All of you have to remember to wish Benjamin Franklin a happy birthday!

Tell me Francis Eugene Raimondi, Tom "Basil" Koulentes, and Al Pier, are your feet broken out; or did you get red socks for Christmas?

Talking about red, why don't you like your nickname, "Red," Pam Bol?

Anyone knowing the where abouts of nine pairs of Mickey Mouse Club ears please contact Kent Lashway.

Gee, Chris "Christopher Wheat" Gembich, what ever happened to your squirt gun?

Tell everyone in 5B lunch that Ralph Searles likes ice cream sticks down his back!

Don't cry, Marilyn Conners; Marion Gordon will buy a Pow-wow ticket.

Did you hear Timothy J. Keane on WLS radio? He played "The Marvelous Toy" just for his sister, wasn't that sweet!

Donna Meier's a trouble maker‑she plays footsy in study hall!

Farewell, Kathy Blendow, we'll all miss you after you've moved to Chicago.

Sorry, Jerry Kehe, but I don't have anything to write about you.

Looking over the choice of fair maidens that roam these hallowed halls, it seems strange that Wayne Azon would ask an older woman to the Christmas Formal, but one must admit that many strange things do take place in this beloved knowledge box. By the way, she turned you down, didn't she Wayne?

Mike Lassota has some rubbing alcohol for sale if A. W. Ripperger is interested in buying some. He's still saddle sore from last summer's 50 mile bike trip.

No! Does Greg Small really wear false teeth?

Seriously, however, I think we should all give a big hand to the custodians for their tireless efforts in painting the indoor track. Powder blue isn't so bad, boys; it could have been chartruese.

Morfit and the Finks