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

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reaped its inevitable reward. We gladly subscribed the two cents required. News of our arrival, spread rapidly. Clarence Lund, whose sensational divorce scandals have graced the front pages of every newspaper in the civilzed world, was another caller. He told us confidentially that he was planning a book to be entitled 1 low to be Happy though Married.” The happy reunion was interrupted however, as the notes of a mournful dirge echoed beneath our window. A funeral was passing. It was that of our former class president “Bugs” Silva. We learned that he had been killed the evening before in a friendly dispute about seven or eleven. Snatching our hats and coats we rushed out and raced the procession to the cemetery where we gave “Begs” a hearty send-off, Senator Freeman Elder telling some anecdotes which brought tears to the' eyes of many. The whole gang then adjourned to Cooper’s Undertaking Parlors, in Jim Main’s Car which reminded us of the good old days. At Cooper’s place we made a night of it. “Bootleg” Davis furnished the stimulants and “Blue” Hetherington’s Syncopated Jazz Babies the Rythm. “Sour Dough” Lshenfelder, whose disillusioned sex plays are privately produced, and whose love scenes are considered more passionate than those of F. M. Hull, delivered a four hour talk on the “Evils of the American Home.” As he has been married and divorced once every year since leaving high school he is in a position to speak with authority. Mr. Eshenfelder’s speech was broadcasted in place of the usual bed-time story from station WHAM. The pleasant gathering broke up early the next morning. The agony quartet, composed of Greenblatt, Lubchansky, Bitgood. and Ames closed the session with the strains of that stirring melody “If you Haven’t had Your Breakfast, You’ll Want Your Dinner.

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Class $ropljeq 'I'he brilliant rays of the sun shone resplendent upon the thriving metropolis of New London. It was ten years since the c lass of 1924 had graduated from that now famous institution of learning, Bulkeley School. This was our first visit to the old town since that far distant day when we bid farewell to our classmates to take up a position with Tom Z. Sock-a feller. One glance at State Street convinced us that the class of 1924 was there with the goods. The second hand clothing store of Ulanoff and Ulanoff was having its weekly lire sale and the proprietors chatted with us between sales. They were doing a rushing business. A little further up the street we came upon a sad sight. A broken creature, once a man, was sitting- in front of the Five and Ten selling safety pins and pencils. It took more than one glance to assure us that it was none other than our friend “Red Sullivan. Sadly we tossed him a nickel and turned away. Then a flaring showbill arrested our attention. It read as follows: •I). K. I H'W AND COMPANY. AT THE CAPITOL, SUNDAY NIGHT ONLY. A GALAXY OF YOUTH AND BEAUTY, SCORES OF PRETTY GIRLS HOT FROM BROADWAY 1 ! !” Poor lad! If he had not been kicked out of Oxford he might have gone far. Thus musing upon his sad fate we were nearly run down by a limousine which was tearing down State Street with a fine disregard for human life. The oaths and imprecations of the crowd testified to the esteem in which the owner was held. We gathered that it was that blank, blank guy, Davis. Made his pile back in the twenties, bootlegging. Wife left him when he took to opium . Now we decided to have a look at the seventy-five story Kilburne building. The Class of 1924 seemed to have a monopoly on the place, for many office doors were lettered with familiar names. We talked of old times with Mr. Hamlen, the elevator boy, grown grey with years of faithful service. “Yes boys”, he remarked as we left, “I’ve made lifting my life work.” The first office we entered was that of P. J. Boras who owns a string of restaurants as long as a bread line. We learned from him that our old friend Oscar Rutman is expected to graduate with the class of 1938. He is certainly to be congratulated on his perseverance. Suddenly in breezed Romeo Cleveland. He is to be complimented on his success in the forging business, at which he has made more money than Ponzi. He was taking up a collection to build a suitable memorial at Cedar Grove for George Cohen, whose suicidal attempt at lion taming

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Senior (Buesttonnaire Best All-around Man .......... Most Brilliant ............... Most Respected ............... Host Athlete ................. Most Modest .................. Did Most For Bulkeley ........ Did Most For Our Class ....... Biggest (irind ............... Best 1 iresser ............... Luckiest ..................... Most Energetic ............... Wittiest...................... Best Natured ................. Tallest ...................... Most Unselfish ............... Noisest ...................... Biggest Drag with the Faculty Needs it Most ................ Thinks He's Funniest ......... Most Likely Bachelor ......... Best Musican ................. Most Likely Benedict ......... Bulkeley’s Greatest Need ..... Most Helpful Activity ........ .......... Silva ........... Main ....... Mariano ...... Kilburne ......... Brown ........ Wemple .......... Dunn ...........Boras .... S. Lubchansky ......... Cohen .......... Lund .... Eshenfelder ......... Silva ....... T. Elder ..... Greenblatt ....... O’Conner .........Wemple ......... Cleary ......... Cooper ........ Toupasz ............Ames .......... Brown A Smoking Room .. Crap Shooting