It is that special time of the year, and my Phynques and I have come up with a Christmas list to give to Santa. These are some suggestions:

Dick Brown, any kind of war toy; Paulette Jados, a new set of paints (She managed to spill her others all over a study hall).

Darrell Jonasson, a new locker (He is having trouble with his old one, even though Debbie Hansen cleaned it out for him).

Mr. Eugene Zuccarini, a new cleaning woman (?); Ken Gutowski, a shower curtain; Steve Smith, a new set of keys (It seems that Marilyn Lussky has strange places for hiding his others).

Judy Nawalaniec, hamster booties; Fred Triebe, a spittoon; Diane Laney, a back scratcher; Patti Redmond, a new pair of furry claws; and finally, for Gail Hoss and Judy Husman, two new pairs of track shoes for their daily sprints down C‑wing. Maybe Jeff Weidner knows something about this.

Some late information on V‑Show just came in. It seems that Bob Fowler has a rather strange sense of humor in the dressing room. Isn't that right, Maureen O'Brien?

Because of the hustle and bustle, people tend to misplace things left and right. Has a certain senior lost anything lately? Maybe a book, or eight or nine? Ask Jim Sorenson; he's the one with all the lock combinations.

Does anyone in this school have three cents Rick Lucente can borrow? Those cookies without any milk can be awfully dry in accounting class.

Two teachers competed in a close contest this week to see who could say "uh" more times in one class period. And the award goes to Mr. James Jennings who scored a grand total of 367 in one period! Mr. H. Edmund Quinn was runner‑up with 300. Nice try, Mr. Quinn!

Why does Howie Peterson always beg his lunch? Maybe he ought to team up with Doug Kuite, who collects the garbage every day.

Larry Kaminski, do you really believe that Mark Selke is a two-timer? Aw, not good old Mark!

My Phynques tell me that the Christmas Concert went well since Steve Ware didn't drop middle "C."

It would also be interesting to find out how Chris Holmbeck could run out of gas while Jeanne Durham and Chris Lund were pushing the car.

Well, a good vacation will do us all some good. Maybe when the new year starts, Beth Heller will learn the backward somersault; and Lou Brunton will finally find his seat in physics.

But before I sign off, don't tell anyone, Richard Kleisner, but I hear that your name is in Morfit. Shh!

Morfit and the Phynques