HONORARY DEGREE CITATIONS
No American on active duty has a record of public service to rival yours: a neophyte of the diplomatic service in World War I, five years an assistant to Herbert Hoover in war relief and the Department of Commerce, for 26 years state legislator, U.S. Congressman and Governor of Massachusetts without a defeat at the polls, Under Secretary of State and Secretary of State under President Eisenhower, and now the nation's Special Representative for Trade Negotiations. You are a veritable one-man college of American government where, like Dartmouth's founder, you are yourself the faculty. In truth, as a one-time teacher at Harvard, the founder of the Johns Hopkins School of Advanced International Studies, and a lecturer in Great Issues at Dartmouth you are no stranger to these deep woods, sometimes mistakenly called the groves of academe. Manifestly it was neither politics nor chance that caused President Kennedy to give you perhaps the single most important and politically difficult diplomatic assignment of the era. If you bring international economic cooperation to pass at home and abroad at the high level contemplated by the Trade Expansion Act of 1962 and required by the realities of the modern world, all else in your career will be prelude to an achievement of conviction, courage, steadfastness, and skill, with as the song says "a little bit of luck," that will make this Dartmouth Doctorate of Laws one of the most timely and most merited ever. May it be so.
Mr. Prime Minister, we bid you warm welcome as a Canadian statesman and as the leader of the Province of Quebec, New Hampshire's only foreign neighbor (Vermont being, as you may have heard, something else again). We know you as law graduate of Laval University who became Quebec City's youngest crown attorney and who today brings modern political leadership to one of North America's most ancient communities. You are a leader who believes in law as the servant of a progressive people's will as well as, when need be, each man's master. A veteran of Canada's House of Commons, her first Minister of Northern Affairs and Natural Resources, a participant in United Nations work, since you came to power in 1960 as the leader of Quebec's Liberal Party expenditures for education have proudly doubled and will soon redouble. Wise neighbors do not intrude in next-door arguments, particularly when the dispute is the familiar family one over who - to paraphrase your campaign slogan - is to be the master of the house. May we only ask of the future that the "new era" of Confederation which you and Prime Minister Pearson are creating may ripen into a day for Canada and for her French-speaking community that will fulfill our unspoken hopes and the confidence we have in you as the bearer of Dartmouth's highest honor, the Doctorate of Laws, honoris causa.
A love letter to The New YorkTimes is just too platonic to be fit for news, but since you come to us as a cub publisher rather than a cub reporter you perhaps can forgive this journalistic dalliance. Our democratic process is the great teacher whereby the nation learns its way toward the good society, and in that classroom a quality newspaper of comprehensive coverage and international scope is the indispensable text. Thanks to three generations of your family, the newspaper over which you preside is one of the quality enterprises of our time. The aim was set by your grandfather, Adolph Ochs; your father, Arthur Hays Sulzberger, raised that aim to a peerless reality; and your predecessor, Dartmouth's beloved Trustee, the late Orvil Dryfoos, ennobled with gentle grace the power and the duty he bore even unto a death of exhaustion. Born and bred a newspaperman on both sides, educated at Columbia, seasoned on the job as well as in the strife of the great strike, you took charge as matter-of-factly as the Marine you are. On the eve of the first anniversary of your "landing," this award of her honorary Doctorate of Laws attests Dartmouth's confidence in the success of your command and her pleasure in the continuation of the family association she has enjoyed now for over seventy years with publishers: Miller, Ochs, Sulzberger, and Dryfoos.
It may have been a congenital inability to stay "down under" anywhere or anything that brought you to this country from Australia 35 years ago. You are, however, no mere mover of self; in a time when engineering education has had great need to get out of its own way you have been one of its prime movers of students, institutions, and knowledge. Whether as a teacher, a pioneer in the servo-mechanism field, a consultant to government and industry, an academic administrator at your own university, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, or an adviser elsewhere, you have shown a low tolerance for unsolved problems. Ten years ago as an outside consultant your advice and judgment largely determined the future of engineering education at Dartmouth. Since 1957 as an Overseer of the Thayer School, you have helped plan and guide the School's second round of pioneering as if it were your own idea - which, in a measure that merits our affection and Dartmouth's honorary Doctorate of Science, it truly is.
A son who both personifies and serves his alma mater's first purpose. Born in a tepee of full-blooded Sioux parents, educated at Santee Indian School, Yankton College Academy, Mt. Hermon, Dartmouth - Class of 1920, Oberlin, and the Chicago Theological Seminary, you return to us in the fortieth year of a Christian mission among the Sioux, a mission carried on by your father for 35 years, and begun nearly a hundred years ago by your grandfather. We here cannot sense the deprivation of dignity, mind, and spirit you face in your people today without realizing how tragically unfulfilled is Wheelock's purpose to educate and Christianize the Indian. Your life witnesses the continuity of that purpose and it speaks to the College and all her men of their stake at all times in the ennobling purposes of conscience. With confidence that the action is applauded by the College's first president, albeit in absentia, Dartmouth confers on you her Doctorate of Divinity, honoris causa.
Pure Vermont maple syrup of Grade A quality (leave the fancy for the city folk) takes a lot of things: somethin' to tap, knowing when and how, the hard work of collecting, probably more than a mite of snowshoeing. a lot of boilin' - maybe forty gallons down to one - and more caring than most people would mention. That's the way it is in Vermont, and that's about how a Grade A historian gets produced in these parts. Out of a freshman named "Zeke" who flunked English I and got "A" in English II, and undergraduate musician, playwright, actor, and newspaper editor who. . . (we'll censor that today), a veteran of four campaigns in World War II and years of tapping into American life, you have produced the author of ten or so titles in some twenty editions. Your Yankee Kingdom is a classic of North Country anecdotal history and your Robert Fultonand the Steamboat hopefully has outdistanced even TomSwift and His M.otor Boat in Arabic as well as Bengali. And now in the twenty-fifth year of your graduation from Dartmouth, you are about to publish the first full-bodied popular history of The College on the Hill. Your College is proud of writing that merits her Doctorate of Letters, honoris causa, but she will always be especially grateful that a son could write a letter from the battlefield saying his College had forti-fied him from "doubt, fearand even disillusionment."
It has been suggested in public print that your marriage had a measure of necessity about it; at least it was the only way for you and a certain lady to share the Picasso painting for which you both were bidding. Later that same shared love of the arts gave to Dartmouth the Jaffe-Friede Gallery of the Hopkins Center and brought to the College art collections, notable paintings, sculptures, drawings, and furniture. Out of a heritage of old-world scholars and merchants, and parents who fled religious persecution, you were bred in a tradition that honors quality in all things. Honors in philosophy, oratory, and soccer at Union College and distinction in the law at Columbia prepared the way for a professional practice that sets its possessor apart as a connoisseur of causes and clients. But beyond all others your favorite clients are those Muses of the arts whose cause in all times has been that of all men. In you the fine arts have that most wonderful of all champions: one who knows wherefore he loves. Dartmouth delights to inscribe on her family rolls the name of a father to whom we are all indebted for the wondrous cures he works here as a practicing Doctor of Humane Letters.
You are characterized by a local admirer and former collaborator as "one of the universalists of our time." In support of this judgment your fellow scientist offered this atomized analysis of yourself: "scientist, editor, political thinker, unofficial scien- tific ambassador, teacher, poet . . . husband of a former Russian ballet dancer, father of twins, amateur architect, and summer Vermonter." Your admirer, himself having a somewhat Delphic view of Vermont as the navel of the universe, naturally saw no need to mention your birth in St. Petersburg or the Germanic origins of your learning as a physical chemist witnessed by a Ph.D. from the University of Berlin. Your authoritative scholarship and writings on that perplexity of life called photosynthesis place you among the world's distinguished biologists. And yet if your concern for man had not matched your devotion to science, an international dialogue of private conscience might not have prospered in a time of cold war and at home many scientists would have learned less than the rest of us from a democratic process diminished by their absence. This Dartmouth Doctorate of Science honors a service to humankind that both betokens and advances man's universality.
