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

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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?