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

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY Twas in the year 2033 that we hoarded our huge air liner hound for Mars. At the doorway sat chic litt’.e Ruth Jensen, alias Kate Smith, collecting tickets. Great Heavens! We had forgotten to purchase tickets! We were about to he ousted by two vicious-looking officers, Tommy Kees and Henry Lombard when along comes General Lou Lystad, formerly known as ‘ Swede,” and his military aide, Herb Robinson, who was carrying a massive chest containing the General's numerous medals. After conversing shortly with the first and second mates, D nald Boody and Freeman Michaelson, who, by the way, were handsomely at- tired, the General bade us enter. We complied with the greatest alacrity. After registering for state rooms we set out in search of amusement, for now we were about 10,000 miles from the earth. In one room a former All- American halfback. Hon Cameron, was valiantly endeavoring to show two pretty young ladies, Ruth Hughes and Bertha Jensen, the finer p ints of the game. Ruth tackled Bertha, laying her out cold. The Stewart, Otto Gunderson, sud- denly appeared out of nowhere with a pitcher of cold water, which he unceremon- iously poured on Bertha’s face. Having revived her, we strolled into an adjoining room. Here a great fight was being waged between two big grunt-and-groan men, Bob Stevenson and Alt’ Engebretson. When the fight was waxing hottest, Alf’s wife (nee Avis Solheim) entered with a rolling pin and forcibly reprimanded the young man for not staying home and tending the kiddies. The decision was given to Steve by the referee, Jack O’Connell, who a short time previous had been hurled out of the room by the enraged gladiators. In the auditorium the play “Quentin Durward” was being presented under the direction of the widely-known playwright, Gudrun Grimm. Bob Sandeen as Quentin, was orating forcibly wh.n the two Countesses, Dorothy Johnson and Mary Dorwin, entered. All went well until Quentin kissed the wrong Countess. Then Gudrun, muttering deep curses under her breath, motioned Violet Johnson and Lauretta Kvool to pull the curtains. This they did after both had tripped over the ro] e and rolled out onto the stage. Soft music reached our ears. Tracing it to its source, we entered a night club. Wayne (King) Johns n and his “Band of a Thousand Me’odies” furnish- ed the music. Of a sudden Wayne lifted his baton and all was silent. The floor show was about to commence. First the Overbye sisters came into the center of the floor and gave a toe-dance which was exceedingly difficult. Th y were vig irously applauded as they made their exit. Next E’more Anderson and Rearlie Pfister demonstrated a Spanish tango. This they accomplished with great ease and grace. After their exit Marj. Engebretson, Alice Barrett, June Anderson, and Audrey Turskey skipped in and gave a modern version of the hulu-hulu dance. At the request of the audience they repeated. Tom Simonson and Lynos Simps n, cornetists in Wayne’s orchestra, played a duet in excellent fashion. Then Wallv Baillon, recognized as the world’s greatest xylophone

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY You might say that our high school career started with a “ducking”, and front then on things began to happen. We carried off first place for our float in the homecoming parade, and showed in many ways that we did not deserve to he called “green . Gudrun Grimm won the Christmas story prize for underclass- men, and Robert Stevenson represented us on the basketball teat!:. In our second year we won the all-school tournament and then trounced the faculty 29-9 in a basketball game. Remember Lars? In this year we had five fellows on the high school basketball squad and won the District Championship. Stevenson, Engebretson, Clapp and Lystad. We also furnished valuable material for the musical organizations. Then in our Junior year we put on a Junior Promenade which won great praise. Surely it ranked as one of the best ever given here. The third year also witnessed another basketball championship which resulted in a trip to Madison for the fellows. At the class day exercises we downed the Seniors in baseball 7-1, and we won the bloody battle for the bags. Now we are the Seniors of '33 and find ourselves looking back with pleasure at our four years in Hudson High. We have always had a very good repre- sentation in the musical organizations of the school. Our girls have been promi- nent in the G. A. C. and the boys in the Hi-Y . I his past year we have composed the greater part of the football team and the basketball team for the first semes- ter. Vernon Lystad was football captain, and he and Wayne Johnson j intlv captained the second semester team. Much of our success we owe to Miss Schoonover wh has been our adviser for the past two years, and to her we extend our best wishes for a happy future and give many thanks for what she has d me for us. v 28

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... player, contributed two numbers to the great delight of the audience. The show was concluded with the singing of ‘ Who's Your Sugar Pappy?” and “How’m I doin’?” by the Three Shades in Pink, Dorothy Brunner, Dorothy Erickson and Helen Hansen. Don Covell and Boh Clapp, propriet rs of the night club, were ap| arently pleased with the show, for they distributed five-cent cigars among the male members of the crowd. Finally, we reached Mars. Immediately we sought out Dodo Johnston and his wife (nee Marjorie Mennes) who were spending the summer at their cot- tage. We were directed by a martial cop, Jessie Lundeen, to their residence. Upon our arrival Rubv Rossing, the housekeeper, opened the door. We greeted the happy couple fondly and were then introduced to the President of Mars, Ruth Noreen, and her adviser Dorothy Pratt, who were staying with them for a few days. Having reached our destination, and as we had no other place in view, we had no desire but to remain for an extended visit—which we did. ROBERT CLAPP SENIOR CLASS WILL We. the class of '33, do hereby draw up this, our last will, in testimony of our good will toward the whole world; and we d . expect said will to go into effect the moment of our departure. To the Classes: Juniors: Our alarm clocks. Vho ps! (Well buy new ones that work when we get our jobs.) Sophomores: Our ability to nonchalantly walk out of class rooms. Freshmen: Our faith in humanitv. Thev’ll need it when thev set to he Seniors. To the Faculty: Mr. Rock: A larger office s that we may all get our gym suits in it. Mr. W eat her head: A five-dollar gold puce with which to explain the gold standard if he'll promise not to hoard it. Mr. Bargen: A stack of subpoenas. Mr. Rude: A gentle hint that it w uld be nice if he'd smile and si eak to some of the high school students, especially the girls. Mr. Dahl: Verne to run home and get what he forgot. Mr. Walbrandt: A roll room of boys for a change. Mrs. King: Bushels of three-cent stamps so she can write oftener to Charles. Miss Lee: A finger-print machine to trace down missing books. Miss Jerdee: A I rue Blue Limes Stall that w n't demand doughnuts and coffee every meeting. Miss Kidd: A dozen new whistles. Miss Alton: A little stage on which to present her extra credit dramatiz- ations. Miss Phillips: A scooter so she can get to assemblies on time, and n t be embarrassed by having all eyes on her when she trails in. 30