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

Text from Pages 1 - 44 of the 1918 volume:

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Edgar Real Estate and Insurance Telephone 1504 231 State Street F. C. CHIDSEY OPTICIAN KODAKS AND PHOTO SUPPLIES 115 State Street IN ANSWERING ADVERTISEMENTS PLEASE MENTION BULKBLEY NEWS O’Leary’s KEEP SMILING IN ANSWERING ADVERTISEMENTS PLEASE MENTION BULKHLBY NEWS BULKELEY NEWS VOL. XIV. MARCH 1918 No. 2. An Honorable Defeat. tell you, Joe, you’d better start now,” said Bob Whaley, to his friend, Joe Ranney, as they slowly walked to the dormitory, after their afternoon’s baseball practice. ‘‘You know that at the opening of school this year, Professor Bacon said that no student would be allowed to play if his average wasn’t up to the standard.” “Say, Bob, just give that a rest, will you? Why, I’ll play, and get by all right. I wouldn’t miss this year’s team for anything. I’d stay in to-night and study, only I must take Dot to the show.” ‘‘That’s just it,” said Bob, “you are with those skirts too much.” “Well, here’s my dormitory. So long, Bob.” “So long, Joe, now don’t forget,” he said aloud. “That’s Joe alright,” he mused, as he walked silently a-long the campus. “He’s a wonder at pitching, but I’ll be blowed if I think they’ll let him play in the game with Oxwell. That’s but a short way off, too. Well, we can just let things take their course.” Time slipped quietly by. Joe Ranney, despite his well meaning, had failed to plug. To-morrow was the day of the Latin examination. Ox-well had been playing a strong game. They were confident of beating John-sby, if Ranney did not pitch. Joe was suddenly aware of his position. He could never plug up his Latin euough to bring up his mark and yet, he must play in that game. “I must do something, and do it quick,” he said to himself. He slipped silently from his room, and stealthily strode across the campus. It was night, and very dark. Slowly he crept to a window in Brown Hall. It was open. He climbed in. A half hour later, Ranney slipped out of the window, and jumped to the ground, but a short distance. He silently walked home, and went to bed. “How’d you make out, Joe?” he heard a voice in back of him ask. Turning, he saw Bob Whaley. “Oh! I flunked, flunked hard. No chance of me playing to-morrow.” “What! You can’t play? Why, that will leave only Williams to pitch, and he is very uncertain. It means 10 B ULKELE Y NE TP that we lose the game, kid.” It was just before the game. The Johnsville players were assembled in club-house. The stands were packed. There was the same old rivalry between the two teams. Joe Ranney was sitting alone in one corner, his head plunged in his hands. “Fellows,” spoke up the coach, “you’re going in this game to win. You have those fellows beaten already. Ranney won’t be able to play, but Williams is to take his place.” “Ranney can’t play?” How quickly the faces of the players changed! That confident look was gone. They lacked pep. Williams was nervous. The whole team quivered. The game was over. Johnsville had lost, and had lost badly. Williams had pitched a ragged game. The Oxwell playees easily hit him. Ranney had witnessed the whole game from the club-house. How his heart ached to get out there! How he would have loved to be on the mound. But no, he had flunked, and he must pay the penalty. School was resumed on Monday. All of the students were ordered to report in the Assembly Hall,—something unusual. When they were all seated, Professor Bacon arose. “Students,” he said, “you all know that we lost on Saturday. Ox-Well beat us, beat us badly. And you all know the reason why we were beaten. Because Joe Ranney didn’t pitch. Now, I want to tell you that Ranney could have pitched if he had to.” “Ranney could have pitched if he had wanted to.” A low murmur ran around the room. “Yes,” continued the Principal, “on Thursday night, I happened to be in Brown Hall. I saw a figure come in by the rear window. I crouched down by the door, and watched it. It was Joe Ranney. He walked up to the desk, and found the paper on which were the questions for the Latin examination. He had picked up the paper, and was about to read them, when he muttered, ‘God, I can’t do this. If I can’t play fairly, I can’t play at all.’ And turning, he left the building.” All was quiet in the room now. The students were speechless. They just stared. Joe Ranney hung his head low. “You see, fellows,” Professor Bacon said, “Ranney could have played, if he had wanted to cheat. But he didn’t, and even though we lost to Oxwell, we lost fairly.” The students were still quiet. Finally they emerged from their trance. “Come fellows,” shouted the voice of Bob Whaley, “let’s give a cheer for Joe, good old Joe.” And all that rang in Joe’s ears was “we lost fairly.” —X. Y. Z. ’18. li ITLKELEY NEWs 11 “This is the Mug.” DOW was about to join the colors and a number of his friends thought it would be a fine thing to present him with a loving-cup. So they bought the cup, planned a big formal banquet, and chose Keeney to make the presentation speech. Frank was skeptical himself, but at length he prepared one which met the approval of the whole bunch. Of course all this could hardly be kept secret, and Dow hearing of it, prepared an eloquent speech of acceptance. The night of the banquet came. Everytning went well until it was time for the presentation. Keeney was called upon. Gravely he stood up, looked at Dow, and then at the sea of faces all staring at him. It was his first attempt at making a speech. Suddenly he began to realize that something was the matter with his knees. His face became scarlet, and a large lump arose in his throat. And together with this came the realization that he had forgotten every word of his speech. Clearly he must do something, so, after a suspense that was heart-rending, the best that Keeney could do was to blurt out: “This is the mug.” Now up to this time, Dow had been perfectly calm. He had his speech down cold. But now he was clearly excited, for he couldn’t give his eloquent speech after a presentation like the above. But of course he must make some acceptance of the gift. So Pip stood up, went through all the stages through which Keeney had gone, and finally managed to respond, with a perfect bow as he spoke: “Oh, so th-th-that is the m-m-m-m-mug.” -Q. E. D. 12 BULKELEY NEWS The Coming oi Arthur. A S ARTHUR STANDISH lazily lounged on the window-seat in his room in Lawrance Hall overlooking the Campus, his eyes taking in the numerous scenes before him, he pondered over his situation. From all parts of the Campus came the hearty greetings of classmates meeting each other with tales of vacation accomplishments. Through open windows in Farnum Hall now and then there reached him, the strains of an impromptu orchestra, rendering the season’s popular musical hits. From the direction of Connecticut Hall the stirring strains of “Bingo”, warbled by a quartet of Seniors, came to him. But a few years back, when “preping” at Berkeley in that small Minnesota town, he was more than a student star reflected. As stroke on the crew, and as star end and captain of the football team he had won something of a reputation. But it was as champion interscholastic wrestler of the state that he gained the greatest fame. When he had decided to come to Yale, all Berkeley saw in him a great cause for future worry for Eli’s rivals. Arriving rather late in New Haven, Stan had been forced to occupy a single room in a far corner of one of the Freshman dormitories, the adjoining room being unoccupied, isolated him completely from his classmates. His retiring nature prevented him from making acquaintances, which at this period of college life, are so easy to acquire among homesick boys. So Stan, lived pretty much alone, rubbing elbows with his classmates only when attending classes, football games or class events. He knew most of his classmates casually, joining them when brought into actual contact with them but modestly refraining from thrusting his company on them. The opening of his Sophomore still found him pursuing his unobtrusive course. The greetings between his classmates and him were a little more cordial than the year before, due to the strange bond which comes between men who have braved together dangers of first year flunkings, warnings and conditions. Yet he had no real chum. His reminiscent mood was changed when after watching a few students roping in portions of the Campus, he realized that there was work ahead for all loyal Sophomores this night. “Rush Night”, the Freshmen’s first big night when they are introduced to campus life, meant that all undergraduates should appear on the campus. The two upper classes take their places along the outside of the ropes and hazard guesses on the outcome of the events. Sophomores and Freshmen are herded into separate groups, later to be marshalled into battle lines by “Y” men, who to the hero-worshipping Freshmen seem god-like. This year there were very few “letter” men to manage or Sophomores to take part in the Rush. The call from “Over There” had been heard at Yale. The spirit of “For God, for country and for Yale” had sent Jl f Z EEL E)' NE ws IS more than half the undergraduate body to avenge devastated Belgium and worn-out France. The class of 1920 had given the greatest representation to the Yale Mobile Unit which had gone to France, thereby leaving the work of chastising the Freshmen to the remaining members of the class. So tonight the Sophomore class with arms locked, anxiously watching and waiting for that dark mass at the other end of the campus to move towards them, steeled themselves for a fight against discouraging odds. The bark of the referee’s pistol caused a much more rapid movement in the hearts than in the feet of the Freshmen, who, not knowing this mode of warfare and doubtful of the reception they were about to receive, approached with slow unsteady steps. A dull thud immediately preceeded cries of joy and anguish. Hard-breathing youths, perspiring or bleeding, tore, kicked, plunged, and fought as no Huns ever did. Art Standish carried through his share of the fight with that savage joy which well-trained athletes feel in their sports. At the first shock, he had thrown two frightened Fresh-ies, and then on recovering turned to meet a broad-shouldered young giant. The stampede of rushing Freshmen caught up both men throwing them to the ground. Stan clinched his teeth as he felt the rush and trample on him of the feet of the lower-classmen who, trembling and hesitating, finally swept by force of numbers through the opposing side. Climbing gingerly to his feet, Art started for the wrestling matches. While applying his handkerchief to a bleeding ear, he impatiently asked himself why they could not have prevented these new-comers from winning in this first clash between the rival classes. He joined the group of students squatting around the roped off wrestling ring, still smarting under the sting of defeat. Coach Winters stood in the center of the ring. He called for lightweights. The P'reshmen pushed under the ropes a small well-built fellow. Nineteen-twenty called for Clark, who stepped into the ring. Stripping to the waist and minus their shoes, they faced each other while Coach Winters explained the rules governing the match. In an instant they were off. Having similar physical qualifications, there was not much difference in ability. But in the end Winter’s training on the Sophomore the year before, brought the result of the match to the latter’s class. Bailey, the Sophomore’s middleweight candidate experienced no difficulty in downing his man, thereby giving two of the three matches to the second class-men . This final match between heavyweights would determine whether or not the Sophs could righteously maintain their traditional haughty and disdainful attitude towards the class-men below them. With so great a result at stake, it it not surprising that the upperclassmen, deeply interested, turned anxious faces to watch the Freshman candidate step into the ring. They saw Everett, whose a-chievements on the gridiron at Andover, had seemed to warrant the popular opinion that his berth on the Yale varsity would be cinched. His great weight, evenly distributed over u I! ULKELE Y NE WS a massivs frame, and his well developed muscles, seen as he prepared for action, mads him appear quite a formidable foe. Winter’s call for a Sophomore candidate had produced great confusion in their camp. Morgan, the only a-vailable heavyweight representative was nowhere to be found. The upper-classmen shawed their impatience at the delay by cries of ‘ ‘Shake it up! Bring on a man, Sophs!” The continued commotion in the ranks of 1920, increased the indignation and caustic remarks of the expectant spectators, who thought that the match should be forfeited to the Freshmen, and who did not hesitate to tell the Sophs that they were quitters. Suppressing the overwhelming rage which was surging through him, Stan leaped under the ropes and presented himself as a contestant. The upperclassmen smiled at the spunky fellow who was offering to uphold the honor of his class against such an opponent. Art Standish’s classmates, at first greatly astonished at his move, soon became interested in watching the preparations for the match. A short handshake was a signal for activity to the wrestlers. Bending low, eyes glued on the man opposite, they stepped lightly around feeling for an opening. Now and then they clashed only to break apart without accomplishing any results. A great shout went up as Everett, who had seized Stan, raised him in the air and hurled him into the midst of astonished students grouped near the ropes. As a wild animal might playfully fling off an angry pup, this towering football hero again threw Stan. Freshmen smiled proudly while Sopho- mores showed the appreciation of Stan’s gritty bull-dog spirit by calling words of encouragement. Once again the surrounding buildings resounded the lusty cheers of the spectators. The name of the first-year Sampson did not enter this long Yale cheer which was given to Arthur Standish, who, after his second fall, had picked himself up and springing forward with a clean, hard, low tackle had smashed Everett to the ground. With the dexterity and skill of a veteran wrestler, he had crept forward on Everett’s prostrate body until, by bringing the full weight of his own body to bear on Everett’s higher shoulder, he had forced it down until it touched the earth. Coach Winter’s slap on the back, proclaimed Stan’s victory and announced to the school that another “Y” man had been brought to light. —’15. It( rL EEL E V XE WS 15 Friendship. (An Essay) KNOW friends, to make F friends, and to love friends are three maxims for a successfull life. It is raraly possible that the fulfillment of one of these can be accomplished independently; for to know is to make and to make is to love. Once these maxims are accomplished they protect their possessor with an armour that can withstand all save death. Man can be deprived of riches, robbed of wealth, despoiled of title, and striped of rank, but if character remains then friendship can be attained. What a comfort, a haven, a consolation it is to one who has been so unfortunate to meet such deprivations. Yet he can scorn the spoils of conquerors, ridicule philosophers, and laugh at reformers. He has learned that the code of society may often be changed by the mere wishes of man, but neuer that of friendship her laws are eternal. “He lives”. The man of friends beholds the frontiers of El Dorada and a-bides on the isle of Utopia. Like the day, friendship is a gift from God to all mankind to the rich and to the poor it is the same. Man goes gallentlv forth on the golden morn of Youth in quest of friends and conquering, returns to cherish in the gray eve of age his captives borne from the realms of friendship. We see the new born infant holding up its tiny hands asking for friendship, we see the old man dying asking for his friends. We come into the world beging for friends and we leave the world grieving their loss. A traveler a-bout to journey to a distant clime seeks first the parting from his friends, and on returning awaits impatiently the welcome from those he parted. The vidlor in a race for fame cherishes more the cougraula-tions of his friends than all his trophies. Then there is the one who fails lying sore and bruised upon the sthuy highway of life. He peers almost hoplessly in the darkness of failure when lo! there ap-perrs a gleamihg beacon, a consoling light, it is the coming of his friends. Friendship is more than is seen in parting, returning, succeeding or failing. It is the heart of our desires the nucleus of all our emotions. The world has record of men who have reaped all that the harvests of conquest, knowledge, and fortune can offer; yet they have failed in the arena of immortality for they sought to achieve without friendship. Like astonishing comets they appear with marvel swiftness; but with greater speed they disappear into oblivion, ephemeral sub-jedfs of fleeting history. Then a-gain. we know and see men who though bearers of less brilliant careers are more esteemed, more 16 11ULKELEY NEWS loved, and to them we egarly seek the tributes of a memorial reference, a lasting devotion. These heroes have mastered the maxims of knowing, making, and loving friends; they are worthy of our sincere veneration- Such men will not be forgotten; until man’s ingratitude to man has made all mankind as compassionless as fire, as merciless as the hurricane, as uncontrolable as the tide, and as hopeless as the damned. What has friendshipe achieved from the dawn of creation to the present hour and what is her warning? We could not conceive all of the accomplishments of friendship they are countless. But let us childishly imagine that every block of the Great Wall of China is a finely printed tone of the accomplishments of friendship, yet with this uncouth phantasm our imagination has tarried far behind. To God a-lone are the accomplishments of his divine gift of friendship concieve-able, we can consider but a few. In truth, friendship has mothered all our virtues, and patiently sought the retrenchment of our vices. Man would be like the mole hunger for darkness and obscurity were it not for the guidance of friendship. She has emerged us from the chaos of despair from the blindness of opacity and taught us the principal and duties of unity. Our arts, sciences and learnings could never have been advanced without the championship of friendship. The Empire, kingdom, and state are built upon the friendship of their peoples. In our conquests, our victories, and our a-chievements we must not forget the warning of friendship. Time has been able to laugh scorningly on the sands of lonely Egypt, on the ruins of forgotten Chaldea, and on the mournfull remains of once-proud Hellas, because the people of these master dictators out casted friendship when they needed it most. Eriendship had built them, they had exiled their builder, thus they actually signed the warrent of their own execution. Man as individual is governed by the same phenomenon, through friendseip he will attain, out casting friendship and he falls. Thomas C. Gannon. BULKELEY NEWS 17 VOL. XIV. No. 2. Hulkelejj Nntta BULKELEY SCHOOL. NEW LONDON. CT. Russell H. Corcoran Editor-in-Chief Thomas Murphy Assistant Editor John M. Mallon, Jr. Business Mgr James Fitzpatrick Advertising Mgr THE BULKELEY NEWS Published quarterly, 60 cents per year, 15 cents per copy. Entered as Second Class Matter at the New London Post Office. Address all business manuscript to Business Manager; all other communications to the Editor-in-Chief of Bulkeley News, Bulkeley School, New London, Conn. HP HERE is a large class of fellows at Bulkeley, who might easily be termed rowdies. They slip through their school life, barely passing,—sometimes falling below,—with the idea that they are Self-Respect fooling people. To say the least, these fellows are unwise. They seem to lack even a particle of brains. Judgment,—they never considered that word. These fellows, as I said before, have the idea that they are fooling people. Well, perhaps they are. Perhaps they fool the teacher, their parents, and a few others who take an interest in them. Yes, perhaps they do, perhaps they fool all of them—except one. Did you ever try to fool yourself ? Really, now, did you ever earnestly try to fool yourself ? No matter what a fellow pretends to be, no matter what people think him to be, no matter what he is refuted to be, he knows deep down in his heart what he is. And try as he will, he can’t keep his mind off it. It haunts him. So, can’t you see, fellows, that in order to live a good, clean life, you must respect yourself ? If you can respect yourself, you are a man. To respect yonrself, you must be clean. Fellows, you can’t get away from it. So now, let every fellow at Bulkeley try and gain his own respect. That is what counts, and counts heavily. If you respect yourself, other people just have to. Give it a little thought. Do you respect yourself ? □ □ T T’S a trying time, fellows, prob- ably the most trying since the war began. After the wild enthusiasm which accompanied America’s entrance into the war, the greater part of us have re-Our Patriotic gained our reasoning, Duty and realized that the best and most patriotic thing we can do is to keep right at our studies. “Business as usual”, is the slogan. Many of us have also entertained the thought that the struggle would not last long. Time, however, has shown us that this is entirely improbable. The war is now being brought home, and we are beginning to see the hugeness and seriousness of it. And most of us are aching to get into it. Even those who are not so hot-headed as to wish to jump into it right away, clearly see that sooner or later they will be 18 BULKELEY NEWS called upon to do their bit. And along with these ideas, there comes to most of us the thought—“Well, as long as I’ll soon be through with school work, and in the real fight, what’s the use of working very hard now ?” Fellows, it is an awful mistake to adopt that philosphy. It is the philosophy of the weak, not of self-willed men. Now is the time when you have a grand opportunity to show your real worth. Are you going to do it by lying down on the job? If you do, you are a weakling; worse than that; you are yellow, and you lack the qualities of a real soldier. When the time comes for you to get into the actual warfare, well and good, then go to it! But is it going to do any good to bring rifles to school, and shoot them off in the class-room? No, fellows, your duty at this time is to stick right to your work in school, until the time comes for you to do something else. So let’s show a little more patriotism right here. Let’s have some stick-to-it-iveness, and see if we can’t raise, and not lower the standard of our school, and materially decrease that disgraceful number of names on the “Apud Inferos” Roll. □ □ T T OW many appeals are made to the students of a school, every year, in the name of school spirit? School spirit is a term that is not used in a broad sense. All students are urged to attend School Spirit each football game, to help the athletic association, to give aid in all campaigns; all in the name of school spirit. They are all deserving, and surely should receive the desired support of each student. Have any of the fellows at Bul-keley ever thought of school spirit in a different sense ? Have you ever thought of it in the true sense of the word ? The significance of school spirit is to aid in all things which are for the good and welfare of the school. Certainly the above things are for the good and welfare of the school. However, has an appeal ever been made to the scholars who are below in their studies, to brace up, in the name of school spirit ? Have the students ever been asked to care for school property, in the name of school spirit? Have the students ever been asked to refrain from rowdyism, in the name of school spirit ? Aren’t all of these for the good and welfare of the school? Just strain a little of that gray matter, and work this out. □ □ P NLY about fifty per cent, of the money pledged by the students to the Athletic Fund has been paid up. This means that unless the remaining pledges are paid in, the school will be Athletic Pledge placed in a false position. The sweaters for the football team will arrive in the course of a few days and there will be a large bill to settle. The members of the team have done their part by offering to meet any extra expense that has been caused by war-time conditions. Now, it is up to the students. Let everybody know that when a Bulkeley boy gives his word of honor, he means to back it up. STUDENTS Don’t miss the COMMENCEMENT - LIBERTY Issue of the NEWS The Most Pretentious issue ever attempted. 1. On sale Graduation Night at Lyceum Theatre. 2. Contains cuts of Commencement Speakers. 3. Original Patriotic Poem which is positively the best ever published in the NEWS. 4. History of School. 5. Koll of Bnlkeley Graduates in Service. (i. Bnlkeley Stews. ' VL KELE Y N E ITS School News TN the latter part of January, Mr. C. B. Jennings, New London’s honored and respected educator, visited the school. He talked to the students in regard to the Thrift Stamp campaign. A short outline of the expenses of the war was drawn before the students by him. He made an urgent appeal to the students to aid in all ways possible in this movement. □ □ npHE football team held a meeting during the month of December, and almost unanimously elected Thomas Sullivan as next year’s captain. Sullivan will make “some captain.” Here’s the best of wishes for the season of 1918. □ □ JA OBERT McBRIDE was elected football manager for next season, and is now hard at work on a schedule. □ 0 'HpHE Banjo-Mandolin Club has been re-organized, under the leadership of H. F. O’Neil, of the Senior class. The club at present consists of banjos and mandolins, but it is the hope of the members to extend the members to extend the organization throughout the school. □ 0 AT ISS MARY C. BROWNE vis- ited the school on February 4, and gave the students a very hearty invitation to join the Liberty Chorus, which meets every Tuesday at the W. M. I. □ 0 JOSEPH McCASTER, formerly of J the Junior class, visited the school. McCaster joined the medical baanch of the regular army, and is now stationed at Camp Lee, Petersburg, Va. He gave a long talk on life in the camps, and told of the good derived from his high school training. □ □ N February 1, the election of track manager was held at the school. Mr. Townenominated Keeney, Gray, Corcoran and Durivan. The school voted, and Corcoran was elected manager. He promises the school one of the best meets they have had in “some time”. Come out and help him along. □ □ A 1 'HE school has unanimously vo-ted to break its rule in giving the school letter, for the first time, in the case of McCaster. McCaster has played in what they call “hard luck”. The school all felt that he was deserving of his letter, and voted to give BULKELEY NEW r 21 him a sweater, and a “B”, before he leaves for France. □ □ SINGING has been taken up at school. A list of songs, with words only, have been given out to the students. This list is published by the Y. M. C. A. war work fund, and consists mostly of popular songs. All of the students are in favor of having singing as a recpiired study. Ockooneff, and Professor Daley accompany them. □ □ rPHE Senior dance, which held T in Plant Hall on Friday evening, January 25, proved to be one of the most enjoyable social events ever held in the history of the school. Keyes orchestra lived up to its high reputation by furnishing the very latest dance music. Peterson catered. It was with regret that the dancers were forced to stop. The committee in charge of the dance was: Clarence Gray, Edison Davis, Fred Ockooneff, Russell Corcoran, Evart Yarvots.and John Mallon. ra 0 The following few lines were inspired after spending a noon-hour at O’Leary’s on a meatless Tuesday. SONNET. TO AN EGG SANDWICH. Ye cursed hen fruit! Could I but have read The treachery that lurked within your heart I’d still have done my patriotic part And ordered up a plate of beans instead. But, nay; I trusted you; you looked so meek As ’tween the breads you lay, nor scarce did show Yourself—how can you say that I should know Thar you had so much of a yellow streak. I chose you from the many, tho, and then When needed turned you on me, yes, and ran My spotless shirt front down while others sate Around, and grins and gay guffaws from other men Met mutt’ring mouth and blushing brow—Oh, Man! Hereafter will I eat from off a plate. —T. C. liULKELEY NEWS 22 ’Tis a Cruel Worad, Boys. Mrs. Benj. Collins—“Oh! Benney, what do you think? I forgot to take the cake out of the oven, and its burned to a crisp.” Benney—“Well, all the fools are not dead yet.” “That’s lucky for me,” she admitted. “I don’t look at all well in black.” Extract from Wadleigh’s Theme. “The prisoner was in a perfect fever when he discovered the dete 5!ives were on his trail.” (Wadleigh refers to “spotted fever”.) The First Inventor. “Pa, who was the first inventor ?” “Adam, my son.” “What did he invent?” “The poor excuse.” She—“Who is that fellow you bowed to?” He—“That’s one of my classmates.” She—“But he didn’t return your bow.” He—“No, he never returns anything.” Fair One—“I dreampt last night that a handsome man proposed to me.” Handsome—“And did you accept me?” Who Won? Yarvots was feeling exceedingly unwell. He inquired of Flynn whom he should consult, and was recommended to an eminent specialist. “Is he very expensive?” he asked. “Why, no; he’ll charge you $5.00 for the first visit, and $2.50 afterward.” So Yarvots went off to thedo 5lor in question, and upon being admitted to the consulting room, stapped down $2.50, accompanied by the remark: “Well, Doc, here we are again.” The doctor calmly picked up the money, opened the drawer in his desk, placed it therein, and locked the drawer. “Well, aren’t you going to examine me?” asked Yarvots. “No,” said the specialist, “there’s no need to do it again. Just keep on with the same medicine. Good-day.” Henkle Scott—“Too bad we were not born rich instead of handsome.” Soltz—“It’s a bloomin’ shame to be deprived of both.” Corcoran to Snitkin—“Hello Ike, ol’ kid how’s the boy ?” Snitkin—“I haven’t any money.” li ULKELE Y NE WS 2S Davis—“I don’t see how you keep up in your studies. You work every afternoon and night.” Ockooneff—‘‘I don’t work, I play.” (Ockooneff plays the piano in the Empire Orchestra). Wadleigh—“I see here in the paper they are printing a list of people who are going to do without any more sugar. McBride—‘‘Let’s see it.” Wadleigh—‘‘There it is,” he said, as he handed over the page containing the obituaries, and hurriedly retreated. My sense of sight is very keen. My sense of hearing weak, One time I saw a mountain pass But did not hear its peak. Why, Ollie, that you failed in this Is not so very queer, To hear its peak, you should, you know, Have had a mountaineer. The mountain, peaked at this Frowned dark while Ollie gazed, A cloud o’erspread its lofty brow, And then the mountain side. If Ollie could not hear its peak. Or song of any bird, Of lambs or crows, upon its slope, Be sure the mountain herd. —Predecessor. Heard at the Senior Dance. H. O’Neill—‘‘Isn’t the floor wonderful?” Fain One (glancing at her pumps)—‘‘Yes, why don’t you dance on it ? The boy stood on the burning deck, The deck he refused to leave. He didn’t care if the deck burned down,— He had one up his sleeve. Professor—“O’Neil, Murphy, and Goldberg, 1,11 demerit both of you.” She—“So many men marry for money, now-a-days. You wouldn’t marry me for money, would you, Ted?” Britton (unconsciously)—“No, dear, I wouldn’t marry you for all the money in the world.” And when Ted woke up he wondered what he had said. Professor—“What makes the sea green?” Babbidge—“That’s too deep for me.” Teacher—“You have a wonderful base voice.” Durivan—“I’d much rather have a soprano; you know it’s much higher toned.” At the Senior Dance. He—“Who is that funny-looking old man standing over there by the punch bowl ?” She—Sh ! that’s my father.” Senior—“Is your brother very tall ?” Freshie—“Tall! Why, the other day, I was looking at him in a crowd and I saw a piece of thread hanging from one of his coat-tails.” It is rumored that when D---’18, wos first detailed aboard ship, he heard the bo’s’wn sing out: “All hands on deck.” Whereupon D------- threw himself face downward with his hands pressed upon the deck and the crew stepped all over him as they tumbled on deck. 24 BULKELEY NEWS Soph.—“Why does the poem “Camus” remind you of a brewery?” Senior—“Because it speaks of “waterv bier.” If. If you don’t feel just right. If you don’t sleep all night. If you moan and sigh. If your throat is dry. If you can’t smoke or chew, If your food tastes like glue. If your heart don’t beat, If you’ve got cold feet, If your head’s in a whirl, Why don’t you marry the girl ? —Exchange. Examiner—“How is South America divided ?” Pupil—“By earthquakes.” In Chemistry. Student—“Will T. N. T. burn without exploding ?” Mr. L.— “I am not a bit curious.” Heard in Commercial German. Frau Moll—“Decline the verb ‘verschla-ffen’.” Spicer—“All right. I decline with thanks.” News Literary Colnmn. All Story......................Whitcomb Modern Priscilla..........Henkle Scott Good Housekeeping.........Harold O’Neil Ladies Home Companion..............Boss Our Little Ones........McEnaney, Avery New Boy...................... Hamilton Musician......................Ockooneff Vogue...........................Yarvots Saturday Even. Post (W. Mystic).... Davis Physical Culture...............Polinsky Farm Journal...................Copeland Stenographer...................J. Lyons Boston American (comic sheet).....Soltz Unpopular Review (demerits) . ..Ockooneff Twentieth Century..............Babbidge NEWS CLASSIFIED COLUMN. Rates: Half-Cknt a Page. LOST—Harmony; finder please return to Harry Slutsky, Leader Bulkeley Orchestra. WANTED-—Man with wooden leg to mix bread. Apply Box M. WANTED—Fifty deaf mutes, to attend a musical and social, given by the Banjo-Mandolin Club. Seniors. Man was made from dust. Dust settles.— Are you a man? Then why don’t you settle uy for your class dues? Queer. “Every time the baby looks into my face, he smiles,” said Babbidge. “Well,” answered his wife, “it may not be exactly polite, but it shows he has a sense of humor.” The boy stood on the burning deck, The deck he refused to leave. He didn’t care if the deck burned down. He had another up his sleeve. “I hear Utley is is going to move his store.” That’s Utley impossible.” “How so?” “Why, Utley’s is a stationery stere.” li ULKELE Y NE TF 25 What do you think would happen if—■ There was perfect harmony between the faculty and the pupils? The lunch counter really sold nourishing food? Vocational ever beat Bulkeley? They took Room 9 away from us? Boser wasn’t on the honor roll? We had a perfect recitation in English? Bulkeley and W. M. I. were turned into a Co-Ed? Mallou was on time? McCraw would play a popular air? They seized all of the school’s coal? Clarence Gray didn’t make a success of a thing? An “If” for Girls. (With Apologies to Rudyard Kipling) If you can dress to make yourself attra 5live, Yet not make puffs and curls your chief delight. If you can swim and row, be strong and adtive, But of the gentler graces lose no sight; If you can dance, without a craze for dancing, Play, without giving play too strong a hold, Enjoy the love of friends without romancing, Care for the weak, the friendless, and the old; If you can master French, Greek, and Latin, And not acquire as well, a piggish mienr If you can feel the touch of silk and satin, Without dispising calico and jean; If you can ply a saw, and use a hammer, Can do a man’s work when the need occurs, Can sing, when asked, without excuse or stammer, Can rise above unfriendly snubs and slurs; If you can make good bread as well as fudges, Can sew with skill, and have an eye for dust; If you can be a friend, and hold no grudges, A girl whom all will love because they mvst; If, sometime, you should meet and love another And make a home with faith and peace enshrined, And you, its soul—a loyal wife and mother— You’ll work out pretty nearly to my mend, The plan that’s deen developed through the ages, And win the best that life can have in store, You’ll be my girl, a model for the sages— A woman whom the world will bow before. 2(1 11ITLKELE Y NE WS FOR the first time in a good many years, Bulkeley will not be a-ble to hold its annual track meet at the State Armory. After Track Manager Corcoran had completed all the plans for the event to be held on the evening of April 17, an order was issued, by which the use of the armory was given over to the sailors, to provide sleeping quarters for them. This prohibits routing the armory for any other purpose, and the Meet will therefore have to be postponed. Whether or not an outdoor track meet will be held, it is not known. Manager McBride has lost no time in arranging for next year’s football season. He has his schedule well under way, and Football it looks as if it were to some schedule. And Captain Sullivan says: “Nothing less than two victories over N. F. A. this year, boys.” Here’s to the 1918 season, boys, make il a banner one. Is Bulkeley to bs repreented on the diamond this year? That is a question that has held the attention of most of the students Baseball throughout the winter months. This year of-ers better opportunities than any in a long time. Plant Field will probably be available is we try hard enough to obtain the use of it. Why not oledl some fellows with some pep to look into the matter? Have all of the students get out and make a good team. Get in the scholastic league, and give back to Bulkeley the National sport, of which she has been so long deprived. BULKELEY NEWS 27 Squeals by the Squealer Well, fellows, here I am again, always questioning never answering, but that’s my portion. While speaking of questioning and answering, do you know that the Spanish stand their question mark on its head,; I’m rather inclined to think that it is a pretty neat custom, You know yourselves that there is many a question which to answer, would almost make you stand on your head. Try answering these, but don’t try standing on your head. Squealingly yours, The Squealer. Did those red marks blind you? Once more, any Juniors in short trousers? Do you know that chewing gum is manual labor? Have you paid your sweater pledge? What happened to the bowling teams? Does your father or mother sign your report? Is W. M. I. a sister school to Bulkeley, or Bulkeley a brother school to W. M. I.? Are you going to try for the track team? Have you noticed the different types of mankind in the Freshman class? Did you count the names of Bulkeley boys on the municipal Honor Roll? Are you buying thrift stamps? Have you missed your singing book yet? Uncle Sam needs you on a farm this summer, are you going? Do you belong to the M. N. N. Glee Club? What happened to those cute little Senior and Junior caps? Are you a member of the Red Cross? Can’t we have a rolling skate party? Did you read “Over the Top’’ by Empey? 11ITLKELE Y EE WS as Are you “helping the other fellow?’’ I do not approve of a questioning or printing criticism of one’s personal dress. What right has anyone, for we are all of the same clay, to publicly print a questioning of his schoolmate’s dress. What right, I repeat again, has anyone to ask the reason for the missing of his classmate’s collar? We are not endowed with a privilege so penetrating that we can question personal dress as to what it seems to lack. A student, vidtim of his schoolmates’ criticism may some day tower far above the head of those that criticized his perioual dress at school, he may even see his so-called dress critic without a collar, but he is too much of a gentleman to criticize the personal dress of anyone. And again, who is the Squealer? II f L EEL E ) ’ NE 11'S 2U The ‘News’ has been sent to the following papers. We hope that they will see tit to become one of our exchanges: The Aiademy Journal— Norwich Free Academy, Norwich, Conn. 1 he Artesian —Slate Trade Education Shop, Bridgeport, Conn. The Allerlei—Stonington High School, Stonington, Conn. The Buzzer— Avalon High School, Avalon, Pa. The Choate Nexus—The Choate School, Wallingford, Conn. The Focus—New Haven High School, New Haven, Conn. 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