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

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TRUE BLUE EXCHANGE The “True Blue” acknowledges with appreciation the following exchanges: “Lawrentian” Lawrence College, Appleton, Wis. “Mac Weekly” Macalester College, St. Paul, Minn. “Carletonia” Carleton College, Northfield, Minn. “Manitou Messenger” St. Olaf College, Northfield, Minn. “Loyola Univei’sity Magazine” Loyola Medical College, Chicago, 111. “Royal Purple” Whitewater Normal, Whitewater, Wis. “Schurzone” Carl Schurz High School, Milwauxee, Wis. ‘ The Gleam” Johnson High School, St. Paul, Minn. “M” Mechanics Art High School, St. Paul. Minn. “Purple and Gold” Ashland High School, Ashland, Wis. “The Record” Sioux City High School, Sioux City, Iowa “The Booster” Bloomer High School, Bloomer, Wis. “Newtonia” Newton High School, Newton, Iowa “The Orange and Black” Marshfield High School, Marshfield, Wis- “Stoutonia” Stout Institute, Mcnomonie, Wis. “Campus Breeze” University High, Minneapolis, Minn. The “M”: Your magazine is one of the best of our exchanges. Your editorials and stories are excellent. The cover design, cuts and cartoons add much to the beauty of your magazine. “Purple and Gold:” Your athletic editors know the art of putting school spirit in their columns. The Schurzone”: This is a very interesting magazine. All of the department headings are attractive. “The Booster:” This is a very newsy magazine. The jokes liven up your paper. “The Record:” Your magazine is interesting, newsy and full of pep. “The Newtonia:” It is a real school magazine and holds the interest of all its l'eaders. The editorials are good. “The Glean:” our cover deserves prai.se; it is very attractively de- signed. All of your departments are good. The “Orange and Black:” Your editorials are interesting and in- structive. Where is your humor? Exchange Jokes Teacher (explaining fraction.) “Johnnie, which would vou rather have, a whole apple or an apple cut in halves ?” Bright Johnny replied, “The two halves because the whole apple might have worms in it.—Gleam. Why did the salt-shaker? Because he saw the spoon-holder.”—Schurzone. rih£ question before the Student Cabinet: Why docs Harold B. ob- ject to class parties? Things we have to wait for Auditorium periods Wm. Turner’s Awakening Doors to open before 1 P. M. The Power Saw True sportsmanlike spirit Seniors Juniors Sophs Freshmen Diplomas Class rings More chances Growth The Vampire: Do you ever need sympathy? Don’t you ever feel a longing for tenderness?” The Victim: “Uh-huh, when I order a steak.” 26

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TRITE BLUE THE CROSS MYSTIQUE The day had been one of those wintry days which I always have dreaded, snow caked hard, the wind cutting and an atmosphere that al- ways seemed so undecided, withholding something. I had remained in- doors all day; there is nothing I dislike more than to be kept inside with nothing to do. Yet I felt snuggly comfortable this night, as I sat in my arm chair before the glowing coal stove. Mac, my fox terrier pup, had been snoozing at my feet. I had in vain tried to concentrate on the nove. I was reading. Mac, I noticed suddenly, was awake, half conscious rather, his eyes wide open, seeming to expect something, yet not sure enough to listen. As watched him, he suddenly pricked up his ears, all attention. I had heard nothing and found myseif awaiting what the doo- might be up to. He slowly arose, a low growl followed, gradually getting louder. He ran lrom cne coiner to the other, from one window to the other, from door to door. I whistled and called to him but he would not heed. Suddenly he went whimpering and whining behind tae stove and lay down. I tho’t that perhaps he had heard something out in the street, when unexpectedly I heard the silk portieres in the arch between my den and dining room rustle. I turned my head. Imagin emy surprise to see the form of a man —or what I thot to be a man—standing just inside the portiers. The curtains were of deep royal blue, the figure cf misty white was nuite trans- parent, for the folds of velvet could be seen right where he was standing. I noticed a shore dagger was thrust through his heart. I did not rise from my chair. The dog seemed quite unaware of a piesence m the room other than my own. I simply waited for the figure xo act. “My name is Paulo De Capua or rather it was. I lived in Spain till the year 1915. My untimely death at the hands of another was much to my regret. As long as long as I could not live, I used my sDirit. control. »It has been my power which has guided you cn your wanderings and shaped the paths of your life. But I have been sorely disappointed; you have seemed not to realize that your actions are not your own and try to analyze your lack of initiative. I have come to you finally to explain, since you have proved so stupid. Here he carne forward a step and took my right hand in his. The tiuth about my life dawned upon me. It is true enough that I seemed to have been carried about the globe cn the winds with no serious purpose. He resumed speaking. “You see here—that is the ‘Cross Mystique.’ Anyone with this cross cn his right palm has psychic powers which can be used if exercise-1 T shall leave now, you must exercise your psychic power as a livelihoed ” Gradually the shadowy, misty, veil-like man faded into the velvet cur- tains. Three years have passed and yet I do not use my powers. My friends, who know of my gift, have often begged me to use it to commrn;- cate with their dead. It has always hurt me to refuse people when their request is so well meant, but I am determined never to us? mv power. A year has elapsed since I wrote the above. It was last nio-ht T sat alcne with my dog in the same room and precisely the same position I al- ways do,, and incidentally the same as the night my spirit control appeared. I was reading poetry by Ella Wheeler Wilcox when I felt quite trans- formed, a new man. I had a free feeling as tho’ a great burden had been lifted- I was transfixed. I threw myself back in the chair, relaxing, when my book slid to the fi.ocr. I made no effort to step it. I remained motion- less, my hands lying palm up, the way I held my book. My gaze became rigid of a sudden. The curse cf the “Cross Mystique” was lift d. It was 28