VOL. V, NO. 6
DECEMBER 13, 1963
Seniors Have High Hopes;
Maybe Santa Will Oblige
By Barb Sigalove '64

The North Pole Mailbox contains these
letters from Maine West Seniors.

Dear Santa,
Please send me a rake to comb my haystack hairdo, some powder for my pizza nose, and liner to make my snake eyes purty.
Marta Riser

Dear Santa,
I am expecting twenty new mohair sweaters with matching skirts. Could you tell me if you really come through a hole in the rooftop? My Dad says that you come through a hole in his wallet.
Jill DuClos

Dear Santa,
One half of this year I've been good; the other half of this year I've been bad. So, I guess the only thing you can do is to send half of what I ask for . . .
Dave Wollard

Dear Santa‑Baby,
We've hung all of our stockings by the fireplace. Mine is the one with the run in it. Be a doll and replace it. (Size 9‑beige tone)
Jean Alajoki

Dear Santa,
Please send some real, real clean gym socks to Linda Reiter and Pam Gilgenbach. If that's not possible, please send me a nose plug.
Leah Nelson
Dear Santa,
Leave another bottle of "Catch A Man Fragrance No. 1" again this year. But make it a bit stronger.
Leslie Pease

Dear Santa,
Please give many lovely flowers, but no nasty baobobos to the Little Prince. Send Mr. Todd a Russian recording of "Turkey in the Straw" and a pronunciation key to Russian authors' names.
Todd's Clods (English IV Classes)

Dear Santa,
Are there any lost Dial Tones up at the North Pole? (Ruthie Sommer's got them and she must be hiding them somewhere.) Please send an unlimited late‑bus pass supply to Barb Solka, a personalized edition of the daily bulletin for Erv Geisler and John Arkoos, ,and let Bob Tatge win jest one little ol' poker game for a change. Please make December 32 "Be Kind To Bob Specht Day." ('cause somebody somewhere loves him.) Give Mr. Lawyer a handkerchief so he doesn't have to carry attendance cards in his pocket. A Merry Christmas from all of us here in "Little Russia."
Senior Homeroom, C‑109