Hi, Morfit fans! Here are the latest scoops.

Gee, it would be nice if somebody would tell Bob Denley about the four walls surrounding the pool, wouldn't it, Bob?

Maybe then you would stop diving into it. Maybe rubber walls would help ease the pain?

Wimpy, I hear all you would have had to have is a plate of hamburgers the last snow storm and you would have looked just like Jim Hanselman.

Hey Mr. Patrizi, when do all the rest of us professional photographers get our chance to take pictures of you in 2B‑3 art class? Mr. Craigle took some mighty fine pictures, didn't he?

Maybe if you yell a little louder next time, Chris Herzog, the Junior Class will get off your field.

Irene Lewandowski, do you know what it means when a boy kisses you on your nose? Maybe Sue Sharpe could tell you; after all last Tuesday was her nineteenth anniversary.

Mr. Jannusch, how's your Oscar Meyer Wiener whistle?

We hear Mr. Fredricks' ninth period study hail had fun playing soccer in the rain last Thursday. Who kept score?

Is it true Kevin Wright's gym suit still isn't clean after playing around in the mud last week?

We should all chip in and buy Mr. Norgaard a new pair of pants after his fantastic performance Saturday night.

Did you ever find out how fish see in the night, Tom Perski? When you do, tell Jan Konz.

Karen Oman, your hair looks great this week but what color will it be next week?

If anybody is on his way to Mundelein, Celine Lies would enjoy a lift. If she could drive, she'd take you.

Well, this is Morfit signing off. Catch you next time.

Love and Kisses and Hugs Morfit