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

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TRUE BLUE 5 team. The Orange and Black went mad. The din of horns and the shouting of the students combined to make a roar that, seemed to shake the very building. The shouts of the Scarlet rooters were drowned by the noise but their banners waved encouragingly at their all but discouraged players. The ball was again tossed up and this time it wavered between the two goals until Love, by a rare play, threw’ a successful basket. This time the Scarlet wrent mad and each girl resolved that she would do her best to reward these valiant rooters. The third time the ball was tossed up and went back and forth between the two baskets with neither side gaining an advantage. At last Lillia succeeded in throwing a basket and the score stood four to two in favor of the Scarlet. Immediately after this the Orange and the Black made a basket and the first half ended a tie. The referee's whistle again sounded and the second half had be- gun. Lillia limped a little and her face was very white but she deter- mined to hold out during the game. The ball was tossed up and some star playing done but time was nearly up and neither side had made any advantage- Oh! sorrow of sorrow. A foul was called on the Scarlet. The opposing captain stood ready to throw the ball. The silence w’as oppressing and the strained nerves of the on-lookers were ready to give wray. Slowly she raised and threw the ball. It trembled on the basket’s edge, rolled tantalizingly around and then dropped slowly into the basket. The score was five to four in favor of the home team, with eight more minutes to play. The Orange and Black were frenzied. The play again began. The girls of both teams went at it harder than ever and the ball slowly worked toward the Scarlet goal. Sud- denly Lillia slipped and fell. All watched for her to rise again, but instead she lay there in a limp, little heap and the Scarlet team was deprived of its captain and best player. The referee raised her in his strong arms and carried her off the field and Nita, the sub, was called out. The Scarlets had given up all hope of winning the game and their banners drooped despondently. The roar from the Orange and Black was continuous. The score was five to four in their favor with only three more minutes to play.

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4 TKUE BLUE Murton and the two made the fastest pair of guards in the league. The center, Frances Ford, though only a Sophomore, was one of the most brilliant players on the team.. On the whole the Scarlet was a pretty steady little team for even the Orange and Black to run up against. Sitting on the window sill, carelessly swinging her feet, was their one and only sub—Nita Wilbur. She was a tall dark haired girl—a good player when she chose to be, but usually inclined to be a trifle careless and let others get ahead of her. “Come girls,” called Love from the door, “We must go out and practice a little before the game. You know we’re not used to these baskets and—Oh, girls, we just have to win the game. I only wish we were to play them in our own gym.” “Nonsense,” returned Lillia. “All the more honor to us if we defeat them in their own hall.” “All right.” assented Love blithely. Soon the girls were back again, warm and enthusiastic from their practice and impatiently awaiting the referee’s whistle. Lillia sat down rather wearily and kicked out her right foot dis- consolately. “What’s the matter dear,” asked their coach, noticing the action. “Nothing,” Lillia answered. “Only I bumped my ankle and it hurts a little. I’ll get over it before the game.” The ankle really hurt more than she would own and Lillia looked anxiously at Nita, wondering whether the girl would care to exert herself enough to play a good game if she, Lillia, were put out. The shrill note of the referee’s whistle brought the two teams into the hall, amid the waving of banners and the cheering of enthusiastic students who lined either side of the room. The ball was tossed up, the whistle sounded and the scramble for victory had begun. Lillia and Edith between them worked the ball toward the Scarlet goal and tried for the basket, Up went the ball, there was breath- less silence throughout the hall, then a roar from the Orange and Black—it had missed! Up it went again—and missed. A chaos of shouts broke from the Orange and Black. One of the home girls had secured the ball and by superb team work it was taken to the other goal and almost before the Scarlet girls had realized the fact, a bas- ket was thrown. The score was two to nothing in favor of the home

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() TKUK BLUE The ball hovered around the home goal, when Edith and Nita got it and by magnificant team work carried it near the Scarlet goal. Edith had the ball. “Shoot it, shoot it,” yelled the rooters, but poor Edith’s tired nerves had given out. “O, I can't! I can’t!” she sobbed, and mechanically passed the ball to Nita. Nita, fully aroused, by a mighty effort sent the ball toward the bas- ket. It hovered on the rim an instant and dropped in. The time keeper’s whistle sounded and the game was ended. The score was six to five in favor of the Scarlet, and Nita, the Sub, had proven herself worthy of the team. The two teams left the hall, to the chant of the Scarlet rooters— “O, Here’s to Scarlet’s victory Drink her down! O, Here’s to Scarlet’s victory Drink her down, down, down!” OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES. One of the teachers of second grade in the Hudson schools recent- ly wrote on the blackboard the question: “How can we have a happy school?” The pupils were to write answers. The following are exact copies of some of the answers received from the eight year olds: 1. We can make a happy school by having the desks clean and the floors clean and have our hair combed. We can make a school happy by being still and be clean ourself. We can make a school happy by not being late or sick.—Gertie Yackel. 2. By making a happy school. The way to make one is to kepe clean and never hit anybody hard. Kepe the floor clean.—Helen Lumley. 3. How can we make a happy school ? By do not wisper. Do not play with your rolers. Do as your teacher ses. Work hard.—Olive Omdahl. 4. We can make a happy school by not whispering and keeping desks clean, do your work nice and neat. Keep the floor clean, have our hair combed, our face washed and study hard—have our school room nice and keep our feet on the floor.—Laura Haugen.