OCT. 9, 1964
I'd sure hate to have a name as long as Stu Kriegermeier's, who can't fit his on his IBM card.
If you've ever wondered what it would be like to have a straight diet of fingernails just ask Jim Facinelli.
I hear it takes a certain freshman, Roy Schmidt, 15 minutes to open his track locker. The football team is really goin' great, but I just wonder if Tim Kissane and John Kennett feel superior in their red spikes.
Steve Sherwood is still mad 'cause they wouldn't let him try out for Frosh-Soph Cheerleading.
If you all want to be here to read 'Morfit' next week, don't walk by the tennis courts after school, or that little Jan "Squeak" Hargrave will bombard you with tennis balls.
While on the subject of lunch, Kay Dunavant had quite an experience. She bit into an apple, and what did she find but an itsy bitsy hole. Fortunately for the worm, he was still intact. He was so healthy, he even stuck his tongue out at Sue McMahon. How do all you biologists out there like that for a discovery!
That dear, sweet boy, Ken Seagren, doesn't smell like "Infatuation" (or something like that) anymore. He finally bought a bottle of English Leather after some "friendly persuasion."
That's all for this week, so remember: The eyes of Morfit are upon you.
Bye now,
Morfit and the Phynques