well,if you think that’s bad, then you—’” They became a bit edgy.
Schulberg’s idea, he later claimed, was mostly to
do with a “rebel college editor” (Schulberg had edited
The Daily Dartmouth as an undergraduate), and Fitzger-
ald centered on the story of “an old love rekindled for
a moment in the Carnival res and then forever lost.”
“What Dartmouth Winter Carnival represented—and
remember how we tried to analyze this, Scott, in our futile
pursuit of a suitable Winter Carnival theme—was a tribal
fertility rite,” Schulberg wrote in his 1974 letter, “That was
the essence of Carnival, we decided, taking its character from
the self-enforced isolation of thousands of young males living
together on by far the most isolated campus in the Ivy League.”
When they arrived, the extremely enthusiastic second unit
director, Otto Lovering, better known as Lovey, met them on
the platform, bright and eager. “Just tell use where to go, boys,”
he said to them, “We’re ready, we got the crew... we’re ready
to go!” They stalled and asked to go to the Hanover Inn, where
they supposed they might think up a story within an hour or so.
When they got to the Hanover Inn, the entire lm crew was
already there, “twenty people—more, two
dozen—everybody had a room at the Inn.”
“Sir, we don’t seem to have a reservation
for you,” said the desk clerk to Fitzgerald,
and as a result Schulberg and Fitzgerald
ended up in the attic of the Inn. “It was
not really a room meant for people to live
in,” remembered Schulberg, “It was sort
of an auxiliary room where things were
stored.” The room contained a single
two-level wire bed, a table, and no chair.
“Gee, I’m sorry, Scott, but it’s hard
to believe they’ve forgotten to get
a room for us,” said Schulberg.
“Well,” Fitzgerald quipped, “I guess that
really does say something about where the
lm writer stands in the Hollywood soci-
ety.” (“And he seemed to see it completely
in symbols,” Schulberg remembered later.)
They stayed in their attic room the entire
day, drinking and trying to write. “Scott
stretched out on his back in the lower
[bunk], and I in the upper, according to
our rank, and we tried to ad-lib a story…
But the prospect of still another college
musical was hardly inspiring, and soon
we were comparing the Princeton of his
generation with the Dartmouth of mine.”
“Well, maybe this is good,” thought Schulberg, “The
booze will sort of run out. We’re up in the attic; there’s no
phone; there’s nothing. And maybe if Scott takes a nap,
and we take a deep breath, we’ll just start all over again.”
Periodically, Lovey popped his eager-beaver head
into the room. “Where do we go? What’s the first
set-up?” Schulberg and Fitzgerald simply pulled loca-tions out of thin air with no relation to any extant plot.
They told him on a whim to shoot at the Outing Club:
“Well, we have a scene of the two of them as they come down
the steps and they look at the frozen pond, and we’ll play
that scene there.” They didn’t, in fact, have a scene. Lovey
enthusiastically dispatched these fool’s errands: ‘”Great,
you’ve done it awfully well.”
And just when it seemed
that they’d drunk all the alcohol,
the “ruddy-faced, ex-athlete”
Professor Red Merrill came
into their attic chamber, bearing
a bottle of whiskey. Schulberg
had been introduced to Fitzger-
ald’s work in Merrill’s class
“Sociology and the American Novel,” and Merrill was a rare
Fitzgerald fan. The three of them
proceeded to kill this bottle in a
few hours while discussing lit-
erature. After Merrill left, Lovey
ducked in and asked for an-
other set-up, which he received.
Fitzgerald was then sup-
posed to atte nd a reception
with the dean (there was at that
time only one dean, accord-
ing to Schulberg) and several
other literature-minded faculty
members. The idea was that
Wanger would present him and
Fitzgerald would describe the plot of the lm they were shoot-
ing. “It was a disaster since it
was pretty obvious that not only
was Scott drunk, but when I
tried to ll in for him, anyone
could see that we had no story.”
“One Professor Macdonald
(I remember him well; he was
a very dapper man, very well-
dressed, very feisty) made me
feel bad because I thought he was
enjoying Scott’s appearance and
Scott’s defeat. He said, ‘He’s re-
ally a total wreck, isn’t he? He’s
a total wreck.’ But he didn’t say it in a nice way to me. At the
same time Scott looked as if he was absolutely non compus,
but his mind was going fast and well, and he made observa-
tions about these people that were much sharper, I think, than
anything that Professor MacDonald or anybody else could say.”
Then Schulberg realized why Wanger had insisted
so strongly on Fitzgerald’s coming to Dartmouth. He had
hoped that the college might confer Wanger an honor-
ary degree if he paraded around a writer. “He thought
that showing off Scott Fitzgerald, even a faded Scott
Fitzgerald, would help him along that road. And now
he’d been embarrassed and, in a way, humiliated.”
In The Daily Dartmouth’s February 11, 1939 issue, John
D. Hess wrote up an interview with Wanger and Fitzgerald:
“The public personality of Walter Wanger ‘15 is a
disturbing blend of abruptness and charm. At this particu-
lar interview, he sat quietly in a chair exuding power and
authority in easy breaths, seemingly indifferent to anything
I said, but quickly, suddenly, sharply catching a phrase,
questioning it, commenting upon it, grinding it into me,
smiling, and then apparently forgetting all about me again.
“In a chair directly across from Mr. Wanger was Mr.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, who looked and talked as if he had
long since become tired of being known as the spokes-
man of that unfortunate lost generation of the 1920’s.
Mr. Fitzgerald is working on the script of Mr. Wanger’s
picture, ‘Winter Carnival. ’” We now know, of course,
that Fitzgerald was not tired but three sheets to the wind.
Having more or less survived the faculty ordeal, the
pair proceeded back to the Inn, where Schulberg encour-
aged Fitzgerald to take an invigorating nap. He lay down
on the bottom bunk, and Schulberg, believing Fitzger-
ald asleep, snuck off to visit some fraternity chums.
Sitting at the fraternity bar not long after this escape,
Schulberg felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Fitzgerald.
“I don’t know how he got there or found me, but he did.
And he looked so totally out of place. He had on his fedora
and his overcoat. He was not in any way prepared either in
his clothing or his mind for this Winter Carnival weekend.”
Supporting him by the arm, Schulberg walked Fitzgerald
out of the house and down Wheelock street. He seemed sud-denly to regain his energy and suggested having a drink at Psi U.
“And when we got to the Inn... I tried to fool Scott.
I was trying to get him back in the room. I said, ‘O.K.,
Scott, here we are,’ and he realized what I was doing
and got very mad at me. We had sort of a tussle and we
fell down in the snow, kind of rolled in the snow.” After
— ”Winter Carnival” advertised in The Dartmouth Graphic, 1939 —
—An incription from Schulberg: “For my friends at
Dartmouth: This book inspired by my troubled visit with
F.S.F. just 45 years ago. Sincerely, Budd Schulberg”—
“What Dartmouth Winter Carnival repre-
sented—and remember how we tried to
analyze this, Scott, in our futile pursuit of a suitable Winter Carnival theme—was a
tribal fertility rite,” Schulberg wrote in his
1974 letter, “That was the essence of Car-
nival, we decided, taking its character from
the self-enforced isolation of thousands of
young males living together on by far the
most isolated campus in the Ivy League.”
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And the Bender of 1939this was resolved, they decided to visit a coffee shop.
“[At the coffee shop] it was humorous in a way because
there were all those kids enjoying Winter Carnival, and every-
body was so up, and we were so bedraggled, so down, worried,
in despair.” Suddenly, Fitzgerald went into his element, and
told “this marvelous detailed, romantic story of a girl in an
open touring car (he described how she was dressed). Over
the top of the hill is this skier coming down, and she stops the
car and looks at him. Scott described it immaculately well.”
Having nished the coffee, they proceeded back to
the Hanover Inn, on whose steps loomed—“as
in a bad movie—or maybe in the movie we were
trying to write” —none other than Walter Wanger,
dressed in a white tie and top hat “like Fred
Astaire... He was not a tall man, but standing a
step or two above us and with a top hat, he really
looked like a Hollywood god staring down at us.”
“I don’t know what the next train out of here is,”
Wanger intoned, “but you two are going to be on it.”
“They put us on the train about one o’clock
in the morning with no luggage,” Schulberg
remembers,” They just threw us on the train.”
At dawn they pulled into New York, and Schul-
berg with the porter had to rouse Fitzgerald and
drag him into a cab. They returned to the Warwick
they had just left, and apparently experiencing a
motif, were greeted with the news that there was
no room. Perhaps, Schulberg thought later, their
appearance and lack of luggage dissuaded the
staff. “Somehow the days had run together and
we hadn’t changed. We both looked like what you
look like when you haven’t done some of the things
that one needs to do to keep yourself together.”
“Have you got a reservation?” the desk staff asked.
“Well, we just left,” they responded, although,
Schulberg recalled, “It seemed like a year, an eternity... As I
look back we had no luggage, and the two of us looked like
God knows what. I don’t think we’d changed our clothes from
the time we’d left Hollywood. I’m sure we’d hardly gone to
bed, maybe an hour or so, half-dressed, in the Warwick.”
Several unreceptive hotels later, Fitzgerald said,“Budd, take me to the Doctors’ Hospital. They’ll take
me in there at the Doctors’ Hospital.” This worked, and
a week later Sheila Graham took Fitzgerald back west.
He was of course red. Schulberg was red and re-hired.
“After Winter Carnival,” he was in major trouble,”
remembers Schulberg, “You know what a small town it
is. Everybody knows everybody else’s business, and Scott
was extremely damaged.” Yet, touchingly for Schulberg,
Fitzgerald continued to send him notes about the lm.
“He had great dreams about Hollywood,” Schulberg
said, “It was not just the money. Most of the writers I knew—
Faulkner and the others—just wanted to get the money and
get out. Scott was different. He believed in the movies…. He
went to lms all the time and he kept a card le of the plots.
He’d go back and write out the plot of every lm he saw.”
Still, the picture itself couldn’t have worked, he
said, “For by the end of the 30’s, when we haunted
the Carnival, it had become a show in itself. And
back-stage stories are notoriously resistant to quality.”
Schulberg and Fitzgerald remained good friends after-
wards, continuing to discuss what they’d always wished to
discuss without the burden of Wanger or his lm. Schulberg
remained struck by Fitzgerald’s irrepressible, almost boyishenthusiasm for ideas. “One evening, in West Los Angeles,”
Schulberg wrote, “I was dashing off, late for a dinner party,
when Scott burst in. ‘I’ve just been rereading Spengler’s
Decline of the West .’ That was for openers from the playboy
of the western world. How did he maintain this incredible
sophomoric enthusiasm that all the agonies could not down? I
told him I just didn’t have time to go into Spengler now. I was
notoriously late and had to run. Scott accepted this with his
usual Minneapolis-cum-Princeton-cum-Southern good man-
ners. ‘All right. But we have to talk about it. In the light of what
Hitler is doing in Europe. Spengler saw it coming. I could feel
it. But did nothing about it. Typical—of the decline of the west.’
“Maybe it was to make up for the years frittered
away at Princeton, and in the playgrounds of the rich,
but, drunk or sober (and except for the Dartmouth
trip and one other occasion, I only saw him sober),he never stopped learning, never stopped inquiring.”
Schulberg remembers the day he saw Fitzgerald for the
last time. “I remember very well it was on the rst day of
December in 1940, and I was going East; I’d been working
on my rst novel), I went to say goodbye to Scott, and he was
in bed. He lived in a sort of simple, fairly plain apartment
right in pretty much the heart of old Hollywood off of Sunset
Boulevard right around the corner from Schwab’s Drugstore,
which was the hangout for everyone in the neighborhood.
Scott had this desk built for him to t around him in the bed,
as he was pretty frail and feeling weak and at the same time
found he could write in bed for two-three hours every day.”
He brought a copy of Tender is the Night , which he had
Fitzgerald inscribe to his daughter Vicky. The inscrip-
tion read, “Whose illustrious father pulled me out of
snowdrifts and away from avalanches.” (Dartmouth
has this inscribed copy in its special collections.)
Schulberg asked how his novel, which turned out to
beThe Last Tycoon, was progressing. Though Schul-
berg didn’t know the novel’s exact subject matter,
he guessed it was Hollywood since Fitzgerald had
barraged him with questions about the lm industry,
and what it had been like growing up around it.
Later, Schulberg was mildly disappointed to read in
the rst pages of The Last Tycoon an insight that he
had given Fitzgerald during one off these interviews.
It was the idea that Hollywood was an industry town
like any other, except that it made movies instead
of tires or steel. Yet, it did not sting too badly: “I’ve
known writers (I was raised with them), and I’ve
known them from one end of my life to the other. And
he was one of the most gentle, kindest, most sympa-
thetic and generous writers I’ve ever met. At the same
time, of course, he couldn’t stop lifting something
you said because that’s the profession he was in.”
In late December 1940, Schulberg had a drink with
a Dartmouth professor, Herb West, at the Hanover
Inn. West “suddenly but terribly casually looked up from
his glass and said, ‘Isn’t it too bad about Scott Fitzgerald?’”
This was the rst that Schulberg had heard of Fitzgerald’s
death of a heart attack in Sheila Graham’s apartment.
The obituaries portrayed Fitzgerald as a mere mascot
of the Jazz Age, a man unt for the age of political com -mitment. Disgusted, Schulberg, John O’Hara, and Edmund
Wilson, inter alia, approached The New Republicin 1941
with the idea of a Fitzgerald memorial issue, which ran.
Wanger went on to lead the Association of Alumni and
the Motion Picture Academy, while continuing to produce
movies. Schulberg testied voluntarily before the House
Un-American Activities Committee, explaining that he
broke wi th communism when they tried to interfere wi th
his literary work. He won the Academy Award for the
screenplay for “On the Waterfront” several years later. In
1951, Wanger shot his actress wife’s agent in the groin with
a .38 pistol. “I shot him because he broke up my home,”
he told the police. The incident was well-covered in the
papers. He served four months in prison. Schulberg’s The
Disenchanted , published in 1950, was widely seen as a
roman-à-clef about Fitzgerald and became a bestseller. Itrenewed interest in Fitzgerald and his novels, which were
reprinted. Today, his critical reputation is unassailable. n
— A note from Fitzgerald to Schulberg: “Bud: Am upstairs doing a sort of
creative brood, Scott. Changed —gone out with Walter.”—
Perhaps, Schulberg thought later, their
appearance and lack of luggage dis-
suaded the staff. “Somehow the days had
run together and we hadn’t changed. We
both looked like what you look like when
you haven’t done some of the things thatone needs to do to keep yourself together.”
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In the depth of winter I nally learned that there was
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—Dave Barry
Tradition does not mean that the living are dead, it
means that the dead are living.
—Harold MacMillan
Education’s purpose is to replace an empty mind
with an open one.
—Marlcolm Forbes
Winter is not a season, it’s an occupation.
—Upton Sinclair
If you’d rather live surrounded by pristine objects
than by the traces of happy memories, stay focused
on tangible things. Otherwise, stop xating on stuff
you can touch and start caring about stuff that touches you.
—Martha Beck
Education is the transmission of civilization.
—Will Durant
An American monkey, after getting drunk on brandy,
would never touch it again, and thus is much wiser
than most men.
—Charles Darwin
In America nothing dies easier than tradition.
—Russell Baker
I think everyone should go to college and get a de-
gree and then spend six months as a bartender and
six months as a cabdriver. Then they would really
be educated.
—Al McGuire
I like narrative storytelling as being part of a tradi-
tion, a folk tradition.
—Bruce Springsteen
Teaching is not a lost art, but the regard for it is a
lost tradition.
—Jacques Barzun
Responsibility educates.
—Wendell Phillips