VOL. V, NO. 14
MAY 15, 1964
Howdy Folks! My name is Gomer; I'm an ole hound‑dog from Tennessee. I'm taking over this week for my ole Cousin Morfit. He's been sick, ya see, he thinks he's caught the measles and mumps from Sonny Weathers. Glad to see you're well again, honey!

I don't rightly know how to "right" a colum fir this here newspaper, but I'll do my best.

Hey, what do ya know! That little ole Carolyn Ross, Diane Wolfe, Debbie Pracht, and Cathy Erdmann put on a little ole play in their drama class!

Gee, these here study halls are sure gettin' long, ain't that right, Harriet Hall and Jerry Hanselmann?

That sure was a right fine piece of news print that there Westerner "Cub" staff put out, wasn't it? Wish I cud have been on that there "Cub" staff. Why do they call it "Cub"‑why not "puppy?" Bet they would have wonted me on it then! Durn it! Maybe next year!

Gosh, summer is almost here. Bet Dick Wells and Ed Borski will have fun water‑skiing and sparking with them girls!

Who's that boy who spends most of his day in D‑wing? Do ya reckon it could be that industrially‑minded Wayne Fuhlbrugge

There goes that little girl who was elected treasurer of the Senior Class, Carole Engh! Congratulations to ya, honey !

How's baseball treatin' ya, these days, Chuck Esposito? Hey, there's Steve Ross with his golf club. Wonder if he could give me a few pointers. Get it? Dog, pointers, dog‑type! No? Oh well, I told ya I ain't never before wrote one of these here Morfit columns, but I'm a‑tryin'!