Ethan said the scene looked like a Hallmark Christmas card. “Yeah, except for all the villagers robbing the local beer train,” Russell added.
What would drive a small army of fraternity brothers to embark on a frigid midwinter expedition—in the middle of the night—to a derailed train north of campus?
“Random numbers and the fates they foretold made December 1, 1969, a night to remember for everyone on campus.”
The class of 1970 became the first since World War II to graduate with a diploma—and a draft number. In this excerpt from his memoir of those tumultuous times, a former Dartmouth hockey captain looks back on the televised draft lottery that riveted the campus—and the hockey game that became an afterthought. (more…)
Americans tend to remember sacred dates: the day Kennedy got shot or the Twin Towers fell. For many Boomers, there’s another date with an upcoming anniversary: December 1, 1969, the night our government reinstated the draft lottery for the first time since WWII. Every able bodied male between 18 and 26 found out — by dint of a lottery ball drawn from a fish bowl at Selective Service Headquarters — if he was chosen to win the hearts and minds of the Vietnamese people. On campuses across the country, 195 was the defining number: under 195 meant trading textbooks for combat boots; over 195, in the words of John Belushi, meant TOGA! (more…)