VOL. 6, NO. 4
NOV. 6, 1964

Hi, ho peasants! Here I am Morfit-light of the world. This week I'll start off with the band room. Anyone who has been in there in the last week or so has probably had the pleasure of hearing a new, unnamed sound sensation. It sounds like a cross between Dave Brubeck and Jerry and the Pacemakers, without any definite beat. While I'm on the subject

Boy! Was that a halloween party or was that a HALLOWEEN PARTY! Tana and Cindy sure out did themselves this time. Mel Morrison had one, too. I hear Mel lent out her sugar-cookie costume this year. Gee, I sure love sugar cookies!

Collect any new "colorful objects" yet this year, Susie Spachman? I hear Ron Kolacek has broken six test tubes so far this year in biology class. Not bad, but I bet he didn't do it all on his lonesome. Next time Patty Johnson wears a soldier hat during Aqulana, she better use Elmer's glue to keep it on.

I wonder what tien, tien mon chien means? It seems that's all I ever hear Judith "Voo-Voo" Colebaugh say to Claude Stewart nowadays. Sounds like some kind of a code! Speaking of codes does D.L.F.E. mean anything to you, Pat LaSalle and Regina Ahrens?

Does Gloria Lippert have the mumps, or was she aceidently slugged in the halls? Maybe I better ask Butch Garcia. He seems to know a little bit about everything.

Well, kiddies, I realize how anxious you all are to help ol' Morfit out, so if you have some piece of news that you are really dying to see in this column, drop it in The Westerner box in the "Maine" entrance-and I don't mean old lunches, etc. If you're chicken to be seen putting it in the box, give it to someone on The Westerner staff. Don't be cute, though. All information will be verified before printing!

Remember, the eyes of Morfit are upon you. Bye now.

Morfit and the Phynques