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

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4 BULKELEY NEWS Will some Seniors of the English Class ever buy eir English books on time and so not get kicked out of ass? It may be seen what the Seniors are up against in iriting English themes when several of them copy from •well known book and are told that the theme is poor ' Why didn’t the Freshmen or Sophomores organ-; their classes sooner ? I Why does Lyons bite his finger nails ? Hasn’t he a liir of scissors ? Kiely says he would (as you might know he would). !ould you ? The interest taken in a real good school debate could t placed in a little thimble and rattled all around, his school in winter is like a bear. It goes off some-here and sleeps all season. ; Why is it that when Hanover approaches a group of :niors they all remember previous engagements and rye quite hastily. ; A little vaudeville act is given practically every day the third period by Denison and Grant. Denison nces a few original jigs and Grant cracks some very od jokes. I hope there aren’t any fellows who have forgotten Butts ” Harris. I wonder how long Denison has been studying Ivanced geometry. He always seems to get original jofs for his therorems and figures that are beyond the mprehension of most high school students. That little ditty about the Bullfrog and the Bulldog juld make a good school song for this place. There ; so many of both animals here. Is there any one to whom “ Deathwind ” Nelson es not owe money ? Why do they call Jack Mac Mahon “ Sloppy ’’ ? Why did Dray and Cassara get oval neck sweaters ? 1 wonder how many Seniors have made any progress their graduation thesis ? Do the lower classmen especially the Freshmen have' track meets or tag tournaments in the coat room ? Fromf the way they knock down and walk over the coats one would think that the coats were doormats with welcome printed on them in large, bold type. Why does Turner go out to the Housing Corpora-! tion property so often ? Is Shafner going to be a philosopher or a woman-? hater ? Prof. Lawrence seems to be making some of these Justices of the Supreme Court of Chemistry Recitation! Period resign and take a seat where they belong. When will the Senior English Class take up a coW lection to buy Bent a cuspidor ? The nightingale of the study hall was found to be a black bird. Do the lower classmen know on what set of hooks j they are supposed to hang their hats and coats on? How does O’Neil get room for his feet under hisi desk? The Freshmen seem to live up to old traditions.! They even clap themselves when they have the lowest; class average. They may consider themselves lucky t« do that well. ■ ' Is the laboratory McCombs home or just his rest room ? I think he ought to be donated a bed. Gipstein sure is a shark in chemistry. Wonder if l| could obtain good chemistry marks if I sat near the deskJ Pungent odor! Phew! Write on that. Your nose knows! If we have any more fraternities in school we will all have a little fraternity of our own. Does Hancock hold a target practice in Chemistry Recitation periods ? Just so long as it does not happen again it will be all right. Have the Juniors got swelled heads or just a natural expansion of the brain ? How many fellows know that Joe Becker s nicknarcjj is Humpty ?

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BULKELEY NEWS ‘ §qu ala bg tfjp j ?AY FELLOWS — Im going to let you in on a J little secret history concerning the past history of ' these pages. The publication of a page in the lleley News known as Squeals by the Squealer was t result of an idea of a former Bulkeley student, tanas C. Gannon, of the class of 1919. When Mr. Janon was a junior at Bulkeley in the latter part of ‘[117 he sent to the editors of the News the first Veals by the Squealer. He was able to keep his witity unknown until he became editor-in-chief of the t-sws in his Senior year. The writings of the Squealer proved to be very ?ular with the student body and its founder felt sorry pile must part with this child of his mind. However tai the literary efforts of the students began to arrive hands of the editor of the News, Mr. Gannon »overjoyed to find that someone had taken up the i of “ carrying on ” the writings of the Squealer, is “ someone ” later proved to be Merrill M. Bergen, who continued to write the Squealer duting his ■cioryear, 1919. During the School year, 19 19-20, James McCarthy continued the pages of the Squealer. The Squealer is now being written by—well, for [■t— by The Squealer. When is the football manager to be elected ? Why did “ Black Man ” change his seat in Spanis It is quite interesting to note that we have a prosp tive fire chief in our midst. It’s a shame Cassara got a white sweater, he mi rub all the exaggerated tan off the back of his neck. Judging by the empty seats mornings in the Juni section, they lead the school in tardiness as well as, averages. Is it to hide a dirty collar that Smith has his c collar turned up all the time ? There are quite a few fellows who seem to think singing period Friday is a recreation or play peri Some of the fellows ought to take the singing m seriously. The instructor in singing cannot get al very well if some few fellows are continually grabbin chance to whisper or detract the attention of the res the school by some caper. All of you fellows voter,; have singing and to get singing books so let s take singing period more seriously and get all that we from the instructions.

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The town of Niantic ought to establish a home for lyoung men of New London so that they would not Lto walk into New London in the fog, rain and mud (bout one o’clock in the morning. It sure is a relief that the Freshmen have stopped for bort time anyway those most intricate and fascinating clboard games. Louis Round has a rival this year. Do you know o he is ? Well it won’t take long to guess. Berger is acquiring some distinguished habits even t1 patting the back of his head. Is Chidsey one of the seven world wonders ? H seems to think so. Have you found out who is THE SQUEALER ? SPRING! ...OR... OH BREWSTER! WHERE IS THY NECK?? The sun was rising- in the west, As it slowly sank from sight. The birdies were crowing lustily, And the moon was shining bright. The snakes were flying thru the air, Cows flapped each feathery wing, And the dried up brook as it ran along, Merrily chortled, “ Spring!” Upon the hills high topmost peak, Down in the canyon drear, A wooden house all made of brick, To us now doth appear. The dog purred on the green ridge pole, And the goats swung in the swing The tigers ba-a-ad in the village street And all things dumb cried, “ Spring! ” Night soon came on, the peaceful scene Was bathed in rays of gold The white snow fell, and every flake Ecstatically rolled The shooting stars delirious stood And with a calm “ Bing! Bing! ” They swallowed up the earth, roared, “ ’Tis Spring! ’Tis Spring! ’Tis Spring!” — SCHAP. There was a young lady from Guam, Who said, “ Now the sea is so caum, I will sing for a lark.” But she met with a shark We will now sing the 99th psuam. Scrap