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

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CTRIFE, suffering, sacrifice, and hard work seem to he the lot of the present generation. The stupidity of this genera- tion of mankind can only he redeemed by the future generations through hard work and the development of a right philosophy of life. Greed and selfishness must go and in their places must he developed the spirit of love and understanding. There are no honest short cuts, for hard work and honesty never had a substitute. It is my earnest hope that you, the future citizens, may have much work to do and that you may he equal to the task that lies ahead. Satisfaction in a service well performed is the only true happiness that anyone can get out of life. £d!ujand! (P. (Rock

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T'abJe Contents I. Falling Leaves and Bonfires II. Snowballs and Christmas Trees III. Bluebirds and Pussywillows

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iDean Diany: Please help me to remember, always, the teachers 1 ve had because it was through their help I was able to make the most of my high school career. I first met Miss Gunderson (16) when I was still frightened by the hugeness of the high school building. She generously helped me with verbs and adverbs and also beat rhythmic time while I labored at my penman- ship drills. After helping me with my read- ing and spelling, she sent me to room 104. From Miss Murphy (9) I learned about trade winds and monsoons, mingled with her characteristic Irish humor. She patiently ex- plained those involved lines in “The Courtship of Miles Standish” and through bitter exper- ience she taught me the folly of writing notes. Miss Glasrud (10) showed me the essen- tials of housekeeping and also how to sew straight seams. I learned the lack of taste in wearing pink and orange together, that I must always dip my soup spoon away from me, and break my bread in pieces. Mr. Anderson (7) carefully instructed us in the proper use of saws and hammers. I often saw him coaching the “B basketball players too and teaching the football players to hold that line”. I remember the hours I spent playing basketball and volleyball under the watchful eye of Miss Kidd (15) in both gym and G. A. C. tournaments. But the healthful exercises she showed us were certainly painful. I contrib- uted many wads of gum to her waste basket. I watched many sophomores slave over the adventures of Caesar and try to master those fiendish irregular Latin verbs under Miss Rehmer’s (13) guidance. Through her patience I was able to roll correctly my “r’s” while reciting German folklore. In Miss Mathew’s (17) class I learned that I was an important cog in our government machine and, also, important facts about cor- rect business routine. I remember the time I had trying to decide upon only one voca- tion, considering everything from nurse’s train- ing to acting. Besides teaching me the English funda- mentals during my freshman and sophomore years, Miss Lawrence (11) helped me with the details of pantomimes and the art of act- ing. I can still see her agilely waltzing about at the prom for which she was the adviser. Chromosomes and protoplasm were intro- duced to me by Mr. Fladager (4). I still shud- der when I think of dissecting those “smelly” frogs just before lunch. He was also an in- spiration to our basketball and football play- ers. I am so proud when I think of our champion football team. I first realized the importance of weather and electricity from Mr. Bargen (2). To me all these clouds seemed the same, but I learn- ed that there are cumulus and stratus clouds. The bovs were just learning practical physics when Mr. Bargen left to work in our national defense program. We finished our course un- der the direction of Mr. Heiting who also helped train our boxing team. My awkwardness was certainly a handicap when I attempted to type those “perfect” let- ters in Mr. Walbrandt’s (18) class. Those “five pages” of shorthand always seemed to pile up on me the night before. He carefully start- ed the “little Raiders” in their athletic prog- ress, too. When I was having difficulty seeing why “an inscribed angle equals one-half its arc”, Miss Hughes (19) was always willing to clear up my troubles. Besides teaching geometry, algebra, and advanced math she spent a great deal of time coaching the debaters. She was as much concerned about our commencement program as we seniors were. I remember how we looked forward to the Wednesday nights when the True Blue Times” came out. Miss Mcllquham (8) was always on hand to rush us when the time grew short. She was also the adviser of the “True Blue” staff. And, oh, the hours I spent on that 2,000 word theme in English IV! Miss Lee (6) seemed so exacting during my library periods, but now I realize the rea- son. I guess it is just “student-nature” to try to “get by” with all one can. During that 1:10 period it seemed she always, somehow, discovered that I was chewing gum, and in the basket it would go. Whenever I think of Mr. Weatherhead’s (12) class, I always remember the appropriate jokes he added to the discussions. Besides teaching history and social problems, he spent much of his time writing checks and balanc- ing his expense sheets for the activity fund. In Mixed Chorus Miss Hanson (14) made me realize that music was more than just notes or sharps and flats. Besides Mixed Chorus she directed the glee clubs, small ensembles, departmental music classes and grade school music. I could never understand how she could take care of those things. Mr. Nelson (3) worked patiently with a group of string players who were all beginners. How fine it will be to have an orchestra again! I do hope the students will keep up with their hard work next year. You see, dear Diary, he is joining Uncle Sam’s army when school is out. The day I cut myself I became so excited, but Miss Peterson (5) calmly bandaged my finger, and I’m certain she saved me pints of blood! She did a great deal in stopping epi- demics too. I think Alice Engstrom (1) had to endure more interruptions than anyone. One day when I spilled India Ink she knew exactly what to do. It seemed that there were always students in there asking her pointless ques- tions. And so, dear Diary, I’ve told you about all my teachers; and I’ll think of them every time I look at your pages.