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

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CLASS PROPHESY (Continued) Springs, Arkansas, lie now played with the New York Yankees. The next scene showed Mrs. Ole Kidd, nee Betty Thompson, aboard the S. S. Los Angeles on her way to meet her famous skier husband in Norway where he was taking part in the international ski meet at Oslo.. The view then shifted to New York where Miss Shirley Swann was presenting her latest creations in women’s wear- ing appard. Her models included Josephine. Ferlein and Joyce lli.l who proved good advertisement for the gowns. The next was a news report from Cleveland which pictured Kenneth herd's return to his family after the banker had been kidnapped and he.d for ransom. 1'olice had succeded in returning banker Ziehl to his home without his paying the ransom. T he advertisements which followed quite attracted Rip’s eye. Florence illiamson, beauty operator, had discovered a new freckle-remover cream which she had placed on the market. Phyllis Olson, mil.iner, had a little advertisement for her very unique and chic headgear. Ted Swanson, proprietor of a bird store, offered to teach birds to whistle any tune the customer desired. A card suggesting that the audience re-elect Dale uifford as register of deeds was then projected on the screen and then the show was over, i he lights flashed on re- vealing the audience. To his surprise Rip was sitting right beside an old school day chum of his, Marion Carroll. She was now the society editor of the New York Herald Tribune and was vacationing in Hudson. CLASS SONGS THE OLD BLUE AND WHITE FOREVER (Tune: Marching Along Together”) 1 he Old Blue and White forever; that’s our motto evermore; We raise aloft our colors, may they always proudly soar; We’ll march along together, singing this song of joy; We’ll praise old Hudson up to the sky, well never let our spirit die; We loyal, faithful, and true will be, e’en though we’re parted by a sea; So join in our triumph song— Make the Blue and White Banner Float on High! MARCHING ONWARD (Tune: “University of South Dakota Field Song ) I. Marching onward, for our high school, Hudson we love you; For your glory we aspire, to you we are true; Thanking humbly our creator; loyal, true to you, Proud to call you Alma Mater, Hudson, Here’s to you. Chorus Hudson High marches on with colors borne to be— First in line. Old School o’mine—march on to victory; Through all our days we’ll sing your praise with hearts and courage true; Through smiles and tears of future years, one thought— And that of you. II. After graduation’s over, setting seniors free; When we our own path must beat, we’ll truly strive to be— A credit to you Alma Mater: you'll be proud to own We’re Hudson scholars tried and true; We’re marching on for you! Marion Carroll

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CLASS PROPHESY (Continued) dachshunds. Rip’s conversation with Mr. ('lair was interrupted by the telephone’s ringing. It was Maxine Schultz asking for a fox terrier to give to a little poor boy whose heart ached for a puppy companion. Miss Schultz was very much interested in social work. The medium of exchange over which Maxine and John had talked had been connected by Anna Anderson, telephone operator. Rip then continued his townward trip hut stopped again soon. This time he was enthralled by the melodious strains of organ music issuing from a beau- tiful new cathedral which had been erected after Rip's time. Rip stole up to the door and peeked in. His gaze fell on Alicia Smith, the church organist. Rip finally tore himself away from the haunting music and was peacefully strolling along when he was abruptly startled bv a queer rocket-like air craft which swooped down at him and landed in a near-by field careening into the old Sons of Norway hall at last tearing the relic down. It certainly had seen better days. Rip rushed to the scene of the disaster to see if anyone was hurt hut the pilot, hostess, and passengers alighted from the ship unharmed. The red-headed pilot turned to Rip and a smile of recognition passed over his ruddy countenance. It was “Red” Burkholder, ace pilot for American Air- ways. The jjetite hostess, also red-headed, was Elaine Thompson. Rip found that he knew (or had known) several of the passengers also. There was George Lombard and his orchestra who were on their way to play an engage- ment at the Hotel Lowry. Juanita Lombard (no relation) accompanied them as guest soloist. Elizabeth Tracy, famed novelist, was also among the passengers. She was at that time hurrying to attend a speech clinic at Chippewa Falls where she was to be an honored speaker. Rip saw someone drawing pictures of Popeye the sailor man on the side of the immaculate ship and went over to see if his hunch was right as to the identity of the cartoonist. He was—it was Gor- don Pederson, unable to resist the temptation to make little black marks on white surfaces. The same old Gordy. Just about this time an air ambulance approached the scene of the accident to see whether anyone had been injured in the mishap. A stocky doctor strutted toward Rip with out-stretched hand—Dr. Chester Birkmose to you. I le was accompanied as usual by his two most attractive and popular nurses, Polly Melton and Frances Simonson. These last two were largely responsible for the increase in the male patients at Dr. Birkmose’s million-dollar sanatorium on the old site overlooking l ake Mallelieu. It was found that the original cause for the accident was the negligence of the mechanic, James Hanson, in checking over the condition of the ship before it took off. It must have been that Mr. Hanson was dreaming of his actress sweetheart again. That thought gave Rip the idea to saunter down to the Rex theater and see a modern movie. However, Rex was no longer Rex, it was now the “Granada” and had been modernized so that it covered the entire block between second and third streets. Rip bought his ticket from a familiar blonde ticket girl who proved to he Gertrude Behm. Ushers at the theater were Rosella Freiermuth, Helen Guith, and Esther Moe. The current attraction at the theater was “The Broken Romance” starring Evelyn Halberg and Kenneth Mar- void, said to have replaced Joan Crawford and Clark Gable of the 1935 era. Miss Mary Anderson, Evelyn's personal secretary, also played a part in the picture and showed promise of becoming a future star. The picture was the movie version of the novel of the same name written by Miss Ernstine Burkhardt now travelling in Europe. After the main feature a short was run on of Rudy Vallee and his orchestra with Dorothy I rudell as blues singer. It is rumored that Dorothy is engaged to Maestro Vallee. Up to her old tricks again. The news reel that followed proved most interesting to Rip because of the flashes about some of his classmates. Gerald Wallace was presented with a medal for rescuing a drowning damsel—“Bah” always had liked to play the hero. Another flash showed Billy “Dizzy’ illiamson at the summer baseball camp at Hot

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CREATIVE WRITING For the first time in our memory a journalism and creative writing class was organized this year under the able instruction of Miss Jerdee. Examples of the work of the creative department are to he found below. The journalism students composed and mimeographed every two weeks a school paper (The True lV.ue Times) which gained considerable popularity with the student body. For the first few months last fall the paper was a monthly edition but the schedule was revised when the journalism class was organized at the beginning of tbe second semester. Originally the paper was put out by the regular True Blue Times Staff. MARCHING ON The time must come when even the best of friends must part. A tug is felt at your heart strings as you think that no more will you gather in the same happy groups or see all the same faces. Your throat seems to swell, a strange lump rises, and with it a feeling of suppressed tears. But soon vour emotions are under control and you try to crowd all the fun you can into the few re- maining weeks of your high school days. No more will you walk down the halls with the same jaunty air that all the underclassmen covet. And never again will you walk into the office, with weak knees, and in a quivering voice ask for an excuse for Glee Club or Mixed Chorus. I he time has ended for you to shuffle guiltily into a classroom, cower behind a classmate, and hope upon hope that the teacher will forget your very presence. You will not wait again with abated breath for the exulted thrill that comes when the bell rings twice announcing an assembly. School parties will not hold the same expectant feeling of pleasant surprises. You kow you’re going to miss that load of books you carried around balanced ligbtlv on one bit . A touchdown or basket will never send the same tingle through your vibrant body. High school thrills are over but bigger ones are coming. We’re graduating hut we re not forgetting all those carefree hours that were spent in that red brick building whose halls echoed our ringing laugh -- Time goes on and there is no turning back so we must adjust ourselves and keep in step with time. —Elaine Thompson SPRING RAIN Sd er raindrops falling earthward twinkle on the cool green grass like dancing sunlight does on leaves. Soft silver clouds in smoky plumes must lift their skirts to pass the tallest trees. Pearly apple blossoms open wide their golden hearts and shy blue iris fill their azure cups. I inv silver minnows dart in cool green depths of quiet streams and silver birch leaves whisper to a passing breeze. —Elizabeth Tracy WAN CM’ IANG’S GARDEN an ( h iang was chasing butterflies with two coolie children whom she had let in through the sunset gate. I heir glossy black heads were set off by the bulhant red jiomegranate blossoms that fell in little clusters upon the green grass carpet. I ink and white lotus blossoms crept along tbe garden wall throwing their pearly luster into the green water of the Heaven’s' Well. The branches of the Cassia tree were heavily laden with tinv yellow flowers, which also mingled with the reflection of the lotus blossoms on the water. Blue and gieen Maridan ducks waddled along beside the golden pheasants whose tails swept the grass with the majestic air of a queen on parade. —Shirley Swann