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

Text from Pages 1 - 32 of the 1913 volume:

TO LINCOLN JUST AS A STRUGGLING PINE WILL HOLD ITS OWN WHEN EVERY BOISTEROUS GUST OF WINTERS STORM WILL TRY TO HURL IT DOWN. ITS BRANCHES TORN BY BITTER WAR. ITS TRUNK WITH FURY BLOWN; JUST AS A PINE. WHEN WINDY NIGHT HAS FLOWN. EXTENDS ITS NEEDLES IN THE CRIMSON MORN. AND STRETCHES OUT TRIUMPHANT IN THE DAWN ONLY I O FEEL A WOODMAN HEW IT DOWN ; JUST SUCH WAS HE. THIS MAN OF SPACIOUS MIND. BESET BY CONFLICTS WILD AND NATION'S NEED AND HAUNTED BY BELLONA'S WICKED WIND UNTIL THE CRIMSON MORNING CAME INDEED. THEN SPREAD HE OUT HIS ARMS TO TAKE YE IN. YE WEARY SLAVES. A MARTYRED LINCOLN HE. D '13. Bulkeley News VOL. IX. FEBRUARY, 1913. No. 2. A Haze on the Sea. A Salt Sea Yarn at Told by Captain Jack. I HAVE noticed an article under the head ing “Jibboom Observations” appearing in a local paper recently, deploring the fact that it is extremely difficult to procure American crews for sailing vessels. I was reminded of an incident in the old days of whaling when I was a youngster. In those days sailing was a profession and no man was considered a sailor who had not crossed the line and been shaved by Father Neptune. Those sailors who had enjoyed this exhilarating scene looked with contempt on the clam diggers such as we see sailing in small boats from New London harbor. I’ve often spun this yarn about my first voyage across the Equator, but perhaps it will bear repitition. The warm dark night of the tropical latitudes (we were between Cayenne and Pernambuco) had fallen upon a calm softly undulating sea. I knew we were nearing the equator for although as a rule the officers did not inform the men before the mast of the ships position, the steward had over-heard the captain and the mate conversing in the cabin and from him, through the cook the information got to the foe’s le, I, a boy of twelve, was on my first voyage to these parts. For several days there had seemed to float to my ears vague, foggy mention of Neptune. Neptune, the father of the sea. No one seemed to talk at length about him. It was just in the air, as we say. On this night for some reason or other I was continually kept busy. For want of anything else I was ordered to put a whipping on a bit of rope’s end about four inches from the end and then to unravel the end. A senseless thing, it seemed; but it was for me to obey, not to inquire into the necessity of performing the task assigned. Suddenly there was a great hubub in the bow, and, looking up, I saw a mass of flame like a vessel afire floating some two hundred yards to leward. My task of fagging the rope done I ran forward. All was excitement. Cries of “Hail Neptune ! We’re crossin’ the line | see his chariot!” almost awaked the sleeping sea. I was ignorant of the meaning of it all and yet it seemed that the cries were in a way addressed to me. Soon, two characters, Neptune and his clerk, dressed in hideous costumes, came up over the night-heads, slowly toward the excited group in the waist. I began to get interested. I sat down on the edge of a deck tub, for no particular reason, but merely because the deck tub (filled with water) was the the only thing available to set on. All, except myself, hailed Father Neptune. Then the august father with a deep voice called for greenhorns, that is the ones who were crossing the equator for the first time. Old Jim Defly boats’n took Neptune in tow and advanced toward me. As Defly had 2 BULKELEY NEWS known me since the day of my birth and hence knew that this was my first voyage of any sort, I was forced to admit that I was a greenhorn. “ Then, said Neptune in a sombre voice, “ then, by the laws of the sea you must be shaved by Neptune, Father of the Mighty Ocean. Clerk fetch the lather and brush and razor.” While these articles were being procured I was put in double rope yams. I then caught sight of the tonsorial apparatus. The lather which the clerk was mixing in a soup’n bully tin, looked bad and smelled worse. It was made up of tar, slush, and filth from the pig-pen (we earned live stock). The lather brush was the very piece of rope which I myself, had unraveled ten minutes before. As for the razor, it was a piece of rusty hoop iron bent on to a belaying pin. The lather was slapped on to my face liberally. The nasty, sickening mess got in my nostrils, ears, and mouth, but I was helpless. Then the crew looked on and roared while Neptune who was anything but a barber, scraped my beardless face with the “ razor. This painful operation over, I was given a speaking trumpet, such as is used in talking from ship to ship, and was ordered to hail to Neptune three times. I put the trumpet to my mouth and said in a weak voice, “ Hail Neptune ” “ Louder shouted the clerk. “ Hail Neptune I ” “ Again f ” Hail Nep—” I got no further. A bucket of salt water was shot up the trumpet into my face and at the same time I was gently capsized into the decktub of water upon which I had sat. I was completely swamped, surprised, frightened. As for Neptune, he disappeared in the darkness. I noticed next day that Len Smith’s voice resembled Neptune’s. The appearance of the sea-god’s flaming chariot had coincided with the disappearance of a barrel of whale oil. This cost the crew a day’s pay each. Such was the shaving of a greenhorn, a time honered custom of yore. But since the decline of American seamanship, life at sea has taken on a new aspect and the former duties of the man before the mast are performed by steam engines and foreigners who have no interest in customs or, in fact, in anything but to procure the daily stipend. Q. E. D, ’ 13. (Sj An Automobile Trip to Niagara Falls. THE fifteenth of June, 1912, with a party of friends, I left New London. It was as cool and beautiful a day as one could wish. On leaving New London I went by way of the state road across the Connecticut River. We passed through Middletown, Vethersfield, where the state prision is located, through Hartford, the capital of the state, and Springfield, in Massachusetts, where the most widely known rifles are made, to Westfield. Here we stopped to see what is said to be the largest oak tree in New England. This tree is twenty-seven feet in diameter, with no branches within fifty feet of the ground. We then passed on through Lenox to Pittsfield, where we stopped at the Maplewood Hotel over night. The next morning, after a fine view of Mount Greylock, the highest in Massachusetts, we left for Albany. We passed through Lebanon Springs. At Lebanon Springs we visited the old hotel, famous for its hot springs, and where Lafayette, on his last visit to the United BULKELEY NEWS 3 States in 1824, was a guest. This spring is still sending out hot water while the hotel has become a ruin, and the scenery remains as beautiful as any in the state of New York. On reaching Albany we visited the state capital, and found it to be very interesting. It was after the fire, and we saw what a large amount of damage had been done. After leaving this city we went by way of Schenectady to Fort Stanwix, and then to Syracuse, arriving in the evening. In this city all the trains pass through the main street, and in front of the large city hall. The trains passed the door of the hotel where we remained over night. In fourteen years only two men have been killed at any place by the trains. Next morning we traveled until eleven o’clock, as far as Auburn where we visited my aunt, and remained until the following morning. That day we crossed Cayuga Lake on the way to Rochester. In Rochester the Erie Canal is carried over the river in a large trough because the river was in line of the Canal. In the afternoon we traveled many miles. The road was as straight as an arrow and we could see it at least ten miles ahead. About five o’clock we arrived at Buffalo and passing through went to Niagara Falls. That evening we went into Prospect Park and saw the whole of the falls from the very brink. In the moonlight it enchants one and gives one a sensation of falling. We stopped at Cataract House and early next morning went back of the hotel and looked over the surging waters of tbe American Rapids. After breakfast we went for a walk through Prospect Park, which is now owned by the state of New York. From there I went over the bridge to Goat Island, and saw a building in which one dresses if he goes into the Cave of the Winds. I decided to go under the falls, and entered the building. I obtained a flannel suit, oilskins and carpet shoes; dressed in these I followed a guide and with several other people started down a flight of long spiral stairs. There are two hundred and eighty steps down to the ground. We followed a guide on a narrow path to the Rock of Ages, where there is a wooden bridge. Here you get wet and go more slowly, as it is slippery. The bridge curves under the fall. The Cave of the Winds is 100 feet long, 100 feet wide, and 1 60 feeet high. Here the wind blows at a rate of forty miles an hour, and you have to hold on to the railing to keep from blowing off. This is the only place where you can realize the force of the water. It is estimated that two hundred eighty thousand cubic feet of water pass over the falls every second. The spray forms white satin spar, which is made into barrels, necklaces, stars, and everything immaginable. The Cave is made larger every year by the action of the water. Every winter the ice breaks the bridges, and they have to be rebuilt. After passing through, you again strike the path, and ascend the spiral stairway. We went all over the island that morning and returned to the hotel and had dinner. Immediately after dinner we took a “ Gorge Route” trolley, which crosses over the Niagara River, and stops in the center so one can have a general view of the falls. The car passes along the Canadian shore and stops opposite where Table Rock used to be. This Rock projected 100 feet over the edge of the gorge. In 1833 it fell into the water, which is at least 170 feet below. The car goes on and then stops close to the Canadian Fall. You obtain a stop-over, and go into a little house, get a pair of rubbers, rain coat and hat, go down 100 feet, through a tunnel 800 feet, and find yourself under the Horseshoe Fall. At this place you see a great sheet of water roaring downward in front of you. You retrace your steps to the car and go on. In a few minutes the car turns and passes the bridge leading to the American side, and the next thing of importance you see is the 4 BULKELEY NEWS railroad bridge. The car goes down the gorge until finally you reach the Whirpool. In this place you may see the water passing round and round, and also sticks of wood floating there. It is said that a stick of wood may stay in the Whirpool for a year before the current carries it away. The car passes Brock’s Monument, and then you see Queenstown Heights, where a battle was fought on October 13, 1812. You pass down the slope and over the suspension bridge. After the car reaches the American side it turns to the left and then right in a long curve and goes up the stream close to the waters edge. About three miles above the bridge there is a large hole in the cliff, called the Devils Hole. In 1763 about 100 soldiers were murdered by the Indians and thrown into this hole The car passes on and soon reaches the Whirlpool. The current goes at a rate of 28 miles an hour here. After passing under the railroad bridges the car gradually rises until it is level with the surrounding country. The car runs through the city of Niagara Falls and lands one at the Soldier’s Monument. By this monument we got off the car. Then after a long walk we reached the “Home of the Shredded Wheat.’ Visitors may go with a guide all through the building and see the process by which Shredded Wheat is made. After seeing this factory we returned to the hotel. The next day we started home, sorry to leave a place which had given us so much real pleasure. C. B. ’16. A Home Run. |T was just at sunset one hot August afternoon that Richard’s father asked him to take a quart of milk over to Henry’s. Now Dick was only too glad to have such a chance and so he took the pail and started for his chum s house. He had gone only a short distance when his father called out, for he knew his son’s weakness, “ Richard, you come right back, for supper is almost ready.” Dick stopped whistling long enough to answer, “Alright” then journeyed on his way. He reached his friend’s house without spilling the milk and asked Henry’s mother to empty the pail, for he must go home immediately. Just then Henry came in, “Hello, Dick,” he said, “Come in the other room father is going to play the graph-ophone. This was something new in Henry’s house and it was the first thing he thought of when any one came to his home. “No,” said Dick, I haven’t time to-night. Father told me not to stay.” “ You just step in and hear one or two while I am washing the pail for you,” said Henry’s mother. Richard thought it would only take a few minutes to hear one or two pieces so he was easily persuaded to go into the parlor. After the first one had been played Dick rose to go but his friend begged him to stay and hear just one more. Richard readily agreed to this and sat down beside his friend knowing in his heart that he ought to go home, for supper was waiting for him The piece was played and it was even better than the first and before it was realized a third one was starting in. This was a march and as Dick sat there listening to it he imagined that he saw a great army marching right out the hom. He soon forgot all about home as the different pieces were played for he was marching with the soldiers; in the automobile with Uncle Josh ; with the singers on the stage. BULKELEY NEWS 5 All this passed away in a flash when he heard his father call his name. He jumped up looked at the clock fifteen minutes of nine ! He had been there an hour and a half and it seemed less than five minutes. Bidding the folks a hasty good night he started for home and even forgot his pail in his excitement. Father was standing like a statue at the gate, waiting for his disobedient son. Not a word was said either by Richard or his father. They started toward home together and after walking a short distance father stepped behind, to let beauty go before age. All of a sudden without any, “ Strike one or ball one” or other familiar terms you hear at a base-ball game Richard started the greatest home run of his life, for his father was hitting him with a long horse whip right around the bare legs. Usually when a boy starts to make a home run he likes to have a large audience to cheer him on but Dick’s father and the whip was enough of an audience to keep him shortening the distance from home plate at a break-neck speed. He tried his best to get away from the object that was pushing him on, this was impossible for his father was keeping at a convenient distance and applying the whip at very short intervals. Faster and still faster they thundered on. Would they ever reach the house? The distance had never seemed so long to Dick before and he knew that he had never gone over it any faster. At last home plate, the kitchen door, is only a few feet away. He did not stop to think whether he would have to slide to make it but with one jump up the three steps he was in the door way. He received one good blow to help him through it then he turned at right angles and made for the dining room door. Still the unceasing force from behind was pushing him on to victory, which he knew to be bed. In far less time than it takes to tell it he was at the stairway which lead to his room, and father was there too. Three more blows from the great inspiration given to make sure Richard reached the top of the stairs and the game was won by his home run. B.’14. A Piggish Affair. It was early in the summer vacation when Phone began work on the farm. He was a tall, lanky, sickly looking individual with a desire for open air work. He was city bred, but in time he mastered all the tricks of the farming trade. That is, all but the proper method of catching a pig. Above all this is the first thing he should have learned. For the ignorance of it nearly cost him two dollars. One afternoon Mrs. Brown came rushing up to the barn and confronted us with a wild, angry look, “ Where’s my pig? she demanded. “ I don’t know, where did you leave him last ?’’ “You got it in there, she pointed to the stable. “ Come in and get it then.” “ I don’t see it. Haven’t you got it ? Honest ? Well he is around here some where. I’ll give two dollars to get him back.” Phone, who had been taking it all in quietly, spoke up after Mrs. Brown left. “That double buck listens good, doesn’t it ?” “ It sure does; we’ll get it.” As Phone was taking a short cut through the barnyard that noon, his eyes suddenly fell on a queer looking object lying in a gap in the wall. He approached it for investi- 6 BULKELEY NEWS gation. Lo and behold! There was the Pig ? And asleep ! With silent tread he drew near. Then with a magnificent spring he hurled himself at the pigskin. There was a scuffle, sending a thick cloud of dust. From this cloud a pig shot with the speed of lightning and disappeared in the cornfield. Phone was so tangled up in himself that it took some time for him to get up-As soon as he had regained his feet he began to spit out great lumps of dirt -- all he had caught. When Phone returned from dinner the pig was in the same place as before. This time Phone secured a large bull rope. This he managed to fashion into a lasso. Armed with this, he once more drew near the larder. The rope became entangled in a rock. The pig needed no further hint to vamoose. With the quickness of thought he was on his feet and making for the com field at incredible speed. This was too much for Phone. Urged on by the fading vision of a two spot, he made record time for thirty-five yards. He reached at the gate through which his prey had disappeared but there was no sign of a pig. Thus he was forced to give up and the inspiring vision vanished. Nothing more was seen of the pig until about three o’clock. Then we saw it again in the same place as before. He must have fallen in love with that spot which was right near an old deserted pen. The idea struck me that if we could only get him in there we might hope to capture him. From the grain box in the bam we procured some meal. With this and some water I prepared a tempting supper which I poured into a trough in the pen. Hearing the familiar sound the pig crawled through a hole in the fence and plunged his nose deep in the feed. I at once proceeded to block up the hole, while Phone went for a bag. When he returned with a large two-bushel grain bag, the prize was all appetite. Cautiously my friend climbed over the fence, laid the bag aside, and cornered the pig which made a sudden dive for his legs. He stooped just low enough for the pig to catch him amidships. The force of the collision was so great that Phone was thrown backwards and fell sprawling into the trough, breathless. When he emerged from his bath he was covered with meal and water from head to foot. With a discomfited look he crawled out of the pen and muttered, “Never again.” It was a great show while it lasted but it was much too short. We had to catch that porker or we wouldn't get the money. Owing to Phone’s firm resolution, it was up to me. So I put my hat in the ring. Three times I cornered the greaser, but each time it managed to escape between my legs. Now, by being done four times in succession a thing is liable to become a habit. But bad habits are fatal. I was beginning to get sore both in mind and in body. I picked up the discarded bag and brandishing it above my head, cornered the pig a fourth time. Quickly draw, ing the bag between my legs, I held it wide open. Scarcely was this done when the enemy attempted his fifth escapade, in the habitual manner. This time through the bag. The fact that he didn’t succeed was announced by deafening squeals. A lively struggle ensued inside the bag, but the prisoner found no opening and finally quieted down, which meant surrender. With the bag on Phone’s shoulder (I gave him that privilege) we made for Mrs. Brown’s and the bucks. On entering the yard, we beheld that lady coming hastily down the path, waving two bills above her head. We made a hurried exchange. She caressed her “poor piggie,” and 1 sized up the two bucks a long time before I happened to think of Phone standing by. He too was eyeing the money and at the same time nursing a few bruises. So, pitying his case, I coughed over a “ One.” X. Y. Z. -14. BULKELEY NEWS 7 CLASS OF 1904. Thomas Soltz is now City Physician in New London. He is a graduate of Jefferson Medical School. Harold Small, a graduate of Yale Law School was admitted to the bar in Connecticut in January. James Floyd is studying at Middlebury. He is member of Delta Upsilon. Sheldon C. Starr is at work on the Panama Canal. Stephen E. McGinley, a graduate of Trinity and of the New York Theological Seminary, has taken a pastorate in Wyoming. CLASS OF 1907 John C. Glynn played fullback on the Rhode Island State College football team. Ismar Baruch is leading his class at Brown and teaching in a night school. He was on the Brown debating team. R. Scott Linsley is practicing dentistry with his father in New London. CLASS OF 1908. Clifford Chipman is studying forestry at Michigan. Eugene Clark is a student at Wesleyan. Charles Smiddy, James Kenure and Richard S. Wall are at Middlebury College. Smiddy is baseball manager, Wall was captain of the freshmen football team and also on the varsity squad. William Sistare has made Delta Upsilon fraternity at Middlebury. Morris Lubchansky, a graduate of Michigan Law School, was recently admitted to the Bar. Robert F. Bacon is in the employ of The Proctor Gamble Company in Cincinnati. CLASS OF 1909. Herman H. Appledorn graduates this year from Clark College, Worcester, Mass. William Melville is an honor man at Holy Cross College, in Worcester, Mass. Frederick Dart has made Psi Upilon fraternity at Trinity. Arthur L. Dean has a position with The Lorring Axtell Company, Springfield. Michael F. Shea has made Delta Upsilon and was captain of the sophomore football team at Middlebury. Herbert G. Huntley has discontinued his studies at Rhode Island College to enter business in New London. George Martin has a position at Chappell's coal offiice. CLASS OF 1910. Samuel V. Prince, a student of law at Boston University, has made Gamma Eta Gamma, a legal fraternity. Morgan B. Haven has received an appointment to the United States Military Academy at West Point. Since his graduation from Bulkeley he has been a student at Brown. (Continued on Page 16) 8 BULKELEY NEWS Uulkeleg Nnua BULKELEY SCHOOL, NEW LONDON. CT. Girard B. Troland, 13, Editor-in-Cbief Barrett Foley, ,14, Business Manager Robt. A. Keefe, , I 3, Circulation Manager Anybody in the school. Contributor. THE BULKELEY NEWS. Entered at the New London P. O. as second class matter. Published quarterly, 40 cents per year, 10 cents per copy. Address all business manuscript to the Business Manager; all other communications to the Editor-in-Chief of Bulkeley News, Bulkeley School, New London, Conn. VOL. IX. FEBRUARY. 1913 NO. 2 1 I ’HE members of the Junior Class have set a splendid example to the rest of the school by signing a pledge that they will Concerning endeavor to use no profane ‘Profanity language while they are at Bulkeley. Mr. Towne had previously brought the matter before the Senior Class. Although he did not request the Seniors to put their names to any specific pledge, he intimated that he would like to see something of this sort done. Some days later, in addressing the school, Mr. 1 owne chided the class for having done nothing. We hope our principal has not interpreted the stand taken by the Seniors as meaning that they are in favor of the use of profane language. For several days after Mr. Townes talk with the boys the question was the topic of much discussion about school. The Seniors were unanimously opposed to vulgar talk and vulgar thoughts but were equally unanimous in their belief that signing a pledge is not an effective method of obliterating vulgarity. We say, unofficially, that it is the belief of the Seniors that, that which is forbidden, tempts. Deny the school the privelege of entering the school tower outside of school hours and it’s a safe bet that the old bell will be rung the evening of our first victory. Grant the boys the privelege and they’d be too indifferent to pull the rope. It’s human nature. Let those, who despise profanity, unostentatiously abstain from it and in their own circles vulgarity becomes as uncommon as a school-boy with clean hands. Have everyone sign a pledge not to swear and he’ll swear because its forbidden. Thats human nature, too. However, we commend the Juniors for the spirit of their act although we differ with them as to the correct mode of procedure. Let the Juniors look well to their pledge. Profanity in its lightest sense is the use of expressions which by reason of their vulgar meaning are offensive to good taste and fail to enlighten the hearer. We refer to profane cursing and swearing. But there is a deeper, meaner, more wicked kind of profanity, the profanity of light talk; gossip, by which we so often put a blight upon the reputation of another; an insidious bomb with which we blast what is beautiful and good. A thousand times more sinful than the foulest oath ever spoken are the utterances of a malignant tongue which with sweet sounding words confides, as a secret, into a listening ear, the petty faults of an absent friend. To swear is to betray the deficiencies of one’s vocabulary; to pass one’s leisure in idle gossip is to betray a character woefully lacking in the essentials of decency, honor and upright manliness. We hope and believe that the pledge of the Juniors is a step against this other vice connoted in the word “profanity,” and if in all their conversation they keep their mouths free of all that which tends to lower BULKELEY NEWS 9 the esteem in which others are held, we will forgive them should the heat of argue-ment bring forth one wee small “ cuss.” IN the main assembly room at Bulkeley School there are two pillars which support the ceiling. One of these pillars is in the front of the room where the An Object Leuon pres men sj{ The other is in the rear where the Juniors have their seats. These pillars are painted yellow. The pillar up near the Freshmen is all dirty with ink and pencil marks written thereon by successive batches of Freshmen anxious to achieve cheap fame. The pillar down near the Juniors is practically as clean as it was the day it was painted. This little fact is a striking example of the effect of daily association with men of good moral character, in the embracing atmosphere of high-school and is, itself, a sufficient testimonial of the benefit of high-school education. The little lessons in conduct, whether learned from example or precept, are of as much importance as the lessons in Mathematics or Languages and the good derived from them will probably stay by «s long after our theorems and conjugations have become but shades of reminiscence. The drawing of Lincoln and the accompanying verses in which, we confess, we take no little pride, are, respectively the works of Erel Guidone and William Douglas of the class of 1913. O Sophomores. This is the Sophomore Issue of the “News.” We cannot pass without some comment on sophomores. The word “sophomore is derived from two Greek words meaning “wise fool. After careful inspection of our present sophomores we must say that while the foolishness is clearly in evidence we fail to see any signs of wis- dom. The term “sophomore, then, as applied to the class of 1915 is a misnomer. Sophomores are more bother than girls or homework, and create more disturbance than the Seniors do. For a whole year they had been nothing but insignificant freshmen and now their promotion has quite turned their heads. Still some of them condescend to speak to you, especially if that passage in Caesar sticks them. When a boy becomes a Sophomore he struts about like a young game cock exhibiting its first tail feathers. He puts on long pants and a swaggering imitation of the way college men walk and takes his best girl to the Senior prom in a taxi. In fact, he appropriates to himself all the attributes of a regular “guy” and yet he lacks that indescribable something which would remove from him the earmarks of a Sophomore. Sophomores are like the grades in Senior English the morning reference work is assigned ; you can feel ’em coming from afar and they amount to nothing (0.0) when they get to you. Good Sophomores are as scarce as wisdom in a Sophomore class. The 1915 class used what little wisdom they did have, in choosing for class president one of their rare good fellows. Fengar, good luck to you, but we’d rather pay up our back athletic dues or do a weeks washing than have your job. The writer of this article has written on Burke, card parties, school meetings, and strikes, but never has he essayed a subject so lacking in inspiration as this one about Sophomores. That’s why there isn’t more of it. Q. E. D. 13 C 3 IN this issue there appears a cut of the football team. This cut was made from a photograph taken recently at Kenyon s studio. Any of the students, who desire photographs of their idols, may obtain the same from the State Street photographer. 10 BULKELEY NEWS (§ur Ml DECEMBER, 1912, 1 Levine ......................9.62 2 Gray........................9.53 3 L. Harshowitz...............9.43 4 Bunner................. ... .9.40 5 Corcoran....................9.38 6 Copeland....................9.34 7 Moran.......................9.30 8 Neil an.....................9.28 Dunford.......................9.28 10 McCarthy......................9.25 Graves........................9.25 12 Goldberg.....................9.22 13 Toolin.......................9.20 Wessell.......................9.20 C. Fengar.....................9.20 16 Dewey.........................9.15 1 7 Cogan.........................913 18 Troland.....................9.12 19 Perwein.....................9.08 20 Cassidy......................903 F. Fengar.....................9.03 Goddard.......................9.03 23 Sheedy........................9.00 of ijmuir. JANUARY, 1913 1 L. Harshowitz 9.83 2 Gray 9.78 3 W. Corcoran 9.60 Sheedy 9.60 5 Dunford 9.53 6 Levine 9.48 Copeland 9.48 8 Bruce 9.38 9 Bunner 9.34 Perkins 9.34 W. B. Murray 12 C. Fengar 9.23 13 Moran 9.22 14 G. Liljenstein 9.20 15 Troland 9.18 Keeney 9.18 1 7 R. Sullivan 9.15 18 McCarthy 9.10 Miner Rose Rathbun 22 Neilan 9.08 23 Graves C J Constable (to man who has been knocked down by automobile) You say you couldn’t see the number. -Could you swear to the man. Countryman,-1 did but I don’t think he heard me. Adam, “What are you crying about ? Eve, Boo hoo a caterpillar just ate my new dress. Near sighted clerk, 1 m sorry madam, but we do not allow dogs at this hotel. Good Heavens! That’s not a dog. It,s my husband. I saw you kiss sister last night. Did you Bobby ? Here’s a quarter. And then I saw you kiss the maid in the hall. Great Scott! Here’s five dollars. It s not the breakers that cause a fellow to go broke at the seashore. They tell me Skinflint is a grafter. He must be. How so? His son is a prune and his daughter is a peach. J K •X OUR VICTORIOUS FOOTBALL TEAM. McCarthy. Schwartz. Mulcahy. Asst. Coach Collins. Mgr. McGinley. Coach McCoy. Asst. Mgr. Foley. Caracausa. Lawrence Crowley, Gadbois, W. Leary, Capt. Reeves, E. Leary, Levine, Weske, Costello Dondero Donnelly Keele Baxter BULKELEY NEWS L. J. McGinley. SOME three or four years ago there graduated from Bulkeley a fellow, who participated in athletics during his school course. Upon his leaving the institu-Introduction , . , 4,vr „ tion he said, Well, as our bunch is leaving the school now, it looks as if Bulkeley will say goodbye to anything in the athletic line. Why, Bulkeley won’t be on the athletic map after our class graduates.” To say the least, this fellow was quite conceited. But permit me to say that when this individual attended Bulkeley, the Orange and Black never knew what a win over Norwich Free Academy in a football game seemed like. I would like to take issue with this fellow and let him know that Bulkeley is at present enjoying the height of her athletic success. The most successful football season in the history of the school was that of 1912. And the forthcoming track meet will be the best ever. And baseball, well, tell your story to “Bobbie” Keefe or “ Sammy ” Lawrence, Mr. Graduate. ON the evening of April 3rd, the track meet will be held. The meet will be held in the state armory, under the auspices T y M °f the 1 Oth Company, C. N. rad, Mtet Q unfortunate person, known as the manager. He will have complete charge of all arrangements. If the same successful results mark the track meet, that have marked every undertaking Wessel has guided at Bulkeley, the meet will be a grand success. Already the track manager is at work arranging for the gigantic athletic carnival. Notice that, “ athletic carnival.” Yes it used to be called “athletic meet,” when Mr. Graduate attended Bulkeley, but times have changed since he left ur. Manager Wessel intends to run the events off in quick time. No delays will be tolerated. Former athletic meets been spoiled by the many delays and setbacks. But the manager will have none of this. Everything will be kept moving. Something novel will be introduced. It has been suggested that a sack race be included in the list of events. This would be out of the ordinary and would greatly amuse and interest the spectators. Already a large number of fellows have started in training in preparation for the meet. Although no list of events has been submitted as yet, the manager states that the usual program of events will prevail, as, dashes, runs, relays, broad and high jump, putting the shot, and last but not least that sack race. It will be “some” fun to see some of those “ Liliputian ” freshmen scram-ling around the armory in meal sacks. This alone will will be worth the price of admission. Members of the militia have expressed a desire to enter in the open events, as have a number of local and out-of-town clubs and individuals. Manager Wessel announces that the W. M. I. will be well represented in the crowd of spectators. And you may take his word for that. He has got them “ buffaloed.” 12 BULKELEY NEWS Did you notice the way, he handled them in the cheering at the Bulkeley-Academy football game ? WHO said baseball ? King Winter will soon make his bow and Spring will occupy the center of the stage. And with the first chirping of the birds. Baseball Bulkeley bunch will shoulder bats and start in practice for the season. From the start Captain “ Sam ” wants it understood that no positions on the team are cinched, that all are open to any members of the school, who feel any Wagner or Cobb blood throbbing in their veins. No, indeed, no favortism will be shown. The best man will get it. “ Why, we have the pennant cinched,” “We’ve got a winning team,” “ I can see that pennant already hanging on our pole; ” these are common expressions before a baseball season. But Captain Lawrence is not doing any of this campaign talking. He is doping out new plays and gags and saying nothing. Most captains, who make such predictions, generally end up in the cellar divisions. It will be a good sized squad that will report for the preliminary working out. There will be a number of veterans on hand. Plenty of green material will make an appearance. Much is expected of the “green ones” under the tutelege of Coach Louis McCoy. Yes, let the other fellows do the talking, but the Orange and Black will be on hand when the gong rings. “ This is my busy day.” This sign, painted in large red letters, greeted a representative of the “News” when he called at the office of Baseball Manager Keefe recently. “And, believe me, the manager is some busy was the way the “News” reporter put it as he returned after the interview with Manager Keefe. At present the manager is busy formulating a schedule. If any one thinks this is an easy task, I suggest they speak their opinion to the baseball manager. No definite schedule can be announced at this early date, but it is known that two games will be played with New Haven high school, a couple of games will be played with Ston-ington, and Bulkeley will twice cross bats with her “ Little Rhody” rival, Westerly high school. Besides these dates, the following schedule, which is subject to change, has been arranged: April 19th. Bulkeley v� . Meriden H. S. at New London. May 7th. Bulkeley vs. Windham at Willimantic. May 17th. Bulkeley vs. Hartford H. S. at Hartford. May 24th. Bulkeley vs. Windham H. S. at New London. May 30th. Bulkeley vs. Hartford H. S. at New London. June 7th. Bulkeley vs. N. F. A. at New London. June 14th. Bulkeley vs. N. F. A. at Norwich. Bulkeley will gain some good experience from practice games with the New London professional team of the Eastern association. Other practice contests will be arranged with the Alumni nine and club organizations. 1913 Football ASSISTANT Football Manager Foley of the 1912 team, has been elected to the managership of the 191 3 team. He is losing no time in the arrangement of a schedule, so is already communicating with the leading high school teams, of the state. It is expected that the season will open with South Norwalk as Bulkeley's guests in New London. Manager Foley has appointed Belcher as an assistant. Captain William Leary expects to make a creditable showing in 1913. Although a number of the players of the 1912 eleven will bid Bulkeley farewell this June, there still remains the making of a fast aggregation. Good luck to you in 1913, Bill BLACK sweaters with the orange B have been presented to the players, coaches, managers, etc., of the 1912 football team. „ . The men put in a natty ap- rootball sweaters . . pearance in the garments. In the receiving of the sweaters, the players, should not only appreciate them for their material value, but should realize the honor and appreciation, that accompanies them. It is true the football players and coaches sacri-(Athletics Continued on Page 16.) BULKELEY NEWS 13 Costello (in Senior French), “And they went and, and, he and. Mr. McCoy, “Costello if it wasn’t for “and you wouldn’t be able to translate.” Costello, “Well, you see, I get used to using that in Latin when I get stuck.” Keefe (in undertone) “ You must be stuck all the time. Dunham, as usual, (in Senior Chem.) “ Sulphur is soluble in molasses.” So is ginger, Dunham. Mr. McCoy (Senior French) “Let’s see if this class is as adept in translating as it is in thinking up schemes. Extract from Hollandersky’s note book, “ Sixty per cent, of all strikes are successful; (he other sixty per cent, are failures.” Frau Moll, “When are you going to make up your back work, Me Ginley ?” Mac, “I’ve been making it up all the year, so 1 guess I’ll have to do some real work now. In spite of our pleadings those Freshmen still persist in playing their death-defying games. Witness them any recess playing tag in the basement. Ever notice Cone and Rowland practicing the turkey trot. Pretty nifty eh ? Perhaps they’re going to spring something at the next Senior Dance. They tell us Morris won a vacuum cleaner in the voting contest. Robbie always did make a cleanup when he started out to. Mulcahy (on first visit to New York) “ 1 say this fellow named “ Rathskellar” must be pretty rich. Who is he anyhow ? I see his name everywhere. Weske (also on first visit) “ Darned if I know Dave, unless he is some relation to old man “ Cafe.” They never end. What ? Gordon’s questions i n Senior History. Zounds! What if Mr. Me Coy had to answer all of them. Prof., “Where is your note book Toolin ? Toolin, “ I left it home.” Prof., “Don’t leave the building until you bring it to me.” History Teacher (after talking about ten minutes) “Keefe aren’t you taking notes ? Keefe, “Why I didn’t even know you had begun. A TOAST. Here’s to the lass with the golden hair, Here’s to the lass with the face so fair, Here’s to the lass with the twinkle in her eye, Here’s to the lass from the W. M. I. (School l Cotes Continued on Page 16.) 14 BULKELEY NEWS Wot cheer Alf? Yer lookin’ sick. Wot is it ? Work ! Nuffink but work, work, work, from momin’ till night. Ow long have yer been at it ? Start termorrer. Teacher, Who can tell me what a canary is ? Young Hopeful, Canary is a cat’s turkey. Fair Ones, Will your dog bite us ? Farmer, 1 shouldn’t be surprised. He’s got an uncommon sweet tooth. He, Do you approve of dancing ? She, No. He, Why not ? She, Why it’s mere hugging set to music- He, Well, what is there about that you don’t like ? She, The music. Do men believe in dreams ? Not after they marry them. That girl over there is awfully loud. You mean the one with bangs ? Why in the the world does your father wear a beard. Well, you see mother buys all of his neckties. Are you a good baseball player ? No. I’m a prohibitionist. What's that got to do with it ? Well I don’t like a high ball and never touch a drop. Keefe, That’s a fine looking dog you have there. Want to sell him ? Cos, I’ll sell him for fifty dollars and not a cent less. Keefe, Is he intelligent ? Cos, He knows every bit as much as I do. Whacha do last summer ? Worked in the lumbering and staving business. Yea ? Yep. Lumbering down the street and staving off my creditors. Keefe, In that case I’ll give you twenty-five cents for him. She (as a vicious bulldog rushes at them) Save me Francis. You know you said you would face death for me. Wessel, But he isn’t dead you know. BULKELEY NEWS 15 “ 1 think the baby has your hair ma’am,’’ said the nurse girl looking pleasantly at her mistress. “ Gracious! Run into the nursery and take it away from him. What will that child do next ? ” How much did your biggest fish weigh ? He didn't get a weigh. He got away Binks, Everybodys crazy about that house. Jinks, Is it a swell hotel ? Binks, No. It’s a lunatic asylum. Willie, aged five, was taken by his father to his first football game. The extent to which he was impressed did not become evident nntil he said his prayers. Then to the horror of his parents Willie prayed. God bless papa God bless mama God bless Willie Boom! Rah! Rah ! Young woman, “ That stupid fellow has been following me for a half hour without speaking to me. I wonder where he learned politeness. A little boy who had heard his father’s numerous stories about the Civil War finally exclaimed, Father, did anyone help you put down the rebellion ? Bunner, Mr. Lawrence is the most far seeing man I ever knew. Dunham, How so? Bunner, He’s an astronomer. Howard has four mothers. How does he make that out ? Own, god, step, and in-law. Wife, Why George what on earth are you trying to do? George, Trying to put this cover on my umbrella of course. Wife, That’s not an umbrella cover, it’s my new black silk dress. When a gentleman with decided tendencies for minding other people’s business and not his own, saw a moving van backed up to a nearby house, he sallied forth on investigation bent. I say, he began bumptiously, are the people moving. The vanman looked at him scornfully, then wiped the perspiration from his brow. No sir, he retorted wearily, we’re just taking the furniture for a drive. While waiting for a train the other day, said the Senator, I noticed a man who seemed a little tipsy. Suddenly the man cried out, Anybody lose a dollar. Of course everybody pressed around him feeling of their pockets. He then said, Well I found a nickel of it. Agricultural Prof., What is the best environment for calves? Student, Silk stockings. Traveling man. How often does your train kill a man ? Just once, sourly replied the conductor. She, Why on earth are you wearing those goggles ? He, Just a moment dear, until I finish this grape fruit. 16 BULKELEY NEWS School Notes. (Continued from Page 13.) Bailey and Bunner are the first in the class. Roland and Reeves are the least, but not last. Carroll, Costello, Caracausa, and Cone Comprise a tooth brush, a hair brush, a looking glass, and comb. Levine and Levin two shorties are they. One’s always talking, the other knows nothing to say. Kenerson and Keefe two K’s start their names With their studies in school they never take pains. Douglas, Dunham, and Duffy, the three of a kind Are like Artie Murray, can never make up their mind. Goldberg, Gordon, Gadbois, and Guidone Make up a scholar, a pessimist, a bright guy, and drone. Toolin and Troland who with none can compare, Always look with contempt on the class that is fair. Harris, Harshowitz, and Hollandersky the wits of great fame. The first two know nothing and the third can’t spell his name. McCarthy and McGinley the two micks of renown. In a German recitation act like a couple of clowns. Savage, Strickland, and Steams, now what do they know ? If you could see them in a recitation you would think them a show. F. H.W. M3. C 3 Alumni Notes. (Continued from Page 7.) CLASS OF 1912. The following members of the class of 1912 have entered upon higher courses of study: Newcomb, Selikowitch and Ryan have gone to Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute to take up respectively civil, mechanical and electrical engineering. Huntley has entered Middlebury. He is a member of Chi Psi Fraternity. Sampsell is studying engineering at Michigan. Bixler and Keeney are taking the academic course at Amherst. Bixler has made Alpha Delta Phi fraternity and Keeney, Theta Delta Chi. Athletics. (Continued from Page 12.) fice their time and inconvenience themselves continually in order that “ Old Bulkeley ” might make a creditable showing on the gridiron. And I often times wonder whether students appreciate this. Let these sweaters be a reminder of the season of 1912, when Bulkeley twice defeated her ancient foe Norwich Free Academy, of the season when only one defeat was tasted, and a reminder of the good old days, “ when I played on Bulkeley.” One thing more about the sweaters. 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