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

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'forue Blue EXCERPTS FROM THE DIARY OF XURXSKSM, THE MAN IN THE MOON “Yesterday, while joy-riding around in my sky fliver, my deferential went on a strike, and I dropped to the earth, near the little town of Hud- son. Upon landing, I went to Charlie Harding’s garage to have it repair- ed, but he told me that it would be profitable for me to visit Hudson High school. “I entered the school and my attention was at once attracted by a majestic figure of ample proportion, striding along the hall. Being awed by this commanding presence I fell upon my knees, and humbly begged her to tell me what manner of personage she might be. In ringing ac- cents, she proudly proclaimed herself to be a Sub-Junior! Although I did not know what a Sub-Junior was, I fell upon my knees and kissed the hem of her garment. Without favoring me with another glance, she swept into the Laboratory. “My attention was next attracted by a number of meek-looking in- dividuals, creepindg humbly into a room, and bending under the weight of their brown leather sacks, which were slung over their backs. My self- respect restored by their meek appearance, I boldy demanded their posi- tion in the school. Turning simultaneously, they all opened their mouths, and emitted these three words, “We are Freshmen.” Turning from me they again sought their original destination. “As soon as I had recovered from this encounter, my attention was forcibly attracted by two shrill bells, and immediately doors fell off their hinges by the force of the impact of a large number of excited persons in their frenzy to gather as quickly as possible in a large room a little way off from the hall. “Suffering from many minor injuries and a froctured arm, I at length pulled myself out of the melee and limped into the gathering place, just in time to see them all rush angrily to the front of the room to hurl insults and bellow their disapproval of a person who was conscientiously trying to imitate a monkey. I learned afterwards that this was called “ Assembly” and that they were having a pep meeting. “For the benefit of those who do not know what an Assembly is I will give the definition. Assembly is a mob riot agitated by excessive use of bell power. “Having seen enough of this mad institution I hastened back to Char- lie, took my flivver, unrepaired, and soared once more into the invigorating ozone, far, far, from the madding crowd.” COTTON Cotton is the fiber which surrounds the seed of several species of the cotton plant. It may be twisted into thread, and the thread woven into cloth. Most people wear cotton clothes all the year round. It seems to have been worn and made long before the beginning of history. The In- dians of America wore cotton cloth in Columbus’ time. The industry went slowly at first because the cotton had to be pulled from the seed by hand. But later Eli Whitney invented the cotton gin. The fielcjls are plowed and fertilized and the seeds are dropped into a hill. The planting begins in February. In May or June the plants are

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rue Blue T rizeStories PRODUCING A PLAY. The selection is the first consideration in the production of the play, but this is much simpler than the choosing of the cast. Usually try-outs are held, and the persons, who best portray the fictitious persons, are giv- en the parts. At the first few practices the cast is very earnest and enthusiastic, delivering the lines with fervor and animation. As the novelty wears off, however, the players suddenly develope cousins and aunts who must be met, younger brothers and sisters who must be cared for, and lessons which absolutely must be (Done at the time set for play practice. Hectic weeks follow, filled with agony for both the coach and the actors. Lines are rearranged to suit individual fancies, whole scenes are ingeniously skipped, the scenery shows a maddening desire to waver and fall at the most crucial moments, and the players feverishly seeking excitement, de- velope humorousness hitherto unknown to them. At last, however, lines are learned and delivered after a fashion, and the dress rehearsal is given. This goes horribly, but the play,mangled and dismembered, finally drags through a sea of promptings and wrong cues to its conclusion. The players, nervous, irritable, fearful of the next night, go about frenziedly mumbling to themselves. At last the big night arrives, and the play is given. The players keyed to a nervous tension, go through their lines brilliantly, scoring a huge success. The friends of the actors are awed by the talents of their ilustrious associates and shower compliments on the cast, who forgetting the dull weeks of practice look eagerly forward to another drama. Then, and not until then, does the wan-eyed, gray-haired coach drag herself wearily home to sleep and promise herself that never, never again will she coach a play—until the next time. “THE DUMBELL” “Miss Collinge is my teacher.. I shall not pass; She maketh me show My ignorance before the class. She giveth me more than I can learn, She lowereth my grades. Yea, tho’ I walk the roadway of knowledge, I leameth not; She fireth questions at me in the presence of my classmates, She anointeth my head with slams, My eyes runneth over, Surely outlines and notebooks shall follow me, All the days of my life; And I dwell in, The house of learning forever.” —L. W. ’26

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rue Blue cultivated. It is done with a “long handled hoe.” During the last of September the cotton picking begins. Last spring someone gave me some cotton seeds. I planted them about May 1, in a flower pot in the house. When the plant was large enough I put it outside. I watered it every other night after the sun was down. About the first part of July it began to bloom. The flowers are white when they first open, but towards evening they turn pink. The buds open mostly in the morning. In September the first pod opened. When the flowers dry up they leave a little green ball. This ball begins to get larger and larger until it is big and round. It diries up and then when the ball is nearly all brown it opens. My cotton plant had thirty balls on it. When the first frost came it opened them much more quick- ly. I had two cotton plants but the one was planted too late, so it did not amount to anything. The larger plant was three feet four inches in height. It was somewhat less than a pound in weight. —ELDA YOUNKE JACK THE LUCKY John and Lewis were the greatest of pals. They perhaps liked each other because the traits which each found in the other were peculiar to himself. When they were small John and Lewis used to play marbles and John usually won. He enjoyed the game but no pleasure from his gains, often giving the marbles he won to some less fortunate player. It was while a very small boy that John acquired! the envious title of “Jack the Lucky.” Lewis was thrifty and dreamed of the riches he would make later in life, while Jack was lazy, the most careless, carefree fellow in the world. Jack knew every hobo and bum that came into town. He listened eagerly to the wierd tales of adventure, the colorful descriptions of places and scenes, the easy carefree life of a hobo as described by members of that profession. One day in their nineteenth year Jack and Lewis sauntered slowly down the well-cindered track to the depot. Picking the sunny side of an old box car Jack laid himself down and engaged in what Lewis deemed an unprofitable occupation, namely, that of kicking cinders and watching them roll down the side of the hill. “Lewis,” said Jack, “I am going to travel. I couldn’t think of get- ting money from home because I couldn’t make myself dependent on any- one. I’ll take what I have and leave. Better come along.” “Well now. mebbee,” replied Lewis in a tone which was meant to appear agreeable, yet clearly indicated that he had no intention of taking such a disastrous step. “When you going?” “This afternoon on the next train west. So long!” “Good Bye, old man, but gosh, you make up your mind sudden.” Jack had no idea how long it would be before he again entered the vil- lage of Springfield. He went to Montana where he acquired a certain amount of skill as a cowpuncher. His restless disposition soon produced a dislike of this occupation, so he went to Colorado. The beautiful scen- ery of the rushing Colorado grew old also and he crossed the old Santa Fe trail into old Mexico. His trail led southward for some time and then made an impulsive turn toward the north and the Gulf of Mexico. From