Hudson High School - True Blue Yearbook (Hudson, WI)

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TRUE BLUE Air —Forsaken. 21 Forsaken, Forsaken, Forsaken am I Like a stone in the causeway, my buried hopes lie, I go to the church yard my eyes fill with tears, And kneeling I weep there my love loved. Air—Cupid Might. Honey is honey so they say, So said a busy bee who passed our way. Honey is honey on a wintry day, While working and while in play. Our class is color blind, what will we do? Couldn’t tell green from white or True Blue, For all we know to the contrary. Air—How Can I Leave Thee. How can I leave thee, how can I from thee part, Thou only hast my heart, sister believe. Air—Mr. Volunteer. We’re only a part of the Hudson High, For this we hold it dear. We surely must be the only class, We’re dignified ’tis clear; No one’s mother’s heart will ache, Cause we have giv’n them cheer. Air—Strike up the Band. Strike up the band Here comes a Senior; Books off his hand, on good demeanor; and— Air—Tale of the Bumble Bee. Where ’er we roam, we will come back to thee. There’s kind spots in our hearts, And they’re only for thee. (Repeat.) Air—Strollers. Seniors we, oh, so blithe and free, We’re happy go lucky, We’re jolly and plucky, as you may see, A lively class, through the world we pass; We’re always contented, we’re always contented.

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20 TRUE BLUE bility in our great manufacturing cities where coal is being burned. Recent discoveries of oil fields seem now to make the outlook for a substitute of Coal and wood quite probable. By means of valves the supply of oil used may be regulated, and even shut off entirely in case of danger. The Southern Pacific railroad is using oil as fuel on its engines, and many Steamships also burn oil in place of coal. It is easily handled and less bulky than coal. Then, too, there is scarcely any waste. At present the only drawback to its free use is the expense of getting a supply on account of the re- moteness of the western oil fields. However, when pipe lines will lead it to our great cities we may soon see oil replacing coal in all of our manufacturing towns in the west. Class Song. By Saidee Cole. Air—Creole Bells. Old High school bell, we love it well, Around our heart it has cist a spell, When sun does shine each morn at nine, We still shall hail you. Air—Coon, Coon, Coon. Nineteen Two, a class of great renown; Nineteen Two, none found better in town; Nineteen Two, all deserve a crown. We want you— Air—Sambo. To take notice of our teachers, teachers, We can tell you their profession is as preachers, preachers, But the Seniors love them, oh! oh! so, so. Air—Baby Mine. Seniors true, yes—True Blue, We’ll be happy when we’re near our colors, For we’re Seniors true—all True Blue; Senoirs always will be true.

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22 TRUE BLUE Air—Sunflower and Sun. We are the naughty—naughty two’s, Brave and true? We love to greet, to greet you, As we meet again. (Repeat.) Air—Good Bye Dolly Gray. Good by old High, we must leave you, Though it breaks our hearts to go, Something tells us we are needed, In the world to face life’s foe; We all know7 how you will miss us, But we can no longer stay, Goodbye to the good old High school. Air—Ain’t It a Shame. But Ain’t it a bore, a measly bore. That there weren’t others like us before, But don’t you be a little frightened, For we can yell as we always do For the real class of 1902. CLASS YELL. Zackity Zax, co-ax, co-ax, Zaekity Zax, co-ax, co-ax, Biff Rah Zoo, Biff Rah Zoo, Nineteen Hundred Naugnty-two. Instruction That Makes Character. By Nettie Johnson. A casual glance at the history of past ages shows that the education of the olden times pertained mainly to the develop- ment of the physical powers. We see, however, that education seeks from time to time a higher plane of activity that is in the in- tellectual sphere. The fairest monument of the intellectual de- velopment of the pagan world was the Alexandrian library,contain- ing 750,000 volumes, but the moral education of that time was al-