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

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BULKELEY NEWS VOL. XII. No. 2 A Summer Romance. AI HE eastern horizon was begin-ning to pale; the stars overhead were fading from sight, while all around the birds filled the air with incessant chirping and twittering. As the sun at last emerged above the horizon, flooding all the surrounding country with golden light, a boy, sleeping under a gigantic oak, stirred uneasily, as the sun peered into his handsome face. Suddenly he opened his eyes and blinked in bewilderment till he recovered his senses and remembered where he was. A mischievous smile spread over his face as he looked over to the other side of him where lay his cousin, Jack McLaughlin. Throwing aside a sweater which served as a blanket, he sprang to his feet and proceeded to a brook that was rippling near by. Preparing himself first, he then plunged into the cooling water where he remained a few seconds and then hurriedly dressed again. Spying an old tin can lying near by, he picked it up and filled it with water. He brought it back to his sleeping place. His friend slept on. Slowly drop by drop, he% let the water fall on the sleeper’s forehead, but this not seeming to have any effect, he let it all go at once. The effect was instantaneous. Jack jumped to his feet, looked around dazed, and then let drive a stone which had lain near at hand. “I’ll get back at you yet for that,” said Jack, seeing his stone had missed its mark. Tom stood laughing a minute, then sobering up replied, “If I hadn’t done it you would have slept all day. You had better take a duck while I start a fire so we can prepare breakfast.” Saying this he went to look for suitable firewood, while Jack hastened off for his morning dip. Before going on further with the story, I would like to introduce our friends to the reader. Tom Vaugh, a happy-go-lucky fellow, and his cousin, Jack McLaughlin were both from the big city, namely, New York. It was during summer vacation that, finding the city too hot and disagreeable, they decided to break the monotony by taking a long hike. They had set out from the city and were planning to walk up the Hudson into New York State as far as Lake Champlain, and from there to go into Vermont. From here they expected to take a train back home. They had both fitted themselves out in white trousers, sporting shirt, white duck shoes and a sweater. For extra clothing they had brought along in a hand-bag, a suit of clothes, some