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

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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.

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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-

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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)