Morfit, private eye, at your service! These past weeks, my private eye has been scanning the Senior class.

"The Yolk's On Them" (the freshman, sophomore, and junior classes) because the Senior class won first place in Homecoming floats.

The question for today is "Will Joe Mitchell (stage manager in the Senior class play Our Town) ever find his little butternut tree?"

Scott Ross is fulfilling his lifelong ambition of acting the part of a dead man in the Senior class play.

Gloria Jenkins, chairman of the ticket committee for the play, is registering a complaint because of all the smart seniors who keep asking her if she wants to buy a ticket.

Hear tell the wild escapades of Betty Thief and Bev Pawelko, our trusted(?) class officers. After the Homecoming game they were seen trying to break into a car (not theirs). Assisting them was none other than our Student Council president, Bruce Johns. Explain that!

In Mr. Henry's fourth period algebra class, Tom Meike jumped up at the end of the period and yelled ''Hooray! The class is over!" Thank goodness Mr. Henry recognized the familiar blue‑and‑white beanie that Torn was wearing.

Morfit seems to have taken up a new residence at Sandy Bond's house. Did you check Morfit's bath water, Sandy?

'62 Bow‑Wow