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

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14 BULKELEY NEWS the suburbans. The mule is not expected to live. Your rich aunt who died when you was here is still dead and doing nicely. Hope this letter finds you the same. After she died they found fifteen thousand dollars in an old bussel which she left behind, so you are no longer a poor man. You will be able to afford a bag of salty peanuts in nigger heaven for Tessy now. Your cousin, Maurice Stanley Gipstein, will go to work this morning; the job will last about six months, but the judge said he might get out sooner on good behavior. Business has been dull since you left, especially the saloon business. It s a good thing we have to close next July as we would close anyway, since Babbidge, Beran, and Woodworth have acquired the Bevo habit. I will close now, with regards. I do not feel well, I have been playing the vi-all-in. Yours respectable, C. Kuester. The owner may have the above letter on personal application to the Squealer. I am glad to see that Horace McConnell has fixed his desk. 1 he board of trustees ought to vote him a scholarship in recognition of his services, or else give him a life membership in the Carpenters’ Union. It was writh great pleasure that I read Phil’s article in the News”. It was some article, you have to hand it to him. He is There. That’s what I call wit. Let’s hope that we continue to see his valuable contributions. Have you heard our new Freshman Orchestra ? It’s a PIPPIN—Whew! Haven’t we a lovely piano here in school ? Wouldn’t it be a good idea to take up another collection and have it tuned ? You know it’s very easy to write knocks but it’s a good deal harder to be the object of them. However, I do it with the intention of helpfulness and not meanness. Think it over-----------No, Mr. Phillips isn’t the Squealer.

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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

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BULKELEY NEWS 15 The more I see W. M. I. girls inveigling our pure and simple minded Seniors into buying them sodas, the more I appreciate the fact that Eve was crazy for an apple herself. The list of averages that came out last month looked like a record of the temperature, at the North Pole. And that Dramatic Club----Et tu Juniors. It certainly would be a shame if I were to leave this article without a few good words for Jimmy. He certainly tries hard to please the boys. He is one good fellow. Let us hope that he will continue to be one of the honored institutions of old Bulkeley. Well, as our friend Carl Kuester would remark,-As I have nothing to say, and wishing to say it, I will close with one last question,-Who is The Squealer ? 4