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

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10 BULKKLEY NEWS rings which, as soon as received, gladdened many hearts, not mentioning his own. At home Grace didn’t seem the same after the event on the yacht. Her father d iscovered something wrong and after some hard thinking discovered a psychological method of treating her ailments. He sent a long letter to Harold. In reading the much-delayed letter Harold understood and using his witty talent dispatched invitations to all the guests —his personal friend s—who were present at the reception on the yacht, to come to his American home and there be the guests at a surprise party on his sister in honor of the gifts received. The surprise p a r t v was arranged by Harold and his father. The evening of the party came and so did the invited participants. A delightful program was made up and all that tended to pass the evening pleasantly was introduced. The faces of the guests seated around the table waiting for Grace were invaded with smiles as they forgot the past and were lost in the depths of the present. A cable from Mr. and Mrs. Dewey, newly married; previously Dorothy Smith, nurse, and Robert Dewey, corporal, was received from the war zone and read aloud, which added to the pleasure of the evening, for in it they found love, and Grace knew she was forgiven because—well, because she was. —F. Malien. Miss Tooker. I saw a girl across the street, and Thought I knew her. I went across the girl to meet, and For I was sure. The girl she smiled welcomely, and I tipped my hat. “Howdo,” I said, “Come with me?” and She knocked me flat. The judge asked me why I flirted with Miss Tooker. I said with my feelings hurted that I mistook her. “You Miss Tooker,” said the judge “Can’t understand it. Ten days,” and I couldn’t budge Nor comprehend it. —Frank A. Mallen. The cop came around, pinched me, and Took me to jail. In court the girl I did see, and She told her tale.

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BULKKLEY NEWS 9 tranquil again aboard the yacht. Each held his newly-bought ring tightly and for the first time wondered at the meaning of it. Was she to pick a husband, or what? Eunice giggled almost to her discovery as she peeked from behind a curtain waiting for—the wcrst. Grace sat at one end of the table and for the first time, as she glanced at each anxious and eager face, realized the extent of her doings. She was determined to resign herself without explanation when the thoughts of her brother bending over the bodies of wounded and dying brave soldiers invigorated new action within her. She got up courageously and commenced to speak: “Friends, while we are making merry here, there is a dreadful war going on in our other world. You are probably aware that Harold is a red-cross surgeon there.” Silence enshrouded the audience as these words brought to their imaginations, instead of the thoughts of a good time and a welcome surprise, their dear old friend Harold doing his duty at the risk of his life without comment or complaint. Even Eunice’s attitude changed. Fighting back an insistent sob, Grace continued : “There are many young soldiers who are bravely sacrificing their lives for their respective countries and as the way of the world has it they frequently come in contact with brave nurses with whom they fall in love. Cupid interferes and marriage is the result. Harold has written me of this and adds that donations will be gladly received. I have therefor taken this opportunity (in a voice new to her) to—to deceive you (faltering) so that you can con—con—c—I—I (and with a last effort) I hope you will forgive me.” Her audience were anchored to their seats and their eyes were glued to Grace as if in a hypnotical spell as they sat bewildered. When her last broken words reached their ears they displayed an open expression which made anything, good or bad, she had done to them, already forgiven. She could continue no longer. Taking out Harold’s last letter, she handed it to William Feeley, who read it aloud to all. They understood even better than she could explain, but she was unable to explain—she had fainted. Mr. Gager hurried into the room from the deck; Eunice leaped from behind her hiding-place. The boys rushed here and there for water, fans, stimulants and all else. When the necessary remedies were at hand the work of resuscitation began. When Grace opened her eyes she first saw many apparitions and as her strength gradually came, she noticed the boys endeavoring to aid her in every way possible. But she was too weak—too feeble, and was carried to her room and laid in bed. A small pile of rings lay onthe table —thirty-six in number—when the guests left the yacht after they had been assured of Grace’s safety, influenced with the phrase “Everything is fair in love and war.” The desolate air that swelled a small hospital in France was miraculously dispersed with the arrival of a small package. Harold opened it expectantly and found within thirty-six

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BULKELEY NEWS 11 lulkfbg Nnita BULKELEY SCHOOL, NEW LONDON, CT. Gustaf M. Liljenstein, ’i6 Editor-in-Chief Tracy W. Ames, ’i6 Assistant Editor Waldo L- Miner, ’17 Business Mgr THE BULKELEY NEWS Published quarterly, 40 cents per year, 10 cents per copy. Entered as Second Class Matter at New London Post Office. Contributions are earnestly desired. These may be handed to the Editor-in-Chief. Address all Business Manuscript to the Business Manager. VOL. XII. No. 2. Basket Ball. AT7E are sorry to see that the at- tempt to make basket ball a school sport was not a success. After the energetic work of Moon in securing a place to hold our games, and the willingness of Mr. French to sacrifice his afternoons to round a team into shape, we should think the school would have been willing to do their part. There seemed enough enthusiasm at first to carry the project through, but somehow that enthusiasm died out so that the team soon broke up. During the first weeks of practice money was needed to pay the expense of the lights, and also the janitor. This would only have been a trifle. A collection from the school would easily have settled that matter. Basket ball is always a paying proposition. Seeing there would be no other sport during the winter, a large audience would surely patronize the games. After the first game or two, there would be no more need of contributions, as the money taken in on the games would suffice. The expense of the visiting team would be slight considering that only six men generally take the trip, and that games could be arranged with teams in this vicinity. It has always been found a paying proposition in other schools, so why shouldn’t it in ours? Even if we did have to contribute a little at the start there would be no need of it during the following years as there would surely be a little money left in the treasury by the end of the season. As football is now our only sport, we should try at 1 e a s t to have one other. Baseball is next to impossible so why not try basket ball? Once it is started, we are sure the thing will go along by itself, as does football. We hope that the task will again be attempted next year. It will probably mean hard work but we hope someone will be energetic enough to try it again and make it apossibility. Remember the old saying “Nothing is impossible.” We are sure that if it is handled in the proper manner it will not be impossible but surely possible. If one would like to see basket ball as a school sport next year remember the saying “If you want a thing well done, do it yourself.” Don’t wait for the other fellow to start it, but pitch right in determinedly, and we are sure of your success. □ □ 0