VOL. 6, NO. 11
MAR. 5, 1965
Greetings! The Phynques and I went on our weekly patrol through the cafeteria. Funny thing, Eddie Borski doesn't eat his daily banana anymore. An apple a day is the highlight of Sheila Quinn's lunch period. Hugh Dorsey seems to be a little hungry at lunch time. I couldn't believe what he consumed.

Cindy Linke had better return Mike Mencinger's guitar pick, because his fingers are getting sore. Somebody named Bill Jonas likes to draw nasty caricatures of his teachers. That's all right with me as long as he doesn't fool around with my lovely features.

Well, Mary Holm, I'm glad you finally killed that frog in biology class-he scared me! ! ! Speaking of frogs, Bob Kunkel '66, seems to be getting better as a driving teacher - Gayle McCarthy hasn't hit any more garbage cans lately.

Attention all students! ! Beware of Kathy Gross. She has the dangerous characteristic of falling out of the tops of bunk beds on GAA overnights. You can recognize her by the lump on her head and the tiny bits of smashed potato chips she fell on.

Brian Ipsen is preparing for New Year's Eve by tearing up paper into little bits during study hall. Having fun Brian?

Did you ever wonder what a girl feels like when a guy nibbles on her ear? Someone did, so Diane Walsh was asked. She claims she got all her information from the locker room.

Rumor had it that Cheri Anderson fell off the trampoline, but it was only her hairpiece.

Poor, poor Rich Syphers. He just can't seem to hold onto his fruit loops.

What's happening on March 10th? That's the big question that all the underclassmen are asking the seniors. Well, they can go on asking 'cause I'm not going to tell.

Did you see the headline "Local Girl Assaulted in local Gym Class, Claims Local Girl Kori-Sue Rohrbacher?" If you did, you've been seeing things . . . but "Hooaskd'ya?" anyway, right Mary Beth Leonard.

Bye now,
Morfit and the Phynques