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

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211 BrLKIvLKY NKWS Chick Lawrence—“I feel Like a desert this evening.” Miss N. (sighing)—“Oh no, John, you don’t feel like a desert; a desert has sand.” May—“Are these eggs fresh?” Clerk—“Do they feel like vou?’ May—“Yes.” Clerk—“Well they are, then.” Loveland—“Does you love me. dear?” She—“A little.” Loveland—“Ah, but don’t you think your love will grow?” She— ‘Yes, but I’m not sure which way. Milliouare—‘My son. Honesty is the best policy,” Son—“Perhaps it is, dad, but it strikes me that you have done pretty well, nevertheless.” Burglar (on guard)— “Did you git any-anything?” His pal (emerging from window)— “The guy wot lives here is a lawyer.” Burg.—“That’s hard luck, did youse lose anything?” Barber— Hair cut, sir? How will you have it?” Fengar—“Both short.” Barber—“You mean hair and beard?” Fengar—“No; hair and conversation.” “There’s a difference in time you know', between this country and Europe; for instance, your friends in Cork are fast asleep by this time, whereas we are enjoying ourselves in the early evening.” Pat Magil—“That’s always the way, Ire-laud niver got justice.” Bigelow—“Do you think my mustache becoming?” P. Woodruff—“No; A-coming.” May (as the team goes by)—“Look! there goes Shea, the quarter-back. He’ll soon be our best man.” She—“Oh, Toby! This is so sudden!” “Wanted— Bookkeeper and salesman, must have one leg longer than the other.” We were about to tell Cohen, when we remembered that he had one leg shorter than the other. A stranded but still haughty leading lady was forced to put up at Hull’s Royal Dragon Inn. She glanced frowningly about the office, reluctantly signed the register, and took the key from Harold. “Is there water in my room,” she asked. “Why, there was,” replied Mr. Hull, “but I had the roof fixed.” Loveland—“Redden, are you superstitious?” Redden—“Not a bit.” Loveland—“Well, lend me $13.00.”

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BULKKLEY NEWS 19 1950: Fichthorn (the hobo) — “Please, mum, I’m a sick man. De doctor gimme dis medicine, but I needs assistance in taking it.” Mistress—“Poor fellow. Do you waut a spoon and a glass of water?” Fichthorn—“No mum, but dis medicine hast to be took before meals.” R.—“I hear you and your gang struck for shorter hours. Did you get ’em?” C.—“Sure. We’re not workiug at all now.” A fashionable belle, while wading at Ocean Beach was wearing a w7ig. When a big wave swept over her it carried the false hair away with it. After a glance at the floating hair she fled to Bragaw, who was lying on the sand, and said: “Oh. Sir, save my hair.” “Pardon me, madam,” said he, “my business is a life-saver, not a hair restorer.” Dickson (translating Latin) — “During the battle Caesar rushed up and down on the back of the army.” Mr. French—“How long was the army’s back?” Dickson—“Eight legions, sir.” Bigelow—“Do you think Greece ought to preserve her neutrality?” Shea—“She is lucky to preserve anything.” Bailey—“W’hy don’t the women dress sensibly?” Frau Moll—“If they did half of the industries of the world would have to close their doors.” There had been an explosion in chemistry and Prof. Lawrence on investigation asked Donnelly how it happened. “Well,” said Donnelly, “it happened like this. He wanted to see how powerful it was so he lit a match to it.” “Lit a match to it!” exclaimed Professor Lawrence, “why I should have thought it would be the last thing on earth he’d do.” Donnelly—“It was.” Miner—“I had mock-turtle soup for dinner. By the way where do you catch mock-turtles?” May—“Near the Sham-rock.” Bigelow—“How did you get that paint on your trousers?” Feeley—“I didn’t. 1 got the trousers on the paint when I sat down.” Frat. Mem.—“Haven’t I seen your face before?” McMahon— “It’s quite possible, that’s where I always wear it.” Bigelow—“Donnelly, who succeeded Edward VI?” Donnelly—“Mary.” Bigelow—“Very good. Now who suc- succeeded Mary?” Donnelly, not knowing the answer, sat down, and Tevlin who had his hand raised was asked the question.” Tevlin—“Her Lamb.” (West Mystic) Bailey—“Did you ever read about the ancient Greek harp that when played would turn stones into tears?” Donnelly (pointing to May)—“He’s made ‘Stones’ cry.”

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BULKELEY NEWS 21 ON our table we have the following list of exchanges which we are glad to acknowledge:— CONNECTICUT— “Academy Journal,” Norwich Free Academy, Norwich; “The Artisan,” State Trade Education Shop, Bridgeport; “The Allerlie,” Stonington High School, Stonington; “The Choate News.” Choate School, Wallingford; “The Clarion,” West Hartford High School, West Hartford; “The Focus,” New Haven High School, New Haven; “The Lookout,” Derby High School, Derby; “The Tabula,” Torringtou High School, Tor-rington; “The Tripod,” Trinity College, Hartford. KANSAS— “The Messenger,” Wichita High School, Wichita. MAINE—“The Nautilus,” Waterville High School, Waterville. MONTANA—“The Konah,” Missoula County High School, Missoula. NEW JERSEY—“The Acropolis,” Barringer High School, Newark. NEW YORK—“The Owl,” Middletown High School, Middletown; “Rensselaer Polytechnic Times,” Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute; “The Colgate Madisjneu-sis,” Colgate University, Hamilton. PENNSYLVANIA—“The Buzzer,” Avalon High School, Avalon; “The Omnibus,” Franklin High School, Franklin. RHODE ISLAND— “The G1 e a n er ,” Pawtucket High School, Pawtucket; “The Senior,” Westerly High School, Westerly. TEXAS—“The Tatler,” El Paso High School, El Paso; “The Mountaineer,” Santa Anna High School, Santa Anna. “The Lookout,”—We sure enjoyed your paper. The literary depertment was especially well written. “The Clarion,”—We would suggest separating your literary department from the editorials by a cut or plain heading, for as all your other departments have headings, the running together of the editorials and literary department is quite noticeable. “The Acropolis,”—You have an attractive cover. The paper interested us. Come again. “The Konah, ”—“Shavens” usually gives us something we can really laugh over. One of the best high school newspapers on our table. “The Tatler,”—The cartoon “Did Your Ship Get By?” was clever.