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

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c RUe ’26 £LU£ VIOLA WAXON “Girlie” General Course. Delta Delta Club. She fell out of the window, and came down plump.” LAWRENCE B. WILLIAMSON “Larry” General Course. Basket Ball 1, 2, 3. Class Stunt 2, 4. Boys’ Club 2, 3. Cheer Lead- er 4. Class Football 2, 4. “IIis way through school was lined like the Mississippi river—with bluffs.” FRANCES HILL “Lena” General Course. Literary Club 3. She seas just a soldier’s sweetheart.” KENNETH COULTER “Kenny” General Course. Boys’ Club 3. Class Football 4. A lad of good metal.” HELEN SOLHEIM “Shrimp” Commercial Course. Glee Club 1, 2, 3. “It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice. JOSEPH SEE “Joe” General Course. Sometimes lie thinketh to himself a thought.”

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c RUe ’26 -$LU£ BONITA NOR KEN “Bon General and Commercial Course. Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Operetta 3, 4. Staff 4. Student Council 4. Class President 4. “The essence of all efficiency. LOUISE OLSON Midget” Commercial Course. Glee Club 1. Volley Ball 1. G. A. C. 2, 3, 4. Student Council 1. Typing Contest 3. “It's the little things that count. DANIEL PEDERSEN “Dan General Course. Boys’ Club 1, 2, 3. Class Basketball 2, 3, 4. Class Football 4. Pag- eant 4. Success is but for the ambitious It aiiit no use to grumble and complain.” 0 RD( )N R( )BRI NS Robbins Commercial Course. Foo'jball 3, 4. Bask- etball 3, 4. A good athlete, a good student, a good dancer, and a good talker. ESTHER RUSCI I Rusch” Commercial Cou .se. Delta Del ..a 3. Vol- ley Ball 1, 2, 3. Glee Club 1. Her smile is so broad she must go in the door sideways. ROBERT TURNER Radio Bob General Course. Boys’ Club. He bids us all defiance. Rambling in the paths of science.

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mue ’26 meus= GUMMING THE WORKS I). T's in four forts and a cowlick. With apologies to Bill Shakespeare. Jack Milton, the King's English and the readers, if any. The great editor sat at his desk, thoughtfully gnawing at his forelock. He seimed to he a man of tremendous force and vitality, truly a leader of men. Suddenly he turned off his thinker and plunged into business, doing things which no ordinary man would even attempt. The top of his desk was completely covered with buttons and telephones, which he proceeded to press and answer, respectively. His secretary, a petite blonde, entered and demurely seated herself. He tossed off a letter to her between conversations carried on over three telephones. Then, giving her one of his rare, sweet smiles, he nodded and said : “That'll he all. Miss Hellweg. Did you remember to wear your rubbers this morning ?” Touched by this tender thoughtfulness for her welfare, the little secretary tipped over his desk and two chairs as she danced oir of the room and collided sharply with a burly young man who was rushing to Editor Jensen “Lor' Chief, he gas| ed. “I've got the biggest scoop of the year for you if we can only solve the mystery.” He paused impressively. Monsieur Robert Turner and his wife, Marjorie Hughes, have disappeared without leaving a trace. The police are completely baffled-’’ Jensen leaped to his feet, huge gobs of excitement plastered all over his face. “You don’t mean ‘Turner and Hughes,’ Hie great ‘Collegiate dancers!’ ’’ He gasped several gasps. The rejxirter, Joe See, nodded. “Yes, Ole, that’s just what I do mean and if we can find out where they are and the cause of their disappearance, all your worries about the ‘Northline Courier’ are over.” “But how can we possibly do what the police have failed in? You’re the only good man we have left, said the editor despondently. “I have a plan, said See, leaning over and whispering in his chief’s shell pink ear. Again Jenson leaped to the number twelves and pounded his desk, which leaped to its feet, quivered for a moment like a startled faun and then ran and cow- ered against the wall. “I swear, Joe, I believe you’ve hit it. But for appearances’ sake I'll send out a bunch of mv men on the case while you and I carry out your little plan. Tlvrn, if we should fail—” So saying, he prodded a few more buttons, and a thin stream of reporters began to ooze in from the Reportorial Hall where they had been indulging in an ex- citing game of Tiddly-Winks. One by one, they sauntered up to the desk, their derbies cocked, to receive orders, slyly stealing the chief’s cigars out of his pocket as the}' waited. “You, Robbins, take the north and west ] arts of town, and you, Miss Fill- back. take the south and east. Turner and Hughes must be found. Remember the grrat Collegiate Marathon comes off a week from today, so scottr the town for them. ” Editor Jensen turned to See. “I'll be with you as soon as I’ve seen the heads of my departments. Then we’ll come to the bottom of this or die in the attempt.” So saying he selected a few more buttons and punched them gleefully. Presently the door opened and the Weather Man came in, tripping and stumbling over his long white beard. “Now James,” said the editor, “you know your department has been poor