Dirty Ratzafraz ‑ I was squeezed out of the last issue by a hair ‑ and a dirty one at that! And after all the work my finks went through to get Robin Ziegler's '62, name in my column.

Jean (Man‑Tan) Mitran '63, and John (Mono) White '62, ‑ that's what I call togetherness!

My finks have been trying to find out why Pat Callaghan '64, is walking around like a robotsomething about a cast.

Jan Pater '62, who is in charge of V‑show usherettes, is having a hard time with a kingsize M‑club senior. He wants to be one, too! Whatcha want to do that for, Dickie‑Do?

Watch out for Bruce Parsons '62, he is a fanatic when it comes to stepping on clean white gym shoes. As long as he stays off my paws, I guess it's all right.

Say, don't all of you gals SWOON when Jim Lunetto '62, speaks in class? If he keeps this up, he may become a male Tokyo Rose.

It is a known fact that Morfit (that's me) has great authority in this establishment, but I have received a request that may be beyond my power to grant. The suggestion in the Westerner box reads, "We want a cigarette machine!" Why‑y‑y not?

Hear tell that Sue Pyron '62, and Linda Perrin '63, are trying their darndest to create their own H‑bomb. None of those crazy experiments in chem class, please!

Jim Burgett '63, has developed a revolutionary method of cheating: Write the answers on the inside of your eyelids. However, if you blink, it washes off. I suppose there are loopholes in all great ideas.

Well, enough of this yak‑yak. Tally Ho from Morfit and the Finks!