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

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TRUE BLUE 17 A PLEA Sweet city! liveliest of the state, Where Hudson High School stands, Quite old and out of date. For many years it’s given Its shelter to the throng; And now it soon will crumble With wear and age ere long. Because it’s walls are aged The ventilation poor We're hoping for something better While hoping we’ll endure. For we’re sure that it is worth it Altho it takes some jink To wake up Hudson's people! And make the money clink. (For a new High School) —D. H. ’15. WONDERS OF H. H. S. 1. The colossal shoes of Ellery. 2. Carl Olson's air castles. 3. The hanging heads of the Hunkers. 4. The everlasting smile of Edwin. 5. The greeness of the Freshmen, fi. The weekly list of excuses. 7. Paul’s love for Row 9, seat 13. 8. Hudson High School’s Prairie Dogs.” 9. The dreams of Peter Severson. 10. Eleanor Roe’s “case” on Virgil, (too bad he died in 19 ?). 11. Florence Pearson’s red cheeks. 12. Mr. Sherman’s politeness. 13. Mr. Jone’s vocabulary. 14. Orville lxmines’ “rooting” ability. 15. Lawrence Singer’s complexion. Hi. The Basket-ba 1 squad’s “pep.” 17. Affections existing between students and teachers. Those who survived the exams, are back at school working twice as hard. State Inspector Goddard and Mr. Ames, Supervisor of Practice work a River Falls Normai1., visited High School recently. They report very favorably for us.

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Ili TRUE BLUE JINGLES A stands for Algebra, the Freshman's delight And the way they do love it, is surely a fright. B is for Blue, that true color of ours In trials and triumphs it’s sure to o’erpower. C with a—n—n—e—d . Spells canned for people like you and like me. D is for dig, which we all hate to do, But do it we must, if we wish to get thru. E is for Eleanor. who thinks Latin’s all right So she goes to class and translates by sight. F is for Flunk, where most of us shine If you haven’t yet shone, you’re sure doing fine. G is for guard and we have quite a few When going down steps, some must start out new. H is for Hudson the name of a town And the name of a school, of boundless renown. I is for “Inglish,” one, two, three an dfour And wre are all sorry they don’t give us more. J is ifor Johnson, Doris her name In playing the “pianer’’ she’s won her fame. K is for knocker, now don’t you be one It isn’t an honor, nor is it any fun. M is for Martin, he’s not very tall His marks are not low ? and he plays basket ball. N is for nothing, means Freshmen of course They’re always in trouble, but feel no remorse. O is for Olson, he ‘hails’’ from Clear Lake Doesn’t like girls ? but the hits he does make! P is for Physics. Seniors say its sublime If they can’t get it through study they get it through crime. R is for rattle it’s use we endure It’s neded by Freshmen, that’s why it’s here. S is for Senior, they’re bright no doubt But their brains must be used if they wish to get out. T stands for tired, you probably will be When the last of these jingles you finally see. U is for union, this must we be If a good True Blue you would fain see. W is for win which w'e’d like to do And so a good basket ball season go thru. X, Y and Z are difficult letters you know On which little rhymes to try to bestow.

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Its TRUE BLUE EVENTS OF A DAY 8:40 A. M. With a last soul-satisfying glance in the mirror, l-ols rushed to the Main room, and was—tardy. 9:30 Helen K- ceased conversing with Roy, and studied diligently the last few minutes of the period. 10:30 Bertha smiled happily o er the endearing missile she had re- ceived. I 11:30 One of the Freshmen mistook the time of day and began to eat his dinner. 1:00 P. M. Everybody had a most annoying cough. The noise was tre- mendous. 2:00 Paul used wireless telegraphy in making his intentions known to Norma 3:00 Notes flew about like furry. A sliding party was under considera- tion. 4:00 New marching orders were proclaimed and school closed for the dr.v. •‘BACK TO THE FARM” I’ll tell you a story And this story is no lie; They were found in a snowbank Way up—high and dry. For with fiery steeds And much jingling of bells, They drove out of Hudson, Feeling like great “swells. So I’ll continue my story If my tongue doesn’t stutter. They were found in a snowbank In a two-seated cutter. They were stuck fast and. tight. And yearned to be free. But it couldn’t be done, With a bad single-tree. f So one climbed on a fence post. And looked north and south. And all he could see Was Holden’s farm house.