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

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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.

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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.”

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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.”