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

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BUEKELEY NEWS 17 to the firer. This was too much for Dickson. He dropped the unfaithful firearm—scrambled down the back stairs, and ran out of the house. Brown watched, much to his delight, the fleeing form of the “Invincible Courage’ ’ disappear below the summit of the hill. —Charles D. Wolverton '20, It’s Pathetic ( That's where the humor comes in.) To end my worldly miseries, Did I think to do one day; I bought a rope and pistol, Which should have been O. K. I got the rope all ready, Stood on a chair up high. Clutched the pistol in my hand, And then I tried to die. I stood there for a moment, And thought an awful lot; I thought of down below me, And I thought ’twould be too hot. I therefore dropped the pistol, And the rope I loosed with haste; Just think my patient readers, All this had gone to waste. But if my next report card, Is still red, white and blue; My first attempt at suicide, I will again renew. J. Greenes '20

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16 BULKELEY NEWS A Ghost Story. you fellows make me tired” said Dickson, “I don’t believe in ghosts anyway.” “You can talk that way all you want to,” retorted Brown, “but I bet you would be as scared as I was, if you had been in my position coming up the road past the old shack in that lane leading off the main road near the mill late at night with no moon shining.” (He winked at his companions). The men had been talking about ghosts, and Dickson had shown his contempt for anyone who believed in such things. Brown had made up the story which he told them in order to try Dickson’s so-called invincible courage. “When was this?” asked Dickson. “Night before last,” answered Brown, “I heard chains clanking.” “Huh, only your imagination,” said Dickson. “Well, I bet you ten dollars that you don’t dare sleep there to-morrow night.” “All right,” said Dickson, “I will go out there at seven o’clock and have the laugh on you in the morning.” “Don’t be too sure,” answered Brown. The following evening, Brown dropped in on Dickson just before seven o’clock to escort the bravo to the phantom shed. “What will we do if a ghost does show up?” he asked. “Use this,” said Dickson, producing a gun. He laid it down while he got together a few bedclothes. Brown seized the opportunity to empty the gun of cartridges and fill-the chambers with blanks. By this time, Dickson had got together the few articles that he needed and picked up the gun. Brown accompanied him to the supposedly haunted house and then returned home chuckling to himself. Brown waited until nearly twelve o’clock, and then, taking a sheet with him, he made his way to the haunted house. He entered secretly, and went up the hall to the door of the room in which his friend was sleeping. He then donned the sheet and, taking a short chain with which he had provided himself, he opened the bedroom door. His friend was asleep. He clanked the chain and groaned until the sleeping man awoke and demanded who was there. Dickson receiving no answer pointed the gun at the white figure and fired. Brown took a slug from his pocket and tossed it at Dickson. The Invincible Courage” fired again with the same result. Again he fired and again a slug hit him. He began to sweat with fear. “What was this object that was able to deflect bullets from its body so that they returned and hit the person firing them ?” Aiming the pistol trembling once more, Dickson fired at the mysterious form. Again the bullet was returned

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18 BULKELEY NEWS JUST REMEMBER—