Howdy!

Well, spring has almost sprung; and I can see that it is affecting quite a few students. Mary HoIm finally got ringed. Val Dietz received 16 roses for her sixteenth birthday from a secret admirer. But Steve Wischweh knows who it is.

So Tom Sperling scored a zero on an intelligence test. Way to go! I wonder what kind of score Barb Meyer would receive. She's quite forgetful. But at least she has Cathy Higgins to pick up after her.

Bill Franzen just didn't seem to be able to stay on his donkey at the Donkey Basketball game. But Pat Clement couldn't even stay on her feet as she came tearing into the cafeteria. That must have really upset Laura Nelson and Carolyn Relph because they just dumped their lunch table on poor Mary Tenant. Then everything started. It was terrible. Jeff Rizzo ended up with pie all over his face. And Greg Nelson got a glob of whipped cream on his back. No wonder Mike Ridges decided to leave.

Since then the word has spread like wildfire. Liz Bednarz lost seven unsold Pow Wow tickets. Laura Garza got her ID. card punched twice in five minutes. Burt Lucas has been jumping into the bushes. Linda Barham was so disturbed to hear of the cafeteria mishaps that she couldn't put her lipstick on straight. It ended up all over her face. On his way to Romano's, Bill Morstad hit a car twice. Then Bill Blume had stomach trouble. And finally Mary Smith changed her name to Jessica. Well! I'm glad the trouble has died down since then. And all because of Pat's slippery shoes!

Some people would like to know if Bob "Pick‑up‑sticks Champion" Stevenson ever got his ile. Beth Radcliff should be the first to know. Now I'd like to know if Bill Schultz makes a habit of imitating goldfish. And, Jan Peterson, do you really want to sleep on the couch?

I've heard that Tony Gyssler has a real museum. Too bad Ron "Pinocchio" Wallace isn't a real live boy. I don't know how alive Barry Burgess is, though. Lots of people say he looks like Caesar with that haircut.

Dave Wallman made a Valentine's cookie that was two feet across. Now Claude Smith is going to publish a book called Claude's Cliches. I wonder why Ken Mandelky was whistling at the kids in the black Chrysler the night of the Girls' Choice Dance. He was probably just admiring the signs. Speaking of signs, Rick Davis has been making a few lately. But he could never top Pat Mollenkamp and Fran Urban. They have had quite a collection to show around during eighth period.

Pete Kulik must be very tired lately. It seems he's been sleeping on the radiators. By the way, has anyone heard of Maine's new student, Jackie Meanswell?

Tootles!