Fifty springs ago our class made history when letters of acceptance were mailed to women for the first time. I asked a few Dartmouth sisters what they remember about that day. Pat McClendon writes, “When my acceptance letter came, my mother, who did not drive, got the lady across the lane to drive her to high school to find me. She found me in the lunch line. The look of sheer joy and pride on her face touches me even now.” Judy Burrows Csatari applied from Northfield-Mount Herman boarding school, which had become coeducational her senior year. “We students played a role in the merger and were making it through with grace and grit. I wanted to be part of that process at Dartmouth!” Anne White Katlic, one of many alumni daughters in our class, writes, “My father never expected any of his seven children—all girls—to attend his alma mater. Sharing lots of happy Hanover memories with him was a special treat.” Lois Gadway Tow was on her first trip abroad with her high school French class. “My parents sent me the only telegram I have ever received. I have it memorized still: ‘Dartmouth yes, nice offer. Yale no, nice letter.’ I was really excited to be admitted to the first class with women!” Kay Reimann of California writes, “My parents’ plan for their seven kids was to first go to the local community college and then transfer to the nearby state college. When I received my acceptance—plus an excellent financial aid package—I was floored. I was even more floored when my parents said that the family could make it work! While it has taken me years to make my peace with the culture shock of a formerly all-male Ivy League school in the middle of the 1970s, Dartmouth provided me with the best education I could have received, both academic and personal. As a result of my acceptance, an older sibling transferred to Williams College, a younger one followed me to Dartmouth, and another sibling went to Mills College.” Robin Lambert Graham was accepted at her parents’ alma maters, Princeton and Smith.She writes, “At the Princeton acceptance party, the alums put me off with their talk of New York City and tennis. The acceptees seemed too urbane and not like me. My parents flew me to Hanover from Chicago. I remember watching the students playing out on the Green and thinking I was plenty studious, but I needed to learn how to play and be adventurous. Dartmouth looked like it would supply those needs (and it did). I dropped my acceptance letter in a mailbox on the Dartmouth Green.” Brewer Doran, whose dad and two uncles were Dartmouth graduates, told her parents it was the only place she wanted to go. Now in her 22nd year as a business school dean, she writes, “For me, Dartmouth just fit. I thrived and I’ve never looked back. It’s probably the reason I continue to counsel families about the importance of fit.” Thanks to all. Apologies to my Dartmouth brothers for this column being self-indulgently sister-slanted. I promise better balance next issue, which will be my last as your secretary. Hope to catch a glimpse of each of you at our 45th, June 16-19!

—Sara Hoagland Hunter, c/o DAM, 7 Lebanon St., Suite 107, Hanover, NH 03755; sarahunter76@gmail.com