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

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12 T R U E B LUE. WE’RE JUNIORS. As a class we’re not a star; Classes brighter? Yes, by far. But there’s one thing we can say In a very happy way, We’re Juniors. Have our lessons up to date Or our medicine we take. Oft the medicine is bitter But ne’er a Junior is a quitter. We’re Juniors. Off to school we go each day. Never spend our time at play. Junior folks will never shirk, We just love our high school work. We’re Juniors. C. I. J. ’19 T R U E B L U E . There are those who love old rose and gray, The crimson and the gold. The charms of purple and white In rhyme have oft been told But while all may boast of beauty, There is one to which we’re true: , For we claim supreme allegiance To our standard of True Blue. In glad victory’s glorious moment, In days of dire defeat, We proudly wave our banner, With cheers its folds we greet, For we’re loyal to our high school, We accord it honor due, And whate’er fate befall us, We’ll defend our own True Blue. And when the years at school are ended, When life’s stern tasks begin, When dreams and hopes and memories Glide by on fleeting wings; Though many lands divide us And mighty oceans too, We’ll remember Hudson High School And its spirit of True Blue. M. R. ’19

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11 TRUE B LUE. HER FRIEND - THE ENEMY CAST. (In order of appearance on stage.) Zobediah Jenks— Yank to the backbone.....................Arnold Covell Addie Jenks—Zebediah’s daughter...........................Anina Howa'.t Diana Burton—Of Richmond.................................Esther Haven Lige—A Negro servant.......................................George Leaf Frank Fleming—A scapegrace.............................. Harold Olson Capt. Jack Fernbrook, U. S. A.,—Who holds honor above all John Casanova Chloe—Lige’s better half................................. Anna Arnquist Mrs. Burton—Diana’s mother................................... Eva Klein Colonel Burton C. S. A. With stiong conv’ctions.........Irving Jacobson Lieutenant Berkeley Burton C. S. A. The Colonel’s son .. Edward O’Connell Confederate Soldiers......................William Haugen, Otto Peterson DOES IT PAY? It was vacation time. “Billy, you will please stay at home this morning and help me with the work. I have a terrible headache this morning;” said my ma. “You see my ma, she aint got no gin and I have to jump around and do all of a boy’s chores and cnce in a while do some of a girl’s jobs like washin’ dishes, s ct; the floois and everything.” “Well, I reckon 1 won’t have to do any more sissy work, ’cause—oh well,— just wait an’ I’ll tell you. , , , , , , “I had a lot of bad luck right off. 1 was clearin off the table and gettin along just fine :tili itcair.e the sugar bowl’s tuin to be tiamrcited from the dinin’ room to the kitchen. Midway, my foot caught in the rug, and down I went kerflop! Sugar bowl and all. I guess the sugar bowl must have gone down a lot harder than I did. because it broke into a thousand pieces and I didn’t even get hurt. The sugar spread out the rest of the way to the kitchen. Then, my ma she got pretty mad and scolded some for me not lookin’ before leapin’, but it wasn’t that, if something worse hadn't happened. “Soon after the sugar bowl catastrophe I was told to sweep the ceiling of the pal- lor. I walked back and forth and didn’t pay much attention to where I walked. Sud denly I fell headlong over a little stool. 1 reached the floor without doing any damage— but ding that broom! It crashed into an electric light chandelier with six sixty-candle-power electric lights. The whole business came pell mell to thefloor. And if my ma wasn't mad! Um-m! Well, I’ll say she was! She gave my right ea- such an awful yank that I felt it most all the day after and I got a long enough lecture to fill ten encyclopedias and then some. “She told me my help was no longer needed, so I beat it out doors, fas: as I could go and figured: Total damage ten dollars. Ten dollars Good night! Never again would I help my mother in the house, and I’ll wager she’ll never want o expensive heln again. Boys, here’s my advice If your Ma ever wants you to do girl’s work around the house just break a few things like I did and you won’t be hired very often.” C. I. J. ’10

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TRUE BLUE. CLASS OFFICERS. Pres., George Sinerer Vice Pres., Sigrid Johnson Sec-Treas., Theodore Odenwald. SOPHOMORE CLASS. S is for Schroeder, his first name is Al, When ne gets on the white sweater, he tiiinks h's quite O. is for Oie, the white-headed Swede, swell, He is always around when there's a oig feed. M is for Melva, the Lakeland lass. She is a very good member cf this very good class. E is for Edit.i, Miss Bremmer is her name; She says that some day this class will find fame. C stands for Charles, his last name is Jensch, When visiting Isabel he sits on the bench. L is for Lyle, the society chap, When he makes his appearanc the people ail clap. A is for Anita, a sweet little lass, She usually stars at the head of her class. S is for Stanley, who wrote all this stuff, When he laughs, he displays a big double ciii.i. S is for Stanley, who wrote a i tms stuff, But cheer up, don't worry, it's nothing but bluff. S. R. ti. '20 I REMEMBER— I remember, I remember, The first flunk that I got, I worried all that afternoon, And then I quite forgot. But now I've got so many, They've piled up thick and fast, But I can still remember, The first one and the last. 1 remember, I remember, The first time I was canned, The teacher sent me from the room, The door I loudly slammed. But now it's an old story, They've canned me quick and fast; But I can stiii remember, The first time—and tne last. I remember, I remember The first E X I got, Written in ink across my card, 'Twas mighty grand I thought. 1 ve only had one more since then, I wish they’d come more fast, But I can s-i.» remember, The first one and the last. A. K. H. '20