SEPT. 25, 1964
My policy is to see all and tell all.
Warning: To all freshmen! Beware. Since you have never met me, I may as well clue you in-I'm dangerous. Not to people like Linda Klippert, though. Say, Linda, how'd you like to introduce me to that big, beautiful, husky hunk of man at your house. Not your brother, silly, your dog King.
But I'm not the only danger around. Just walking across a street is like taking your life into your own hands. Especially with people like Jerry Walsh and Mary Jefferson gunning around on their two-wheeler bicycles. They don't even use training wheels any more. Besides that hazard, it looks like Barb Manning may be driving pretty soon.
It's refreshing to know that there are still a few safe and sane people around. Take, for instance, Randy Dean. He's so careful, he even folds up his lunch bags and brings them home again every day.
Then, there are people like Linda Wright '67, who obviously is a schizophrenic. She says that she is a sophomore, but goes to freshman gym classes.
Biology class will never be the same since Joanne Martin passed around those cute baby pictures. Were you the twin who didn't have the Toni?
Anyway, class of '68, that's a preview of what to expect in future issues, I'll be here every week. Till then, remember: The eyes of Morfit are upon you.
Bye now, Morfit and the Phynques