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

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Back Row: Thomas Johnston, William Gartman, Edwin Holmick, Harold Jorgenson, Edward Schouviller, Ray Colver, Erling Hje’.seth, Anthony Dagastino, John Frey. Fourth Row: Lee Dooley, Thomas Humphrey, Marion Jennings, Alma Erickson, Marian Bartosh, Ruby Spencer, Vern Thompson, Chester Anderson, Lloyd Fredlund, John Jorgenson. Third Row': John Stayberg, Robert Simonson, Katherine Florence, Betty Penman, Phyllis Olson, Charlotte Lyksett, Pa- tricia Ryan, Virginia Parson, Gertrude Erickson, CharlotteSwanson, John Gilbertson, Frank Koloshinski. Second Row: Donald Wilcox, Wallace Jelinek, Roy Johnson, Germaine Peterson, Loretta Erdman, Caroline Dabruzzi Maxine Shern, Dorothy Gifford, Milton Wicklander, James Williamson, Thomas O’Brien, Reuben Richie. First Row : Evelyn Anderson, Jennebell Houck, Genevieve Nelson, Norma Micklesen, Virginia Mae Olson, Miss Jones Mary Wink, Jean Carlson, Ruth Casaw, Lillian Anderson, Cleo Helium. CLASS OFFICERS President.........................John Gilbertson Vice President........................Lee Dooley Secretary ....................... Norma Micklesen Treasurer .......................... Jean Carlson Adviser ........................ Miss Ruth Jones GLm . ( 1941 £7£?flE first event on the freshman calendar for 1937-’38 was the annual Senior-Freshman party, scheduled for October 8. Instead of the usual dancing party, the senior class first entertained their guests at the Hudson-Spring Valley football game, followed by the supper and dancing at the high school. As it was rather evident that many of the freshmen had not yet ap- plied their versatile talents to the art of dancing, the seniors present undertook teaching them the basic one-two-three steps. On February 26 the freshmen repaid their indebtedness by entertain- ing the senior class at a “Kiddie” party. The dignified seniors were no longer dignified. And so—the two major activities of the school year. What will the sophomore year bring the frosh of '38, the class of 1941 ? 25

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 he feline Night c$£alvk « nvfEOW,” was the plaintive sound that greeted Ju’ie as she entered the kitchen. It was Coal, a half-grown kitten, and the family pet. lie was so called because of his glossy black coat, with only a touch of white at the throat. Had he been equipped with a topper and cane, he would have been a p.rfect gentleman cat. At the moment, however, he was just a very dejected 1 uss. Julie had told him in no uncertain tones that he couldn’t go out that night, for she heard neighborhood complaints of back-fence serenades. “You must go out,” she said, and Coal’s heart rose. ‘“Hut only on the porch,” she added, and his heart went down to despair with a plop. There was no getting around it; she was determined. He sat down, curling his tail daintily, and thought. Then he got his idea. If he could push that box away from his own small door, cut in the larger one, he would he free. He pushed and puffed with all his strength, and freedom was his! He darted out and across to the garage. The gang would be furious. Maybe they had left without him. He was reassured by the sight of a dozen or so cats, fat and thin, young and old, dirty and clean, some sitting, others pacing about impatiently. “Where have you been?” they chorused, “We’ve waited for an hour.” “Oh, I had important business,” he said, letting it go at that. “Well, come on,” said Tabby, the crabbiest old cat of the lot. “We’ve got work to do, first we'll raid the garages; those mice are getting too smart for their own good. Then we’ll have our serenade on Bentley’s fence.” “I like to see old Bentley get up and throw a shoe out the window. He can’t hit us, but he surely tries hard enough,” said Coal chuckling. “Oh Coal,” said Bedelia, “you haven’t met my Cousin Jean from New York.” “I’ve heard so much about you, Mr. Coal,” she said softly. “I’ve heard of you too,” said Coal, “hut don’t call me Mr., just Coal.” He strutted elegantly along. Jean was the prettiest girl-cat he’d ever seen. She had a beautiful gray coat, and the largest, prettiest eyes. It was love at first sight. i , ■ ' That night was one of excitement for him. He caught a mouse and gave it to Jean because she didn’t catch one. Then of course they had then- ringing, and the inevitable shoe came through the window. The biggest event of the whole evening was when Jean promised to keep company with him. When Coal went home that morning, he was walking on air with hap- piness and seif-satisfaction. He slipped in, put the box in place, and lay down to dream of his newly-acquired girl-friend. When Julie woke him to eat break- fast the next morning, she said to herself, “Perhaps I should have let him out last night.” Coal yawned sleepily and thought, “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” —MAXINE SHERN English 1A (The above short story was chosen from several pieces of creative writing (lone by members of the freshman English class as extra credit projects.) 24

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