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

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For h while! -I.et the others knock their most Shun them as you would a ghost. Let them hammer; let then» boast, You but smile. When a stranger from afar Comes along. Tell him who and what we are; Make it strong! Needn’t flater—never bluff. Tell the truth for that’s enough. Join the boosters they’re the stuff: Come along! Kindly written for the True Blue b Henry Klein. The following is a letter written in English II from the Spect- ator’’ to his friend the Clergyman in Iamdon: The Coverly Manor. July 9. 1711. My dear Reverend Copley; In our frequent talks you have often related from your experience as a chaplain in a country house, the trials which you mot with. Al- though we all hold our friend. Sir Roger. In great esteem. I am 8Ute it will increase your good will and love toward him to know in what kind and thoughtful manner he treats his chaplain, and the way in which he conducts his church affairs. Yesterday being Sunday. Sir Roger and I attended church, a fact which may surprise you greatly as few country gentlemen in your day or at the present time, are in the habit of setting such a fine example to their tenants. On the drive to the chapel, which the Knight has grentlv improved by generous gifts of a handsome pulpit cloth, and a railing for the communion table, he discoursed upon the character of his chaplain. This gentleman, it seems, is very learned, and is possessed of much good sense, a sociable temper, a clear voice, and a kind heart. He has ever been soliciting Sir Roger for some- thing in Imhnlf of the tenants, during the thirty years he has resided In the household. The chaplain is so well liked by Sir Roger, that the Knight has settled an anniuty upon him for life. Upon entering the church, the Knight pointed out the hassocks and Common Prayer Books which he had given to each one of the tenants to make them kneel and join in the resimnses. As he is land lord of the whole congregation, he keeps them In very good order, and will allow no one to sleep during services but himself. During the sermon he showed many peculiarities such as singing after the rest had stopped, or standing up to count the congregation when every- one was praying;but these oddities were offset by his kindly inquiries, after the service, for the absent members of the different families, and by the gifts which he gave the children for excellence In Bible work. 1 expect, trf return home in another week, although 1 very much desire to stay another fortnight, (live my best wishes to Will Honey- comb and the others if you chance to meet them In the coffoe house. Your obedient servant. THE SPECTATOR. E. H. '18. THE STREAM. Softly, sweetly, tinkling stream How thy silvery ripples gleam. As the merry sunshine’s ray O’er your dancing waters play. Little fish with shining side. O’er rocks and mosses glide; Skitting. flitting here and there. Free and happy, without care. Robins nesting by the brink. From the trees fly down to drink. Softly, sweetly, tinkling stream. How like heaven thou dost seem. PAUI, TOl’RTKLLOT.

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Senior Class. It is the last tribute paid by the Hudson High School to its departing Seniors. We who are left shall miss the class of Six- teen but we want them to feel that they will not be forgotten. The memory of their ability as students and leaders will always remain in our minds. We only ask that when they get out of school into life’s school” they will, for the sake of dear old Hudson High, live up to the best that is in them and uphold the honor of the school. Many other Seniors have gone forth from our high school and a success of whatever they have undertaken, ond now we expect the class of 1916 to do likewise. We are proud of them and we tmst that not one of them will ever do anything that will cast reflections ujrnn our school. One of our moat successful years has drawn to a close. Last fall whdn we took up our work again at the Hudson High School, every- thing looked rather gloomy and we seemed to have a hard time to get 17 started. Hut the cooperation of the school and the splendid leader- ship of Mr. Hubbard saved the day. It is a long time since such good school spirit as we have had this year, has been shown. We undertook to play basket ball and every- ono was enthusiastic. We had a number of excellent mass meetings w hpre speeches and cheers were given to boost the team and we ate satisfied that they did their best for us. There were no other debating teams like ours, that’s sure, for we won both negative and atlirmative from River Kails and Ellsworth. This proves that Miss Holden’s hard work was well worth while. The fact that the largest crowd in years attended both the debate and contests shows that we have both school spirit and increased outside co-operation. May the base ball team have equal success, lets boost it. COME ALONG! If you like the old school best. Tell ’em so! If you’d have her lead the rest. Help her grow! When there’s anything to do. Let them always count on you: You'll feel glad when you are through. Don’t you know. If you’d have her make a hit. (live ’er a name! If some other school is it. Who’s to blame? Spend your money for your school. Let this be for you a rule. Work untired but keep it cool: That’s the game! If you’re used to giving knocks, Change your style! Throw bouquets instead of rock

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REVENGE. Ooi-k«- Dunlap, a notorious counterfeiter long sought for by the governments of many nat'ons. started up suddenly, and instinctively drew his revolver as he looked around, but not a sound was heard to assure hint that he had not imagined it all. He v.as certain that ho had heard in the gloomy passage behind him a slight rustle as ol foliage moving when disturbed. That, of counre. was Impossible; never- theless. he took up his flash-light and. with that in one hand and bin re.olver in the other, began a systematic search of the place. He moved as stealthily as a mouse lost by his own noise he should diown out any other sound, lie looked the cave over, inch by Inch, peered into every crevice and down each passage of the whole compli- cated network which made up the cave, but to no avail. Could it be ros'.ible that he was becoming nervous through his increasing attempts to keep up appearances in the outside world by working his farm in the daytime and working here by night? He slept very little of iho time for the past two months, but it did not seem probable that he could imagine a sound so real as that which he had heard this time and which he had heard twice before the two proceeding nights. He'reviewed the circumstances of his obtaining this cave. He thought of the boy from whom he had 1 on mod of its whereabouts 1» and who had admitted that his father and mother, now dead, were the only on os who had known of the cave's existence, because it was almost inaccessible on account of the thick growth of vines and shrubbery at its small mouth. Since George Dunlap, who called himself Tymothv Sands for reasons of his own. had bought the farm and had paid him well for It. the lad thought it only right to let him in on the secret and then Sands could do as he liked with It. On the same afternoon that he told his story, the boy was hurt by a falling tree and died soon after. So the secret was known only to Sands. As he turned to his work he said ironically. At last, my pretty Nymph. 1 am where even you can never find me out; I defy your threat of vengeance now. He thought of the deep blue eyes first with tears on the long dark lashes and later with anger burning in their depths. Of course she naturally would think his action wrong but she didn't understand how necessary it was to his progress. Suddenly his reveries were Interrupted by a clear mocking laugh perhaps a dozen feet behind him. Instantly he sprang to his feet and Hands up.” came the quite command of a woman. It was too late for defense. He stared into those same blue eves in dazed silence and finally managed to utter the word Madge. es. 'Madge'.” she repeated. “You are surprised?” She asked coldly. Then she plunged straight to the object of her visit there. George Dunlap, niv father put his sole confidence in you and planned for your future as he would have planned for his own son. had he had one. He spent many weary years in perfecting the plans and drawings of the machine by which both you and he would surely have become rich, instead of you alone. After his death he planned th?.t you should have it all. Rut you. you low. sneaking, scoundrel.” she hissed. You could not honorably wait. You had to steal the draw- ings made by ano'her man and use them for your own.” and with eyes blazing and voce hard with contempt, she continued. “You did not even hesitate to bieak the frith and trust and heart of a poor old man who had spent the best pnt of his life in working Just for you. Don't. Madge, don't. he interrupted in a hollow voice. Then after a pause he spoke again with rising self confidence. How can you talk so when I have told you over and over that I have the plans and would gladly give them hack to your father on one condition and that