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

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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

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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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BULKELEY NEWS 7 The Seven Wonders of Bulkeley School. O DOUBT every pupil who has reached this advanced stage of his educational career has read or heard a little concerning the Seven Wonders of the World. Nevertheless there is a large proportion of us who have never made the acquaintance of the still more famous and interesting Seven Wonders of Bulkeley School. Since this is the case allow me to give you all an informal introduction, and quiz you about them. We will all admit that Old Bulkeley is classed as a marvel because of its out-put (not put-out) of prominent men consisting of lawyers, doctors, congressmen, clergymen, merchants, professors and newsboys. Yet the wonders that assisted in the moulding of their notable characters are not so familiar to us and they will be the subject of my questions. First we have the elevated ladder in the cloak-room. By what athletic promoter or far-sighted janitor was this gymnastic exerciser erected? Was this the sole instrument intended for the preparation of our renouned warriors of the track, diamond, and gridiron? Who can tell the date of its erection or its past history? The next time you go downstairs perform a few tricks on these self-blistering rungs and try to solve its antiquity. We will now turn our attention to the wall clock in Room 1. Its tireless hands never ceased long enough to permit them to write an auto-biography of its turning so I am at sea to relate its origin. Consequently I will restore to questioning. Was it the present of some “timely” graduating class or the remembrance of a prosperous alumnus? Well, what a trifling matter it is anyway so long as it continues to fulfill its chief function, that of telling us when good old 1.30 is at hatid. The third marvel is the marble fireplace directly under the previously foretold wonder. Doesn’t it seem a queer and out of the way place for such a sample of architecture? Was it ever deemed necessary to revert to this primitive method of heating? Did the architect have in mind the sitting-room of a certain stately colonial mansion? Well, it is obvious that it is there although its presence is unaccounted for and if some enterprising senior class would like to hold an old-fashioned pop corn festival they will know where to obtain an important factor of the ceremonies. Of course we are all familiar with Room 7. “The Cafeteria,” or Physical Laboratory. But why those ornamented lunch chairs? This species of furniture is seldom referred to as a part of a class-room. To a stranger these chairs surely present a most fascinating and amusing appearance with their artistically carved initials, trade-marks, slogans, numerals, pic-