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

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13 As to the beauty of the class, we cannot say enough. Behold the rosy cheeks of Josie Roising, the slow, state- ly mein of Claire O’Keefe, the twinkling eyes of Bessie Graham, the golden locks of Mary McClellan and the winning smile of Alma .Johnston. But do not think these quaiities are alone centered in the girls, for behold the dignity of Arnold Peterson, the modesty of our class president, the beauty of Elmer Olson and the grace of Archie Johnson. The variety oi eyes is great. 1 have never had the opportunity of looking into more than two or three of them but Edmund Kinney assured me that after a care- ful observation, he tliot most of them were changeable in color and had something of animal fierceness in them. There are twenty-three girls in the class. Our smallest is Ida Benson; our largest is Margaret Napier; our wisest is Jennie Holin, the class beauty is Marion Balsom; our fastest talker is Ruby Roalkvam. We all laugh a great deal, but Cornelia Drolsom out shines them all. Our fastest walker is Florence Young. There are sixteen boys in our class. Our noisiest is Edmund Kinney; our quietest is James Graham; the most conceited, Walter Hauke; the teachers’ pet, Elmer Olson; the wittiest, Casper Michalson, themost delicate Frank Kurrasch; the strongest, Louis Schwann. Then we must not overlook the wondrous knowledge of some of our boys. Why James Graham can never be equal- ed in the rapidity with which his unlimited understand- of our boys. Why James Graham can never be equal- ed in the rapidity with which he translates German, nor Harold Disney with his unlimited understanding of phys- ics. I dare not touch on the wisdom of the girls, for that is far beyond mentioning. And, so, after careful consideration and consulta- tion with worthy friends, I have condescended to com- pile this document on the statistics of the illustrious class of 1908. I am aware my life is in danger but had 1 told all, my st6ry would have been still more astounding. However, it is our hope that in the new course just dawning, we will have statistics equallv as worthy. JESSIE FISHER. CLASS PROPHECY. Ladies and Gentlemen: It is my pleasure this even- ing to give you a brief outline of the positions which the members of the illustrious class of 1908 will hold ten years from this evening. As is customary in giving the prophecy, it is neces- sary for the prophet to give the authority for his state-

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14 ered and doubtless are still wondering how it ever hap- pened but how could it be otherwise when Robert Zars- ke with his convincing argument was opposing them. But May 1st brought our crowning victory■, when Byron Bradley, Archie Johnson and Arnold Peterson defeated that farfamed New Richmond team. How the cries of 1908 rent the skies that night. Next to our debaters come our declamers, but of these we can only mention Ruth Warner, who won fame for us during the junior year. But the crowning achieve- ment of our senior year has been the best True Blue that has ever been published under the guidance of Arnold Peterson, it has gained a standard which is never to be equaled. Its financial success we must attribute to Archie Johnson and Arthur Lee, who have fulfilled their duties successfully. Another of undertakings has been paying the debt on the piano, which has been accomplished by enter- tainments, when many of our members displayed their musical ability in both the Boys’ and Girls’ Glee Clubs. We feel almost sure that Miss Tschann will have to discontinue the glee clubs next year, for what could they be without the sweet soprano of Mary Imrie, the low soft alto of Katherine Burning, the rich bass of Casper Micli- alson, and the enchanting tenor of James Graham. Or who could preside at the piano .-o faithfully and well as Ruth Warner, or who could so entrance an audience as audience as Bessie Zaliler with her sweet-toned mandolin, or who could fill the soul with such wondrous strains as ♦fames Imrie with his bow! And now we come to athletics. Nearly everyone of the boys of our class have shared in one way or an- other in football, basketball, baseball. Last fall our football team, which was composed largely of seniors conquered everywhere. The basketball team, with its overshining star, Elmer Olson, will never be equalled. But in baseball, our glory will never grow dim. Just look at some of our players. Why you can see the very word of victory written on their faces. The girls, too, have a share in athletics, for what would the girls’ basket ball team of last year and this year have been without Bessie Bradley, Marion Balsom and Marie Mod- gins. But far beyond these victories has been one for which each one of us has struggled to attain—that of the the physics book, under Mr. Burkholder’s guidance. We have learned so many things that were you to ask us, we should not know where or how to begin.Indeed, we have been so successful in our work that I believe Mr. Burkeholder fully intended to take some of us as assis- tants in the science department next year.

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16 ments. L will not vary from this custom but will state that my predictions were obtained from the highest authority. Before mentioning his name I will relate to you the manner of the meeting which took place between us. While trying to study four lessons at once, one bright sunny day last week, I fell asleep and while within the realms of Morpheus, 1 had a curious dream. I ap- peared to be on Willow river, when suddenly on the other bank a large opening appeared and something seemed to draw me toward it. I crossed and was about to enter when—that was all. The next I knew Mr. Kephart was asking me where I was the night before. But to continue. The following Saturday I journed up to the place where I had seen the opening and waited. I had not long to wait. The opening appeared and I entered. I passed along a narrow hall, but soon entered a large chamber where I was dazzled for a second by the bright light which came from what I later found were star fish, scattered over the ceiling and walls. The walls were decorated with fish of all kinds, from the tiny minnow to the monstrous shark, around which were festooned seaweeds and sea flowers. At the upper end of the hall, seated on a large octupus, which held in each of its arms one of his attendants, was the God of Waters —Neptune. I advanced slowly and after saluting him found why he wanted me. He said that I was a humane fishermaft and never took more than ten pounds and that, as I had not fished out of the river this year, he would grant me the favor of asking one wish from him, which he would carry out. The class prophecy was on my mind and I instantly asked him for the future rank of my classmates. He ac- cordingly gave me a paper, from which I have obtained the following predictions: Edmund Kinney, the solemn member of our class has reached the height of his ambition—namely the judgeship of the circuit court, having held this office for three years. Mary McClellan, who was always noted for her studiness, is now stenographer for Skinem Doolittle, a prosperous firm in Minneapolis. Marie Hodgins, one of the most ambitious of our girls, has at last obtained prominence. Last spring, she was elected alderman from the 12th ward and at a meeting of the council, was unanimously elected presi- dent of that worthy body. Jessie Fisher, the Gopher state girl, has remained and helped build up her home town. Jessie is controll- ing a large school for girls at Lakeland. Bessie Graham is also with her, teaching music at the seminary. Cor-