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

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22 BULKELEY NEWS Fowler’s Flament. I fox trot, one-step, and shimmie all day, Each night it is three when my shanks hit the hay; I hound the tea dancers and guzzle the tea. Sweet girls and their mothers go wild over me. Indifference. “That’s an awful Jane you travel with, Bab.” Bab walks away whistling “She’s Venus de Milo to Me.” Whiton’s Wheeze. Its feet were raised on wooden pegs That threw them out of line; Its shoulders seemed to counterfeit Kyphosis of the spine. With oppressive scent ’twas tainted And its phig was brightly painted, Any student here acquainted With this specimen of MINE ? The things we admire most in other men are the qualities we should develop in ourselves. Think it over. We wish to introduce Mr. James Russell Lowell, a cultivated gentleman, an American, a writer of charm, a man of books, one who browsed around in a library of four thousand volumes, for whom it was easy to say things in the form of a quotation, a good critic and interpreter with ideas of his own. He was a democrat—in fundamental ways one of the deepest we have ever had. To him democracy was more than a scheme of government—it was a spirit of life whose mission would not be fulfilled until every man strong in his personal independence was linked to his fellow man through a free and joyous co-operation based on intelligence. “Boy, page Mr. Le Paige, he has been sticking the hotel.” —Phil. Think it over.

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BULKELEY NEWS 21 III. equator freshman math. Bolshevism bunch Germany Latin idealism Look at each word on the left, think what it means, and holler out loudly the word that means just the opposite. The score is the time in seconds; five seconds is rotten, one month is fair. “Eternity is such a long, long time.” Post-War Paragraphs. A hundred thousand captured Huns, a million more or less of guns. De-loused machines and tons and tons of German-made commodities. Some cannon and some cooking stoves and generals, captains, other coves were chased behind in droves and droves along with other oddities. Our line extends from left to right, along the Meuse, thence to the height of Brandeville and out of sight. It really is too long to note. We’ve captured many a town and wood and hill and vale where towns have stood, we’ve taken everything we should and tied the can to Willie’s goat. The captured roads are poor, not fair, supplies are normal everywhere; Morale is quite beyond compare, the men are all in clover. The visibility now is fine—there are no Germans on the Rhine. So let’s uncork a little wine, the awful war is over. He is a type particularly worried about “when do we eat.” He will cheerfully rise on his hind legs when occasion warrants. He knocks everything and everybody including his own classmates and officers but that is his privilege. If a lower classman attempts to do it, he instantly spoils him for all future use. He is raipd with his hands if not with his head. He has a deep abiding love for all Freshmen. He has a wild antipathy for anything that looks like Latin. He has the nerves of a man, the mind of a child, and the temperament of a prima donna. A Jeneral View of a Junior.

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BULKELEY NEWS 23 Nocturne When a guy is agin it, an’ Things ain’t breakin’ just quite right; When da cards is runnin’ Rotten, an’ it seems no use tuh fight; When da birds for yuh quit Singin’, an’ your troubles sink yuh deep— Yuh can always dope it out, Muh boy, just afore yuh goes tuh sleep. It always takes ’bout ten Minutes tuh get tuh sleepin’ good and soun’: An’ dat’s da time tuh start A thinkin’ how tuh get your troubles down. If your habits got yuh Goin’, an’ yuh hittin’ up da booze, Now’s da time yuh want Tuh think ’bout it most— afore yuh snooze. Den yuh sink down in da Covers an’ gets snuggled in da hay; But your mind just starts in Workin’ on da things yuh done all day. Yuh just sum up all your Troubles, an’ subtracts ’em from da joys— Den yuh goes to sleep A smilin’, an’ a whole lot better boy. —H. Noyer 21