DEC. 4, 1964
Two of my favorite "mystery writers" seem to have something very much in common-namely, their handwriting. Maybe you'd better type your letters next time, "Brain" and "Hopeless." He and/or she reports that Carole Goode loves to talk to and listen to Mr. Blake.
Then there's Jean Karnatz, who should be fun to watch when she has volleyball. She's already broken two fingers, playing basketball.
The Sophomore Class must he trying to disprove Newton's law of gravity. So fair they aren't succeeding, though. Cindy Linke fell out of her chair at lunch. Jim Jones fell out of his in biology (and you didn't think it would get in Morfit-one of my closest Phynques is in that class). And Marlies Lueck fell in the rotunda.
You've all heard of the Leader of the Laundromat. Maine West doesn't go without representation. We have our Leader of the Dry Cleaners - Mark Burchard.
Ya wanta see something funny? Just meet Pat Frost at South Park almost 'any Monday at 3:30. Then there's Jerry Spence ............
Question: Are you a pale, lifeless-looking blob? Just see Sue Dahm, "the Fuller Blush Girl."
If you have nothing better to do, start up a conversation with John Gable and he'll probably say, "I like it." So does Tom Herzog.
And if you're in a romantic mood, you can ask Becky Conklin to recite some poetry. She brought her English class to tears with her moving repertoire.
Bob Means is certainly 'setting a marvelous example for us all. He's chief judge of traffic court, and he just got a ticket for not having a sticker for his car. Tsk, tsk.
Kate Levan obviously has a promising career ahead of her in the dramatic arts. She just tried out for V-Show as a door. Did you study under the Strasburg Method? Fran Urban has heir beat a's far as talent goes. You must remember the moving performance she gave in V-Show last year-how she fell flat on her face (strictly for laughs, of course).
Finally, a last huzzah for that 50-pound head-Jack Ayres.
Remember: The eyes of Morfit are upon you.
Morfit and the Phynques