Since this column is appearing in the magazine's issue on athletics, I contacted most of the captains and others associated with the athletic scene back in 1964 for their remembrances. Although most of my letters remain unanswered, I did receive two replies that I would like to share with you. The first came from John Carpenter who was captain of both the soccer and hockey teams. Writing first about soccer, John says, "soccer was a relatively obscure sport at Dartmouth--in the '64 Aegis, it follows Cheerleaders, Judo Club and Cross Country! But those who played it formed a very strong bond for the team, primarily because of Coach Whitey Burnham. One could only like and admire him, and his teams of the early '60s, though often short on talent, would give everything they had for him. In our senior year, despite a young and rebuilt defense which leaked early and often, the team held together with Lee Chilcote, Ivars Bebris, Rusty Turmail, Pete Thomsen and Jim Zurn making major contributions as we won our last three games. But most of us probably remember our experiences with Whitey more than we remember the game outcomes." Turning to hockey, John fondly remembers the sold-out Davis Rink and the tremendous home ice advantage that the old place gave to the team. "Only John Fisk and I were seniors on the 1963-64 championship team, with Jay Whooley on the five year plan. Of all the teams I have played on, none has equaled this team for determination, togetherness and team chemistry. The team's success was highlighted by the improbable trouncing of Harvard 7-1 on Carnival morning-a feat that the Boston newspapers refused to believe.. (Editor's note: I remember that morning well as I was the "designated fish launcher" and sat behind the Harvard goal. Every time we scored, it was my job to throw the fish at the Harvard goalie. However, the best part was that we were able to do it with only one fish! Every time we scored, the B & G guys would come out and remove the fish. However, within a minute or two it arrived back at my seat having been passed from one student to another all the way from the penalty box to my position behind the goal.) The other letter I want to share with you came from Frank Loveland who recalls the day that President Kennedy was assassinated. Frank wrote, "November 22, 1963, the 1963 Dartmouth Football team , was at Bear Mountain near West Point and Coach Blackman and the team were going over the films. I was the manager of the team at the time, and we were headed to Princeton to play the Tigers in our season finale. Outside the room where the team was meeting someone told me that the President had been shot, and I had the unenviable job of telling Coach Blackman the news. I can remember the look on his face to this day, how shocked, sad and upset he was, and he in turn, had to break the news to the team. In that brief moment, I met the inner man, compassionate, Bob Blackman who cared. Although we went on to New Brunswick, New Jersey and spent the night, the game was postponed for and we returned to Hanover. The next week, in practice, as Coach Blackman barked at the troops though his megaphone, I understood that he cared not only about winning, but about the kids/students/athletes getting it right so that they would be successful and go on in life to be winners as many of those on that team did. It was special being part of Dartmouth Football during the years of "Bullet Bob" even if only from the sidelines."