New London High School - Whaler Yearbook (New London, CT)

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BULKELEY NEWS sight met my gaze. The track had been undermined, and the engine had jumped the rails, dragging the tender, baggage and mail cars after it. The fireman was caught between the engine and tender. He was yelling, singingand waving his arms; which hilarity we discovered was due to the effects of our “stimulants.” I asked the conductor why he did not cut the fellows boot; he replied, “that it was no use as the foot was burned to a crisp.” So we made a dam around him to keep the rising water of the river from drowning him. We stood about for a while, but most of the passengers seeing that we could do nothing but give him “stimulants returned to the car. At last, growingdes-perate, the conductor procured an axe, and after sharpening it until the edge was as keen as a razor; he explained to the assembled passengers how he would cut the fellows limb with one stroke and stop the artery with a tourniquet; although he said a butcher’s cleaver would answer the purpose more satisfactorily than the axe. There was a vague suspicion in my mind that some of the stimulants which were intended for the fireman had been appropriated for the conductor’s own personal use. The army officer came up and I told him of my suspicions. He agreed with me and button-holed the conductor on the spot. Just then the wrecking train arrived, The engineer took the situation in at a glance; walking down the bank he cried, “hello Bill what you doin’ there ? As Bill did not reply very coherently the engineer walked over to where he lay, and after surveying him for a short time drew an enormous knife from his pocket and deliberatly began to cut Bill’s shoe! He then grabbed the unfortunate fireman by the shoulders and gave him a twist and a yank. Bill answered with a howl, but out he came uninjured. It seemed that he was only caught by the heel of his shoe, when the engineer cut tbe leather that confined his ankle it set him free. G. F. ’07. 4

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BULKELEY SCHOOL NEW LONDON, CONN, Vol. Ill FEBRUARY 1906 No. 16 % Fireman's Ikentiw EVERAL years ago, I was traveling from Portland, Oregon to San Francisco. It had been raining for (the past two days, and the streams were swollen-7 Nevertheless there was a merry party in the Pullman smoker that evening and we were rather late in retiring, consequently none were awake at four o’clock the following morning. Suddenly I was aroused by a terrific jar and found myself lying full length in the aisle with others in about the same position. We all got quickly to our feet and began to inquire what was the cause of the disturbance. For an answer the brakeman rushed into the car and said, “Is any one here a doctor?” One man replied, “I am not a doctor, but I own a drug store.” This remark caused a general laugh. An army officer asked the brake-man what had happened. The latter replied that “the engine had jumped the track and the fireman was pinned down in the wreck.” I inquired what he wanted a doctor for. When he answered, “to amputate the fireman’s limb which is burned to a crisp,” we of course began to smell the flesh sizzling. Just then the conductor came in and we turned to him for the latest report. He confirmed the brakeman’s story about the burned foot. A drummer spoke up and said, “I guess there isn’t a doctor on this car, but can’t we help the operation along by a little stimulant ? ” Simultaneously every man dug into his valise and produced a bottle. The brakeman departed with every pocket and even his arms full of them. Hastily putting on some clothes I ran to the front of the train. There a strange

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bulkeley news Inlf-mile IRun §T was late one afternoon in May when Tom Osborne threw himself at the foot of one of the great elms, which surround the campus at Trents Hill. No great amount of penetration was needed to see that Tom was in trouble, if the way in which he wrinkled his forehead and tore at the turf with the toe of his running shoe was any index to his feelings. For years it had been the custom at Trents Hill to hold a class meet each spring in order to get a line on the material for the varsity team. Tom was the crack half-miler of the school, having won that event for the two previous years. But in this afternoon’s practice he had surpassed his former record, and now he knew that he was surer of first place than ever before. Strange to say this was just the cause of his trouble. Jack Hetherington, his chum, was a member of ’04, while he himself belonged to ’03. He realized that Jack could easily win the race if he were not entered, but possibly this might mean the loss of the meet to ’03. After a half hours thought, during which he accomplished the destruction of most of the turf in the vicinity Tom jumped to his feet and jogged off to the gymnasium to remove his running apparel. He determined to put the thought out of his head and leave the question to Dame Fortune for settlement. Accordingly, after supper he dodged his chum and retired early to his room. All night he tossed about in his bed; his troubles took the form of an imp, who squatted upon his chest and grinned, and tantalizingly evaded every effort at dislodgment. In the morning Osborne awoke from his restless slumbers with a start and hastily donning his clothes journeyed to the gym. 5