VOL. V, NO. 15
JUNE 9, 1964
Greetings and salutations from the mighty Morfit. At last I'm fully recovered from my measles, and my pal Gomer has hit the road.
I find this the saddest time of the year . . . dribble
Not because our mighty Senior Class is leaving us. Not because some of my best Phynques will be going to Maine South. Not because this is the last issue for this year. No. Only because we'll be losing one of the froshiest Freshmen Classes that we've ever had at this school. But cheer up. There's always next year to look forward to‑unreality in its truest form
Because this is the last issue, I'd like to dedicate this column to the Senior Class of '64, and wish them all the luck in the world. I must look to the future though, and this is a warning: I shall return next September. Beware! !
Till then, I'll make this my last Huzza!
Bye now, Morfit and the Phynques
I find this the saddest time of the year . . . dribble
Not because our mighty Senior Class is leaving us. Not because some of my best Phynques will be going to Maine South. Not because this is the last issue for this year. No. Only because we'll be losing one of the froshiest Freshmen Classes that we've ever had at this school. But cheer up. There's always next year to look forward to‑unreality in its truest form
Because this is the last issue, I'd like to dedicate this column to the Senior Class of '64, and wish them all the luck in the world. I must look to the future though, and this is a warning: I shall return next September. Beware! !
Till then, I'll make this my last Huzza!
Bye now, Morfit and the Phynques
