Tales of Dropouts And Bootouts Who Made Good Anyway.

OME STAYED THREE MONTHS, OTHERS

three years. Some loved the place, some hated it. Some left on their own volition, others were nudged (without benefit of attorney) by a deanly boot. And Dartmouth considers them all to be full-fledged, if prodigal, sons.

It can be argued that the College goes to extremes in claiming her own. Judson D. Hale '55, the editor of Yankee (and a bootout who managed to get himself reinstated) offers a perfect example. During an Alumni Fund telethon he asked a man for a contribution.

"Why do you people call me every year? " the man complained. "I never even went to Dartmouth."

"Never?" Jud asked him. "Well, maybe you have a relative who attended. That would be good enough."

"No. Nobody."

"Have you ever lived in Hanover? Or visited there?"

"Never." The man thought for a minute and said, "Though I think I might have flown over it once on my way to Canada."

"That's it! Now, how much would you like to give?" Jud swears the man sent a check.

Which leads us to a Dartmouth maxim known to those who graduated, and then some: like it or not, her spell on them remains.