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{\small A sketch of John Kemeny for the Dartmouth Alumni Magazine}}
\author{Nardi Reeder Campion}
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The newspaper said John G. Kemeny, 13th president of Dartmouth
College, died of heart failure. Clearly this was a mistake. John
Kemeny's heart never failed anyone.

It was altogether fitting that at St. Thomas Episcopal Church we
prayed for "the eternal rest of President Kemeny's immortal soul."
Although he was a Jew, in John Kemeny there was no east nor west, no
north nor south. He was an ecumenical man in the truest sense of the
word: "of or from the whole world."

During that service Gil Tanis '38, who served President Kemeny as an
executive officer, rose to speak. The laudatory obits in the Times and
the Globe, Tanis said, "ignored an important fact about Kemeny: his
love of teaching. No matter how crowded his schedule, John Kemeny
found time to teach. Teaching was his joy."


In fact, John Kemeny agreed to become president of Dartmouth in 1970
on one condition: that he be allowed to continue teaching. When the
chairman of the Board of Trustees objected-the presidency was too
demanding-Kemeny asked what the Trustees would say if he wanted two
hours off each week to play golf. That did it.


Throughout his presidency he taught two classes a year, from far-out
computer science to freshman math. Having lamented that "math is the
only subject you can study for l4 years and not learn a single thing
that has been done since 1800," he and his math colleague, Laurie
Snell, strung logic, probability, and matrix algebra into a course so
fresh that it merited a new name: Finite Math. Professor Kemeny was
"remarkable in his ability to understand what a student didn't
understand and re-explain it," recalls former student Rob Salzman
'76.

I once experienced John's brilliant teaching. In 1978, my husband and I
attended a Dartmouth Alumni College session on "Where Have All The
Heroes Gone?" The director, Professor Jim Epperson, had invited
President Kemeny to speak on his hero, Albert Einstein. John began by
saying that Einstein, a shy, humble man who never performed an
experiment, had, by just sitting in a room and thinking, changed the
entire universe. Then Kemeny went to the blackboard and with
breathtaking clarity taught 300 older people the general theory of
relativity, using an example of two elevators. He finished with a
flourish, writing on the board E=MC2. We jumped to our feet and gave
him an ovation. Effortlessly, John Kemeny had carried us beyond our
depth into the elegant world of pure mathematics.

Perhaps because he was excruciatingly shy himself, John was ever
mindful of the needs of others. Before Jim Freedman became president
of Dartmouth, Kemeny asked to see Sheba Freedman alone. He talked with
her about the difficulties she would face as Dartmouth's first first
lady to be on the faculty. "John realized," Sheba says, "that if I was
ambitious enough to get my Ph.D. in psychology, teaching was important
to me. How smart he was-and how understanding."

That was evident from the start. Lu Martin, special assistant to
President Kemeny, recalls how he handled the first crisis of his
administration. Two months after he took office, the bombings in
Cambodia and the killings at Kent State ignited rage and fear on
campuses across the nation. Kemeny rose to the challenge. By canceling
classes and leading the college in a week of soul-searching and
mourning, he averted a student strike.

The Manchester Union Leader denounced him in a front-page editorial
headlined: "Dartmouth Has Bought Another Lemon." Lemon T-shirts
instantly blossomed on campus; students delivered bushels of lemons to
the Union Leader; and faculty presented John with a live lemon tree.
At the end of the week, John was to address a rally in the field
house. His wife, Jean, advised him, "If you're handed a lemon, make
lemonade," and she gave him a lot of lemons. President Kemeny
concluded his talk by tossing lemons to an enthusiastic crowd.
Afterward, lemons autographed by the president became collectors'
items.

Like everyone, John Kemeny had a few shortcomings. He did not suffer
fools gladly. He did not moderate his strong opinions or his explosive
temper. He did not hide his light under a bushel. He was good and he
knew it. To a colleague who suggested that another administrator may
have done some things better than John did, Kemeny snapped, "Name
one."

But Kemeny could listen. "I had the sense that when I was with him he
was paying attention and cared very much about what the students had
to say," says ltob Salzman of his days as a student intern in the
president's office. "Students were surprised by that. When they had
that kind of personal contact they really had the sense he was viewing
what you said as very important."


Kemeny was not programmed for a college president's hours. He never
arrived on campus before late morning. A night person, he functioned
best between midday and midnight. If concentrating on a problem, he
never stopped just because the hours grew small. Once Provost Leonard
Rieser '44 ran into him at 9 a.m. "John!" he exclaimed. "What are you
doing on campus at this hour?" "Going home," John replied.

Nor was John a Big Green outdoorsman. "My idea of roughing it," he
said, "is a hotel room with only a shower." A fellow mathematician
told meJohn once played second base on the math department softball
team: "He was as inept at base running as he was ept at everything
else."

Still, he loved Dartmouth sports. He and his math colleagues always
sat together at football games, Kemeny in the middle. They made all
manner of bets based on probabilities of obscure game occurrences,
such as the odds on three flags being thrown twice in a quarter.

Kemeny knew so much about so many things. He began life in Hungary, a
prodigy whose boyhood was uprooted by the Nazis. In 1940 his father
saw what was coming for European Jews and took the family to America;
Kemeny's grandfather refused to leave and perished in the Holocaust,
as did an aunt and uncle. Although John had never heard a word of
English before he was 13, he graduated from Princeton in three years
with enough credits to major in philosophy as well as math. When he
took a year off to work on the Manhattan Project in Los Alamos, his
boss was the Nobel Prize-winnerer Richard Feynman. At age 22, a year
before he earned his Ph.D., Kemeny became Albert Einstein's
mathematical assistant. I once asked him why Dr. Einstein, of all
people, needed a mathematician. With that gentle, mustached smile,
John said, "Einstein wasn't very good at math."

According to his colleagues, Kemeny's keen analytical ability to
assess needs and uncover potentialities was a prime element in his
value to the College. He built the Dartmouth math department into a
national model. He wrote or co-authored 13 books on math and
philosophy. He and fellow Dartmouth mathematician Tom Kurtz
revolutionized computing with the world's first time-sharing system.
Then they co-authored BASIC, the internationally used computer
language that opened computing to a much wider public. And Kemeny
presided over the most profound changes at Dartmouth in modern times:
co-education, year-round scheduling, the renewal of Native American
education, and active recruitment of minority students.

No problem seemed unsolvable. President Carter in 1979 selected John
Kemelly to head the Three Mile Island investigation. Kemeny was
horrified by the conditions he found there. But as his friend Laurie
Snell puts it, "John was a born optimist. He was always sure things
could be improved."

Even the most brilliant thinkers can be absent-minded at times.
Leonard Rieser says John's extraordinary intensity of concentration
was the cause of his apparent absentmindedness. "One time John and I
were driving to Yale, where he was to speak at a luncheon. His topic
was the new doctor of arts program in math, and he was giving that his
full attention. Finally I said, 'John, I think we just passed
Greenwich.'

"He wheeled around, and we raced north toward New Haven. John was
proud of his red car with a souped-up engine, but it did require gas.
He was still expounding on his topic when the tank went dry. After we
got gas, the car overheated. Of course we missed the luncheon. As we
walked into the room, Kingman Brewster was saying, 'Our next speaker
will be John Kemeny."' Kemeny strolled to the podium and picked up
without missing a beat.

Sometimes John's playfulness caught people off guard. One of his vice
presidents, Rod Morgan, returned from a Caribbean vacation to find
this letter on his desk:

\begin{verbatim}
       DEAR ROD:
       It was very nice of you to send that lovely post card to tell us 
       about the sunshine and your hammocle. The campus is covered
       by sleet, it is unattractive, it is horrible. The weather bureau 
       is predicting the worst blizzard we have had in years for 
       tomorrow. You're fired!

       Yours truly,

       JOHN

       PS. On second thought, I forgive you. We're just jealous! Welcome home.
\end{verbatim}


John Kemeny's mind retained most everything but not names. That was
Jean's department; his dependency on his wife was total. They met when
she was a freshman at Smith and he, with his new Ph.D., an assistant
professor of philosophy at Princeton. He was 23, she l 9. Jean did not
return for her sophomore year. They were married in November 1950.
Their 42-year marriage was a model of devotion. "His loyalty is
something I can absolutely depend on," Jean wrote in her book, It's
\textit{Different at Dartmouth}. And in a way, the marriage was a model
for Kemeny's relationship to Dartmouth. "My commitment to this College
is the same as my commitment to my wife: 'til death do us part," he
remarked on the tenth anniversary of his presidency. That his daughter
Jennifer '76 and son Robert '77 chose to attend Dartmouth says
something about the bonds that tied the Kemenys to one another and to
the College.

After John's sudden death, Jean wanted to talk about him. "People
didn't know he was a real softy. Every Christmas we watched Tile
Miracle On 34th Street, and every Christmas he cried. Because we loved
a movie called The Bear, our daughter gave us a bear that John kept on
the bedside table. Each night he said, 'Good night, Bear.' Bear would
appear regularly on my pillow wearing glasses, or a hat, or smoking a
pipe.

"John was a funny and very touching person who communicated better
with animals than with people. Our fluffy black cat, Who, followed him
like a dog. For 15 years, John has been feeding our raccoons. [The
Kemenys' house is on a remote hill in Etna.] Now 35 raccoons come
every day to the feeding station on our deck, 16 feet above the
ground, to eat and nurse their babies. John would greet each, one by
one.

"He liked science fiction, football games, shrimp, all kinds of
puzzles, Agatha Christie, and solitude (for two). He did not enjoy
socializing. Before he retired, John recognized only two flowers, the
tulip and the rose, and two pieces of music, the 1812 Overture and
Poor Little Buttercup. These last years he had time to enjoy Mozart,
wildflowers, pileated woodpeckers, eclipses. Sometimes he liked just
to sit still and think. John wasn't a cook, but when I yearned for a
Grand Marnier souffle, he collated all our cookbooks and created a
perfect souffle with creme anglaise sauce, just to please me.

"The night before he died we listened to Frederika Von Staade and
Kathleen Battle's Christmas concert. He died the day after Christmas.
It all happened so fast. The nausea, the awful pain-and then he just
fell. I called 911 and a policeman came.

"When we got him to the hospital, he had no blood pressure. He was
only 66. Jim Strickler, former dean of the Dartmouth Medical School,
told me that John's coronary artery was calcified, but in spite of all
the smoking, his lungs were clear. John and I were two cultures, two
countries-a Yankee from Maine and a Jew from Budapest-but," Jean's
voice broke slightly, "it worked."

John G. Kemeny possessed the inner calm that comes from having decided
what is important and what is not. When he presided at his last
commencement, he presented a diploma to a Dartmouth Review editor and
that young man handed him a piece of paper. On it he had written:
"F*** you." President Kemeny did not turn a hair.

He signaled the dean to raise the senior class. Then, in his soft
Hungarian voice, John Kemelly gave his charge to the graduates: "The
most dangerous voice you will ever hear is the evil voice of prejudice
that divides black from white, man from woman, Jew from gentile.
Listen to the voice that says man can live in harmony. Use your very
considerable talents to make the world better."

President John Kemeny, the ecumenical man, ended his last commencement
exercises with the words he used to conclude every conmmencement,
words that came from his heart: "Women and men of Dartmouth, all
mankind is your brother-and you are your brother's keeper."


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