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

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BULKELEY NEWS 27 St. Peter—“Well, who are you !” Candidate—“I am a student.” St. Peter—“Do you read the Bulkeley News ?” Candidate—“I do.” St. Peter—“Do you write for it ?” Candidate—“I do not.” St. Peter—“First elevator down.” Fowler—“How wo ild you like to have a pet monkey ?” She—“Oh, this is so sudden.” Judge—“What is your age madam?” Fair One—“I’ve seen thirty-two summers.” Judge—“How long have you been blind ?” Interested. “Your name, please. Miss?” “Iona Carr.” “Oh, do you ? What make ?” MacDonald’s Father (as D. safely creeps into bed)—“Donald, what time is it?” D.—“One o’clock.” (Clock strikes four) Father—“My, how that clock stutters.” How True. We always laugh at teacher’s jokes No matter what they may be ’Tis not because they’re funny But because it’s policy. Hard To Telu. Sullivan—“I tell you, no man can fool my wife.” Beran—“Then how did you get her?” Teacher (In Senior Commercial German) —“This year is now rapidly approaching its finish.” Voice from the rear—“So are we.” French teacher—“What is the French for monkey ?” Gipstein—“La Polinsky.” Fitzgerald—“Miss Gladys, may I have your hand for the dance?” Gladys—“Yes, if you promise to keep off my feet.” Theorem—You love a girl. To prove that—She loves you. By hyp.—All the world loves a lover. She loves you.

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26 BULKELEY NEWS Courtesy The Day THEODORE BRITTON Football Mttr- 1919 HERE is our newly elected football manager for 1919. You all know him, or at least you should for he has held a conspicuous place in all of Bulkeley’s affairs for the last few years. He is a Foot Ball manager that should be one, as a reward for his excellent school spirit, if nothing else. In his very first year at Bul-keley he tried out for the team, and by hard and faithful work was made regular guard under Capt. “Toby” May. While in one of these games he received a severe injury to his ear which prevented him from playing the remainder of that season. Nevertheless at the very first call for volunteers for the 1917 squad, Britton was there despite his injury and condition from recent illness. Again while in a very close “battle” he suffered serious injuries to his back, which, upon the physician’s advice caused him to abandon football for that season, although very reluctantly. And during last year’s practice and games “Ted” was generally present to give his valuable and willing advice in tackling, falling, passing, or any part of the game. Britton’s activities did not embrace athletics alone. No, he was President of his Sophomore class and is now President of the present Junior class. He is a member of the Phi Alpha Mu Sigma fraternity and was sent to represent the school at the Older Boys’ Conference last February. When Bulkeley had military training, “Ted” was first lieutenant of Company A. His past record goes to show that he is a worker and his deeds as a football player will be, no doubt, on the level with his accomplishments as football manager. He has arranged several out-of-town games, and when his schedule is complete, it will evidently be as attractive as any of late years. Let’s hope that Manager Britton and Captain Babbidge with the support of the school will compose an A 1 eleven. These are the men who by their faithful services on the gridiron are to be remembered by sweaters and B’s: McBride, manager, Sullivan, capt., Beran, Babbidge, MacDonald Mansfield, Stewart, Barber, Bra-gaw, Howard, Noyer, Fitch, Joseph Mclnnis, John Mclunis, aud last but not least, Coach Phillips. You don’t have to think it over, he is surely worthy of that woolen garment and May B. —F. T. Gannon '20

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28 BULKELEY NEWS Thb Frishman’s Lament. “I -wish I were a Senior And with the Seniors stand, With a pony in my pocket And a Cicero in my hand.” Fowler—“Well, McBride, is there as much billing and cooing as there was before marriage ?” McBride— The billing has increased largely.” Mclnnis—‘‘It’s a burning shame !” Skip—‘‘What’s a burning shame ?” Mclnnis—‘‘That pipe of yours.” Breathes there a man With soul so dead Who never to himself has said When he stubbed his toe against the bed ?!?!”?-)”? ‘‘Mr. Britton proposed to me, mama.” “And you accepted him, I hope ?” “No mother, I could never love a man with red hair.” “But, my dear girl, you should consider that he has very little of it.” T. Gannon—“I think there are microbes in kisses.” She—“Have you tried one of mine?” She—“If you had never met me, would you love me just the same?” Babbidge (convincingly)—“Yes dear, more.” Here lies the body of Sally Round, Lost at sea and never found. A Wet One. Hamilton—“Ever hear the story of the fountain ?” Beebe— “No, spring it.” Why Another ? Father—“You say you love my daughter?’ McBride—“Love her, my dear sir ! Why, I would die for her. For one soft glance from her lovely eyes I would throw myself from yonder cliff, and perish.” Father—“Indeed ! Well, I’m something of a liar myself, and I fancy one is enough in a small family like mine.” Two interned American gobs went into a restaurant in Holland and ordered “Turkey with Greece.” The waiter said, “I am sorry, but I can’t Servia ” The gobs said, “Call the Bosphorous.” The Boss came and said, “I am sorry, boys, but I don’t like to Russia but you cannot Rumania.” So they left Hungary. —Ex. Sunday School Teacher—“God does not blame you for what you do not know.” Pupil—“I wish the High School teachers were more God-like.” Only good-looking people are to read this : •paipouoa os aq i.uppioM i —Ex. There is some comfort in belonging to the orchestra. Members are not expelled to laugh at vaudeville jokes. Our idea of a pessimist is a man who lies on a sick bed and figures out how much his funeral will cost. Dark night One bench Clouds gather Couple drenched. “My son,” said a stern parent, “I dislike your low ways !”