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

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12 bulkeley news Squeals by the Squealer Again we have received these anonymous letters. We print them by request of the author. — The Editor. Well, fellows, here I am again. This time I intend to make my article very personal. I hope you will forgive me. I take the liberty to welcome Mr. Stevens, instructor in English tfnd Latin, to our Faculty. While I am at it, I may as well thank him for acting upon my suggestion as to the debate. It’s a lucky thing I am unknown or I would be strangled by the Senior Class for starting it. Mr. Sample, greetings. We all like you and appreciate your feelings of good will towards us. I am sure your sentiments are reciprocated by the whole school. While sitting here thinking of what to write, it occurs to me that they ought to start a paper at Sing-Sing called the “White and Black.” Now to get down to matters of great importance. You know, it just occurs to me that Round’s pretty little embroidered collar looked so natural on him that it was hardly noticed,-except by ONE. Once upon a mid-day dreary, as we pondered meek and leery, the head Collaborator came down the aisle and stopped before a desk in which the waste papers of uncounted centuries had accumulated. “Ah!” quoth he, “Evidently Mr. Slutsky sits here.” At this, one of

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BULKELEY NEWS 11 money, and that general exception is Jimmie MacMahon. According to Hoyle, Jimmie was asked by his employer to do some financial collecting. The elements must have been against Jimmie for it was raining that day. He said the rain made the figures blurr. I guess they did more than that—they must have made the job blurr; at least, Jimmie isn’t holding it down any more. March 16. Today is Sunday and Sunday is church----for some. But in the afternoon a number of B. B. go up to Norwich to look or overlook the blushing maids of the hilly town. It seems to me that a city as inland as Norwich is certainly fortunate in having so many fish. March 17. Hurrah! St. Patrick’s day and the wearing of the green. We girls decorated ourselves in the memorial color, but none of us had anything on Brick Fowler’s Vanloou collar and green tie. More Irish in the boy than most of us think. March 18. Terrible catastrophe today. I was handed 3 demerits at at once—oh mama. March 19. Great news by B. L. P. (Bulkeley Lesswire Press). Bob McBride and Pendleton have anchored in a new harbour of attraction; it being as I have learned a candy store at the end of Connecticut avenue. I’ll let you guess the end. For Bob’s sake, I hear he finds the company of the new attraction more entertaining than that of W. M. I. sophomores. March 20. We adopted a French orphan at school today. Up till this evening none of the girls have seen the orphan or even heard from his parents. —Killian Lester '21

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BULKELEY NEWS 13 the students braver than the rest ventured to say, “Yes Sir, evidently. But now he has forsaken old Bulkeley and is teaching the doctrine of Socialism to the ignorant masses with the vain hope that he might in some dark and mysterious way kindle the remaining spark of intelligence in their hearts. When he found it impossible to become Principal of Bulkeley, he decided to become President of the United States on the Bolshivist platform.” “Indeed, well perhaps he had better reform himself first.” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.” That singing in the morning is a good thing. But how about singing the school songs? I’ll bet half the Freshmen don’t know that we have them. Isn’t it strange how those who had military cards to fill out generally failed to find anyone at home to give the desired information. When will Babbidge finish “shifting” ashes and start to shift for himself ? What is the underlying cause for buying Bulkeley pennants at Wool-worth’s at ten cents apiece and trying to sell them to the Seniors at a quarter? It would be bad enough if they tried to skin the Freshmen. How do they expect to extract a quarter for a worthless thing like those pennants when some fellows go so far as dropping buttons in the collections that go for a good cause ? Ask McConnell, he knows. I hate to be critical (?) but it seems to me that from Norberta to Lillian is an awful jump,—even for Greenes. LOST AND FOUND. The following letter was picked up under Mr. Gipstein’s desk. Dear Abraham: As I have nothing to do and wish to do it I thought I would take my pen and bottle of ink in my hand and typewrite you a few letters. Please excuse this lead pencil. We are all well at present except my sister she was kicked by a mule in