VOL. V, NO. 11

Hey, look! Here comes the Easter Bunny! Oh darn, it's only Michele Gornell.

Ah hah! There's Jim Dimatteo looking through his Easter basket for the shovel he was supposed to get. You see there's this sandbox and Hey! There's some tracks! Oh goody, I'm hot on his trail.

Foiled again. They're the tracks from one of Peg Callaghan's bugs that got away.

There goes Bill Verber and his goil Shoil, but no Easter Bunny.

Gee, at this rate I'll never find the Easter Bunny. There goes a likely candidate, John Bleharski. Speaking of candidates, there are Dan Barry, Ken Hemple, and Dan Colvin.

Have you seen Larry "Lawrence of Southernmost" Arkus?

For that matter, have you seen any rabbit tracks?

Maybe Harold "Cuddles" Blazek can help me‑no deal, he's busy.

I'd ask Al Eyres to help, but he can't see very well without his glasses.

There's a bright girl, Alyson "Sonny" Weathers. She can't help me, either.

I could ask Dave Ladendorf, but that wouldn't be right because I've heard rumors about him, to coin a phrase.

Tim Kissane play "Heart and Soul" on the violin. I must say, that's an experience I'll never forget.

"Hey, Tim! Have you seen the Easter Bunny?"

"No, but Jan Cartwright went that‑a‑way."

I'm getting pretty discouraged. Maybe Bev Nedwed can cheer me up. I don't see her, but there's Jim Stamborski.

"Gee, Jim, what's up?"

"Oh, AT&T, Standard Oil . . . "

"A typical "Stambo" joke."

I give up. Hey! There in the distance. Mr. Easter Bunny!

Hey! Wait a minute! Hold it . . . .

Morfit and the Phynques