October 30, 1956

Dear Bob,

Here I am again after a busy weekend down at Harvard.  I see you lost too, what is happening to the N.D. football teams?

I didn't care too much for Harvard's campus.  It's right in the city and isn't 1/10th as nice as ours is.  As a friend of mine put it, their buildings look more like old factories.  The arrangement of the campus conveys a feeling of diversity, while the campi of D. and N.D. tend to convey unity.

I walked around Boston for a few hours (accepted practice), but didn't see enough of the Hub to make a critical judgement

The Commons of Boston is very beautiful, and I noticed two things about it which might interest you (there go the mules):  a) the trash receptacles in the Commons are placed in three feet high plaster replicas of a hollowed-out tree stump:  and b) each  and every tree in the  Commons has on it a metal plate giving its Latin and common names.  I thought you as a naturalist would be especially interested in "b".

What do you mean by saying the hazing is hard.  All we 60s have to do is wear beanies, have name badges, carry furniture and beat rugs for upperclassmen, and build bonfires before the home football games.

I think I should give you some insight into the character of Dartmouth.  I'll start by describing the cover of the Dartmouth-Harvard football game program.  There is a drawing of John Harvard
standing by, watching the Dartmouth Indian paint the roof of John's most revered building green.  As you may have guessed, green is our school color.

In a recent edition of a women's college newsletter this definition of a Dartmouth man appeared:  One who can't count to 70 without smiling (what comes before 70).

Quite in vogue is a banner that bears the inscription "when better women are made,
Dartmouth men will make them".

A song sang around here a lot is "Dartmouth's in Town Again".  While it is not the official college song, it is easily the most popular.  In my rendition I will disguise certain words in case you want to show it to your mother, also I am afraid of being prosecuted for transmitting lewd
material through the mails.  Thus:

Dartmouth's in town again, run girls run.

Dartmouth's in town again, fun girls fun.

Our stants are preaming hot,

We'll give you all we've got.

Rigins are our meat, vape! vape! vape!

Down from the hills we come, surge on, surge!

Mucking like Dartmouth men.

We've got the biologic urge.

Dartmouth's in town again.

Quite a school!

You in your closely guarded retreat may have heard some stories about the important rule sex and alcoholic beverages play in the education of an Ivy League man.  Well those stories are true.  Of course I have used discretion and have indulged in the latter on only two occasions.  It's amazing how easy it is to obtain liquor here.  Just last Friday I went in and bought a six-pack without any trouble whatsoever.  Don't get me wrong!  I don't get soused every night.  I'm a social drinker and have a few cans when I go to a party.  If I wanted to I could probably go to a beer blast every weekend, but I don't want to make it a habit.

Too bad about girls not being allowed in your dorms.  They can come in ours, but have to be out by a certain time.

I'm flying into Chicago for the weekend of the 2nd.  I have to attend a conference of the United Steelworkers of America, Dist. 31, the organization that gave me the $3000 scholarship.  I want to go on a date late Saturday night and maybe to Mt. Carmel's football game.  I'll call your house Sat. to see if you're in town for I don't think there'll be enough time for you to answer by mail.

I have to study for my hour exams now, so goodbye.

Tom

My chess move KN - KB3 same as yours.