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

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TRUE BLUE 5 to her Junior Medieval History class. Miss Cunningham entered Berlin High School in 1903. It was here she showed the first signs of future greatness, taking part in several declamatory contests, and winning first place in one and second place in another. She graduated from High School in 1907 and entered Ripon college to take an English course. After she had gone through the adversities usual to Freshmen in large colleges, it was thought by her fellow students that she had the ability to manage a school paper, so she was appointed to a place on the staff of “College Days,” the Ripon college paper. She took a great interest in dramatic work, and won a reputation by starring in several class plays. In the absence of the regular teacher, Miss Cunningham was frequently called upon to substitute in the English department, which goes to show that, although Miss Cunningham took an active interest in outside work, she did not neglect her regular studies— an example which many Juniors might follow with good results. She graduated from Ripon in 1911 and commenced teaching at Hudson in the same year. L. K. ’12 MY FLOWhR BED This year I sent for a collection of flower seeds I had seen ad- vertised in a paper. Among them was a package of mixed seeds. These 1 planted in a bed by themselves and watched them with in- terest. The number of different plants in that bed was surprising. First lettuce and parsley came up, then old-fashioned flowers, such as larkspur, pholx, and “love in the mist.” I noticed a small, feathery plant, whose flowers were white, bellshaped and small, and grew in clusters of five or six on one long stem. Another curious flower was dark red with yellow spots on it. These also grew in clusters of five or six on one stem, and were very small. I was surprised to find a number of coxcombs in my mixed bed. Some of these were a splendid dark red, while others were lighter and not so velvety and large. The foliage of some cox-comb plants is dark red, some bronze, and some green. Most of these plants bloom at different times, keeping the bed full of blossoms from early spring to late fall. This flower-bed reminds me of a bright, sunny day. When we

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4 TRUE BLUE While here, she became interested in music and, while yet a Freshman, she gained, by her talent for music, a place in the Be- loit Glee Club. She was also interested in the drama. While she was a sophomore, she joined a dramatic club and, during the rest of her college career, she took part in many class plays. In the regular college work, Miss Howe specialized in mathe- matics, one of the hardest courses in college. She graduated in 1911, and is at present engaged in teaching the multiplication tables to the Freshmen and Geometry to the Juniors in the Hudson High School. MISS LAURA LOU SLAUGHTER Miss Slaughter is the teacher of music and drawing. On Monday and Thursday noons she presides over the High School, song-book in hand, and inspires the students, by precept and ex- ample, to rival the performances of the musical celebrities who sing from the depths of the Victrola. Miss Slaughter was born in Whitehall, Missouri. Although the fact is not popularly known, she is an expert on the piano, hav- ing studied and taken lessons on it for fourteen years. She com- menced the course in 1897 and continued it up to the time present, having studied in her home town, in Chicago, and Green Bay. In training her voice she studied a year in Boston and then went to Europe and took a course. Besides studying music, Miss Slaughter took a thorough course in drawing and designing, taking an honorable mention for her designing, in St. Louis. She gradu- ated from Lawrence Conservatory and Art department in 1911. Previous to coming to Hudson, Miss Slaughter had a class in music and one in drawing in Green Bay and was director of the High School chorus at Appleton. She was organist of the Baptist and Methodist churches while at Green Bav. Her love for classical musicis illustrated by the pleasure she took in riding on the merry-go-round in the recent carnival. MISS LAURA E. CUNNINGHAM Berlin, Wisconsin, holds the honor of being the birthplace of Miss Laura E. Cunningham. It was in the common schools of Ber- lin that she gained part of the wisdom which she is now imparting

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6 TRUE BLUE rise in the morning we do not know what the day will bring forth, just as we do not know what the package of mixed seed contains. Some ordinary incident may result in some unusual happening. We do not know what surprising things the package contains until after the bed is in bloom; and we do not know until after the day is over, the result of some apparently insignificant event. M. McD. ’15. AN OLD MILL This jjarticular old mill, about which I am going to tell you, is situated on the bank of the Willow river, in a little old deserted village, about twelve miles from the city of Hudson. The building is an old-fashioned, board structure, originally painted white, but at present of a weather-beaten aspect. Where the windows once were, now remains gaping holes, that in the dusk seem to be the eyes of some vast face. Over the place where the wheelhouse used to stand, the water now glides still and deep, with an occasional gurgle that after dark reminds one of the gasps of a drowning per- son. Because of all these wierd. uncanny things this mill, like every other old building, has the reputation of being haunted. J. J. D. ’14. HOW WE FOUND THE CRIMINAL A neighbor invited us to go out to Uncle Pete’s for some red peppers. The place was about two miles from town, but as we were good walkers we did not mind this. The road led through a thick wood most of the way and was very dark and lonesome. About half way there was an old mill. Nobody could remember when it had ever been in use; it was claimed to be haunted and no one liked to go past it at night. It was in the middle of the after- noon that we started; we were in high spirits and walked fast so as to be back before dark. We got the peppers and started for home. We had gone about half a mile when we heard the sound of distant thunder. In the woods we had not noticed the darkening sky. The storm rapidly approached; the thunder crashed incessantly, hardly giving us time to draw our breaths between the explosions. The lightning flashed so vividly that one instant our path was brilliantly lighted, anti the next was in utter darkness. We stumbled on until, com-