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

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2 TRUE BLUE VII. Toward a rock their course directed Standing outlined near the land, Which to future generations Plymouth Rock, renowned should stand. VIII. Thus the landing of the Pilgrims On that bleak New England shore, There to found a mighty nation, Which should last forevermore. IX. So it stands, this noble Nation, Pounded by these sturdy few, Holding high its starry banner, Emblem of the good and true. X. So it shall stand, stand forever, Towering ever in the van As a monument in honor Of the early Puritan. XI. First they shape their rude log cabins, Out of pine the timbers hew, Till like magic in the forest Springs a village into view. XII. Then with labor most incessant, Strong the stone foundations rise, And the church tower rears its beacon Pointing upward toward the skies. XIII. Yet their mission is unfinished, They another structure raise, T’is a school house rude and simple, Pioneer of early days.

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Vol. Ill TRUE BLUE Hudson, Wis., June, 1902. No. 9 Class Poem. By Chas. Winuendeu. I. Long ago from foreign countries, Came a ship, the ocean o’er, Sailing with her crew of Pilgrims To a dark forbidding shore. II. This fair ship, the Maytlower christened, Long had braved tierce Neptune’s wrath, And across the mighty billows, Safely she had plowed her path. III. Yet she showed the signs of conflict. Masts were split, the bulwarks worn, Seams had spread and timbers broken, Ropes wore frayed, and canvas torn. IV. But the hearts that beat upon her, Never once had failed to be Hopeful that in their new country They should find their liberty. V. There they stood upon the foredeck Gazing out across the sea At the distant wooded country, Where their future home would be. VI. Slowly, silently they drifted Landward, borne upon the breeze, While the sun with parting splendor Bade farewell, beyond the trees.

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TRUE BLUE XIV. Thus the seed of education On that fertile soil was sown, There to grow and scatter increase, Twas not left to thrive alone. XV. Now from borderland to border, From the Lakes to New Orleans, Dotting this fair country over Myriads of schools are seen. XVI. From the simple country school house To the college, tall and grand, All are waiting, doors wide open For the youthful of this land. XVII. Here before your grave attention Is the Class of Ninteen Two With their faces on the future, Wondering what they have to do. XVIII. Opportunities they’ve taken, Entered at the open door, And returning brought more knowledge Than they ever hoped before. XIX. In their minds stirs great ambition, All to lofty heights aspire, And their watchword always shall be To climb higher, higher, higher. XX. And as time with fleeting footsteps Glides along its rugged way You’ll review their many victories On some distant future day.