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

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1« TRUE BLUE tie Santa Clawses runnin aroun’, not quite as big as me. One uv ’m tooted a horn, an' the regular, big Santa come outa’ the houses’ chiminey rite neer there, an’ slapped us on are sholders an sed, “How-dee boys. Glad to see you.” Then he give a nod, an’ held on ta are hands, and I’ll be jingoed if we didn’t go up in the air an’ go clean down his chiminey. Then he had sum little Santa Clawses that wore apems go fix sum supper, an’ O, boy, them eats wuz dee-lishous!. Then he shoed us his storehouse, an’ it wuz jest like a toy factory only pertier. It had a lot of elevatored boards kinda shelvy-dum waytors around the sides which was covered with toys. Then they was little Classes in lether aprons runnin’ around workin’ fit ta kill like as if they hadda sent the things around now ’stead of in towers. Sum was lodin’ them on ta airships by elevatorin’ ’em, an others wus a lookin’ at a big long piece a’ paper that had kids’ nayms on too see who ta give things to. Then I seen sum ends uv ropes ’nd I started tu munky with ’urn ’nd all uv a suddn one of them there shelfs come down ker plunkity plank. I told the regaler Santa I wuz jest munkeyin’ an’ he sed it wuz all rite and that he cud fix all th jiggers as wuz busted with my- oosalege, ’nd they’d be alrite again. Then he sed, “C’mon! boys, an’ we’ll go fill the stockings.” So we went. We wient up in a airship a different way, ’cuz Santa sed the deevils wood be layin’ fer us p obablee, ’an he wanted ta fool ’em. So we went the different way. We landed at the North Pole, an' that’s where folks get the idea he lives there. But he don’t. Then we sailed around, an’ Santa wood go down in a parachute throo three peepul’s chimineys ta fill the stockings. Then all uv a sudden, Me an’ Huck started ta fall lickity cut, fastern eny train I ever seen. An’ th wind wuz a hollerin’ in- screechin’ ’u’ we wuz colder’n ise. Then we hit on sompin’ soft, and landed. We wuz jest in bed. ’Nd the wind wasn’t screechin’. It wuz jest Aunt Polly. Darn a ant. —R. E. A. ’23 “Time rolls its ceaseless course” How quickly days glide by And yet, as each one passs, We all are prone to sigh And say, as tho’ relieved in mind, “Another day is done”

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1 TRUE BLUE Xtterarv Department Reading- maketh a full man, writing an exact man, and con- ference a ready man.—Bacon. ME ’ND HUCK’S CRISSMUS ESCAPADE. It was the day before Crissmus an’ me an’ Huck was a-diggin’ in are snow igloo. We bilta fort around it an’ we wus jest a fixin’ the inards a little better. Huck got some water, an’ we was jest about ta pore water on it ta freeze it, when woops, it caved in. an’ we started ta fall. We was colder’n ise from the water we spilled on us, an’ all of a sudden we gets sort a hot, an’ sure a nuff, we wuz slidin’ cleen down Mister Deevil’s chiminey! “Hay you,” he hollers, “Do you think yer Santa Clause or what? Git yer carcass out a’here, or I will do it four you.” So we done it as fast as we cood. Then he cussed some uv the bee-you-tee fullest cuss words I ever herd. I wisht I dared cuss like that at the Sundy Scool Soo- perintendent. Then I seen a lot uv little deevils jumpin’ aroun’ an’ cussin' like holy terrers. They wuz jest like the regaler cleevil, onlee considerble smaller. They wuz red ’nd black with huffs an' horns an’ all them thiners. Then they tned ta hit us with their pitch forks, an’ I gess they’da done it ef they wuz farmers. But they wusn’t. I asted ’em what the big idea wuz in cussin’ an’ they sayd they wuz practisin’ up fer Crissmus, ’cause that wuz when Christ wuz bora, an’ he taut peepul ta be good. Then we seen are old skool teacher, an’ we give her the laff. Then she say’d she'd git evin with us when we come down fer good. I told her that we wuz gonna be white an’ pail bloo angels, an’ she shut rite up. Then we kept a failin’ an’ a failin’ li1 ity split, an’ sudenly we felta a change in the climeat—it was aufly cold. Then Huck sed it wuz hard ta breethe, an’ I sed, “that’s ’cuz we’re getin’ inta a vacyoom. After a while there won’t be no air ta breethe at all! Then we’ll both have ta kik the bukket, I gess, so sai yer prares.” Then Huck shut up. But after a while he sayd, “Tain’t neether. It's cuz wer’e goiri’ so fast.” Suddenly we stopped with a sting in are feet from the bump. After we got are wind bak agan we looked around an' seen a flock uv deers grazin’ in a pasture. They wuz a lot uv lit-

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It» TRUE BLUE While in our hearts we outfit to wis That short day just begun. For is not life quite short enough When lived at full and best? And ought we wish that day to come Day of eternal rest? We’re living in the greatest age A human’s ever known W ith work for millions all around And billions we must loan. So,, let not time roll on in vain Count every moment dear And as each day glides fast aw y Be thankful that another’s nea —E. M. J. CHRISTMAS IN PORTO RICO. In the tropics there is no snow; reindeer and sleighs are un- heard of. Instead of a blustery wund, the gentle breezes of the trade winds fan the air. The palm trees rustle overhead, and occasionally can be heard the hollowr “boom” when a cooanut drops or a palm leaf falls from a height of nearly a hundred feet. The breakers foam as they hit the reefs and the bathers run and laugh as they are caught in the foaming mass of wrater and borne up on the beach. The sun is high overhead and shines with as much heat as in the month of June. A merry throng of horse- back riders dashes by, riding up the beach as the riders work up an appetite for dinner. Christmas has come and gone; a quiet day, with religious ser- vices at the churches which all attend, observing the dav of the Nativity like a Sunday. But the sixth of January is “Dia de los Reyes,, or Three Kings day, the dav when the Three Kings (or wrise men) came and found our Lord, a babe in the manger. In remembrance of this, the children of the citv troop out to the sur- rounding fields to fill boxes wdth grass which thev take home and slide under their beds. Thev think that, during the night the Three Kings wall come on prancing steeds, hungrv after their lone journey, and will be glad tp have the grass which they have col- lected. In the morning they find that that the horses have eaten the grass and in its place the Three Kings hsve loft gifts for the happy children. Then, wdmt a racket! That dav the parents too, must get up, for there is no more sleep. Every one is blow- ing horns, and bells are ringing everywhere. After a romp in which all join, breakfast is served and hastily cleared away; for