VOL. V, NO. 3
In the last issue of The Westerner I failed to mention Don Deese and Scott Weidner among the band members marching in shorts and bare feet . . . sorry, fellas.
The rodeo's in town! Darlene "Moe" Beyer seems to think so . . . at any rate, Mark Sorensen was seen twirling her lariat on top of a radiator the other morning.
"Hey, Callaghan!" Say, Sue Buthman, that's not Pat Callaghan, that's Diane "Drop" Dormeyer!
I sure hope Jan Cartwright and Dyan Hartung are almost recovered from their wall‑to‑wall‑people‑type open houses.
Dawn "Aurora" Rae Piotter says to be sure to tell you rowdy boys at football games to "leave my hairpiece alone, or at least don't throw popcorn in it!"
Question: Doesn't the car run better when you release the emergency brake, Marty Dettmer?
Magazine reading is getting to be quite a pastime: like Clyde Rowells reading Mad Magazine in study hall and Dennis Steinke reading Vogue in English.
Seems that a costume party is coming up. Melody Morrison wants to go as a raisin cookie and Ken Bixby wants to "try something new, like going as a football player."
Because you said you wanted your name in the paper . . . Horn, horn, horn! Hi, Gail! You, too Donna Finke.
Karl Raack wishes Maureen Lorenz would start drawing him like he really is‑adorable. Certain people wish you three would smile more, Judy Nixon, Louise Perley, and LaDonna Miller.
So, Nancy Meyer and Linda Bork, you've been wondering who Morfit is . . . so have a lot of people who didn't read the first issue of The Westerner. I'm a lovable, shaggy‑faced, floppy‑eared, stumpy‑tailed dog who is a little bit snoopy.
