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

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BULKELEY NEWS 5 “good” cartoon and in a few days we were in receipt of one. Our cartoonist stayed in Bulkeley at least long enough to instill in himself that “olde time school spirit.” After leaving Bulkeley, Bob settled down in front of a drawing stand and began the uphill climb to renown cartooning. In spite of all obstacles our cartoonist pushed ahead until he began to make contracts with large art syndicates. Then came the clarion call, “to arms—to arms.” Bob Morris answered the call; he enlisted; he went across, and instead of facing a drawing stand he faced blood-hungry Huns for the protection of you and I. Even with all the cries, the tears, the heartaches, Bobby always saw the brighter side of life. During his service abroad members of the News staff received letters from him and every letter had a cartoon in it which showed Bob’s philosophy on the outcome of the war better than a hundred written volumes could have done. If everyone could have seen the glorious future as Morris did, the Germans wouldn’t have clung on as long as they did. When the boys came home Cartooning Bobby was among them with a gold chevron on his arm, but more noticeable, a smile on his face. Many no doubt like to know Robert Morris as a veteran of the World War, but for Bob himself he would rather have you know him in his chosen profession, that of a cartoonist. Cheers, dinners, and welcomings—Bob never had anything against them, but we noticed he soon emerged among the “passing throng” in his civies. Modest Bobby. We could continue writing about Robert Morris as a soldier, but our readers may wish to recognize him as a cartoonist. They have but to turn to page 18 of this magazine—for by his work ye shall know him. We shall enter upon no ecomium for Bob Morris—there he stands; judge for yourself. S?nl| to 5)rlp. TT has often occured during oratorial contests at the Bulkeley graduations that to decide the winner of the medal was a difficult task. Many times it has required a long debate of the judges, and in the end terminating in a partial disappointment of the audience This was never due to an unfair decision of the judges, but to the varied appreciations of talent among the audience. In the majority of cases the decision rests between two speakers, each of whom have about an equal number among the audience and judges who consider him the winner. Of course the laurels can only be placed on one for there has been but one prize. It is a medal donated through the generosity of Mr. Percy C. Eggleston. The staff of the BULKELEY NEWS realizes the perplexity in deciding the winning orator. At the same time we wish to lend a helping hand. Therefore the staff of the NEWS, beginning with the graduation of the Class

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4 bulkeley news today, before they become the men of your city tomorrow? I hen will you help us to have a public graduation? To the Alumni of Bulkeley School: Do you believe that greater New London should be present at an exercise so momentus as that of a Bulkeley School graduation? Are you not willing to see the graduation of 1919 held as it was held for you? If so let it be known. Make your beliefs your convictions. To the Trustees of Bulkeley School: Can a mere saving of dollars and cents blind you to see the beauties of a public graduation? Can it make you claimants of a graduation in the school instead of in the Lyceum Theatre? Will it make you an instrument of hindrance in our effort? Do you believe that graduation should be for a chosen few, and not an invited all ? Trustees, we trust you for the truth. To the Faculty of Bulkeley School: Are you not the corporals in this army with its slogan of Graduation in the Lyceum?” Are you not going to express the opinions of your squads? Are you not going to lead us over the top to victory? If you are, then advance. You will not find us wanting. To the Class of 1919: Classmates, there is no need of us questioning you. • We have too long been side by side not to know our platform in this campaign for a public graduation. But there is an argument which we would like to put berore you and that is to adopt the cap and gown as the dress attire of our graduation. The days when colleges alone were the users of the cap and gown have now passed. Many of the high schools now advocate its adoption, New Haven High School, for instance. If the trustees should want to economize on the graduation let us do the economizing personally by the cap and gown. Nine out of every ten graduates feel they must buy a new suit for the commencement exercises and suits are very expensive just now. V hile for about three dollars each geaduate could rent a cap and gown. Outside of the economic saving it creates a uniformity of appearance and ‘that democratic equality” which should be the atmosphere of every graduetion. Think it over seriously, you graduates, and then fling boquets or vegetable rosettes for the adoption of the cap and gown. ©ur Cartoonist • G ROBERT MORRIS, JR., has again come forward and sent 11s another one of his much appreciated cartoons. Bob has always been a good . sport that way. All we had to do was to tell him that the News could use a

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6 BULKELEY NEWS of 1919, will give a five dollar gold piece to the orator named by the judges as second best in the delivery of his oration. If the judges decide there is a tie for second place a five dollar gold piece will be given each holder of second honors. The prize is not given in any sense as a material reward, for it is too meager. But it is donated with the purpose of obtaining a more wider and satisfactory recognition of talent. We hope that our intentions will be met with approval by both the judges and the audience at graduation. Who Is He? There’s a dude who fools his way at school, A smile on his face, and a shine on his shoe; A diamond stick pin, and a stride on him too. Believe thouest me, he’s some slick dude. His hair is combed down all ’round his crown, The walls of his temples as thick as a clown; He walks with a spring like a swinging gate, He comes to school tho’ he’s always late. He goes to his classes with one lonely thought, “Though I’m always late, I’ll never get caught, I’ll slip in a seat that’s nearest the door, It won’t be long; I’ll be free once more.” He forgets his books, then thinks he’s swell, He hates his lessons; his teachers—oh well. Yet he expects 100 for being so slow, But when the marks are out he’s 30 or so. —Sisson '21