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

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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

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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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14 T R U E B L U E . CLASS OFFICERS Pres., Lloyd Stevens Vice Pres., Constance Blegan. Sec-Treas., Jessie Iverson. THE FRESHMEN. Our Freshmen Class is the best of all No matter what you say. Our colors are the “Blue and Gold.” May they always be bright and gay. t a quarter of ten we have English, Which each day we like more and more. We learn about commas and colons, Read plays and write them galore. Besides English we have Latin and science Which everyone knows are all r.r. But oh! those tests, they are awful! And study we must every night. I hen too, we have Algebra and Commercial See the pupils how they squirm In their seats— Watch them twist and turn and groan How they wish they were at home. While they sigh— (They’d like to cry) As they turn around and moan To the one who near them sits; Then they yell— As they tell Which are not so very hard, Still the “x’s” and “y’s” are puzzling And them we cannot disregard. Our basket ball team is a good one, Although the boys are not very tail; But in spite of “Hooverinzing” they’ll grow some And next year we’ll beat them all. So, taking them all in all The Fresh ies are not a bad set, And in spite of the scorns of the others Will be first over the top, you bet. C. B. ’21 How they nearly fell In a faint, But restraint Keeps them from it for a while For a smile Flits o’er their faces and grimaces Soon begin to be abated For they now are vaccinated. Inspired between bells. GROANS OF A SENIOR. My hopes still sink when I beheld The questions of a test; So was it when I first came here, So is it now—I shed a tear. So will it be when giay and old, I seek my rest. The final, awful day draws near, A shake and quake runs through my knees, My voice is hoarse, my breath, a wheeze— Oh! may I pass?