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

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TRUK BLUE. •if, TRUE RLUE ANNUAL STAFF 19 18 EDITOR IN CHIEF - ESTHER HAVEN. ASSISTANT EDITOR - GEORGE SINGER LITERARY EDITOR - CORA JACOBSON ATHLETIC EDITOR - STANLEY BEGGS HUMOR EDITOR - ANNA ARNQUIST ALUMNI EDITOR - WILL HAUGEN STAFF ARTISTS - DONALD BURGETT NELLIE PALMER CONSTANCE BLEGAN BUSINESS MANAG’R - HAROLD OLSON BUSINESS ASSISTANTS: EDWARD O’CONNELL JOHN CASANOVA FRED HANNA FRED STOFER CLASS REPORTERS: FRESHMAN - WILLIAM BANKS SOPHOMORE - JANE LA BARGE JUNIOR - IRENE NORTH SENIORS - ERNA KLEIN JOSEPHINE LOUGHNEY HI u m n t To those graduates of the Hudson High School, who are now in the service of the United States, we dedicate this service flag as a loving testimony of their unselfish motives which have been a constant inspiration to the alumni and undergraduates of this high school. Captains. Fred Anderson ’03 Artillery Otis King ’00 Inf. John Ryan ’96 (Ex Capt. ) Inf. John Harding ’90 Medical Corp. Fred Bushnell ’89 Inf. Stephen Phipps '96 Forestry Lieutenants. Platt Tourtellot T4 Avi. Harry Goldberg T3 Inf. Lew Blomholm ’09 Inf. Arthur Lee ’08 Const. Dept. Avi. Robert Zarske ’08 Inf. Ed. Oliver ’02 Inf.

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25 T R U E B L U E . streat he paused, drew his eyebrows thoughtfully togethei and remarked to himself: “Guess I'll have a few oysters with my dinner tonight. Stepping into a dark doorway he took a tiny box fiom his vest pocket. Selecting a large pink pearl (at random) from the two dozen wax ones the stock contained, I placed it carefully in his handkerchief, so that he could conveniently slip the ten-cent gem into his mouth and mobten its wax'- suiiace, that the glitter of it should not fail to catch the greedy e e of the waiter, whom l ate might select to sene him hi3 next plate of oysters. Willis Thom, ’21 DAD’S INVENTION. A faint knock came at the laboratory door, followed by persuasive voice. “Dad- dy, Norton is in the parlor, and Mary says he won’t go until I see him. Shall 1 tell h m what you think? The door opened and a face surrounded by fluffy brown hair appeared. “Please, daddy. It will only take a second. At the interruption Dr. Page turned quickly to glare at the intruder; then the frown vanished and he smiled into his daughter’s deep gray eyes. “No, girl, you run along toyour room. I’ll tell him what I think of him as my future son-in-law. Run along. It won’t hurt him to wait, lazy scoundrel that he is. As the door closed after his daughter he thought to himself: “Trying to rop. Betty in. The good-for-nothing loot! , Then suddenly he went to the case and took out a small sprayer, which he put in his pocket. “This will be a fine way to convince Betty and try my invention at the same time. As he opened the door, Betty was sitting on the top step looking mournfully out the porch door. “There! You are too late, now he’s gone—he’s gone,” she ended dismally. “Just as well, replied her father, “I’m going down to the city now. You stay here. I’ll be home soon. Don’t worry, he added, “you can’t get rid of him till he’s kicked out. On the business thoroughfare Dr. Hale stopped and gazed thoughtfully at a deaf- and-dumb man who was begging alms of a passerby. In a flash, his hand slipped in- to his pocket. An instant later the public was astounded to see the once deaf-and- dumb man crying out: “I’m not dumb, I’m not deaf. I’m a fake. I did it to get money. The public looked about in vain for the cause of this confession. As Hale walked along he felt very happy. His invention had been successful. While in this mood a stiange chaiacter attracted his attention. An old man,, trembling with age, with long white whiskers and hair. Why not try it once on this fellow? In a moment the public saw an old man snatching off his hair and whiskers —a man whose face bore imprints of guilt and crime. This time, however, the Doctor had not noticed the presence of two policemen. In a moment, before he could gather his unsteady nerves, he was in the patrol auto being conveyed to the police station. Just how it happened that he w’ent in poor and came out rich, with $5,000 in his pocket, he could never tell. That night Norton had appeared as Mr. Hale had expected. The Doctor was eyeing him distrustfully, then suddenly the preparation was shot into the eyes and mouth of the astonished suitor. Betty, who had been hiding behind the curtains i ' the music room,stepped out. Norton was talking at the top of his voice: “Betty I love you, I truly love you, although your father is an old nut! Betty stood silent no longer, but quickly ran to her lover’s arms. Dr. Haie climbed the stairs. Anger, unbelief and a lurking humor were written on his face. He threw' the bottle out the window and smiled weakly as it touched the bottom. Norton was right. He was an old nut. A twinkle appeared in the brown eyes and in a moment the Doctor was smiling. Well, he had money to give her a fine w’edding! Five thousand dollars didn’t come in so unhandy after all. M. K ’19

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27 T R U E B L I E . Sergeants. Harry Hosford '16 Camp Grant. Helmer Lystad '15 Inf. Andrew Peterson 14 Inf. Herman Rusch ’14 Quartermaster. Orv.lle Walby '14 Signal Corps. Som. Slaughter ’13 Inf. Harold Stofer ’12 Inf. Walter Mickelsen ’ll Base Hosp. Philip Swasey ’ll Avi. Walter Hawke ’08 Quartermaster Corporals. Henry Wade ’09 Marines. Louis Schwann ’08 Inf. Wm. Johnson ’07 Inf. Privates. Pence Dickey 10 Inf. Scott Williamson ’17 Avi. Maurice Neder ’ll Navy Archie Bowers ’16 Avi. Cyril Howalt ’16 Lawrence Hallenberger ’09 Inf. Harvey Howalt ’16 Ralph Katner ’16 Marines. Amos King '06 Officers Train. Camp. Philip Muschausen ’16. Steven Sodal ’16 Coast Artillery. Carl Borge ’15 Marines. Lew Coit ’15 Forestry. Harry Slater ’15. Grant McDowell ’14 Avi. James McMahon ’14 Avi. Carl Anderson ’14 Harry Zarske ’14 Inf. Wm. Crandall ’13 Quartermaster. Wallace Gibson ’13 Marines. Roland Nash ’13 Avi. Frank Johnson ’12 Gordon Keely ’12. Ed. Rusch ’12 Engr. Edward E. Kermott ’ll Avi. Albin Pearson ’ll Officers Tr. Camp. John Dunning ’15 Inf. Charles E. Webster '11 Quartermaster Ernie Erickson ’09 Inf. Sidney Jones ’09 Inf. ■