Howdy hi group,

Boy, oh boy, only four weeks from now I'll be able to settle down to some really good paying snooping. It's about time I'd say ‑ ‑ ‑ no more dog biscuits for me; from now on it'll be steak bones all the way. Oh, speaking of eating, seems Donna Hughes would rather take lemonade baths during her lunch hour.

Beware! Spring has sprung, and a teen's fancy is turning to thoughts of getting that driver's license. It looks like nothing's going to stop Linda Dancaster, either‑not even telephones poles. Erwin Muschkat, have you finally recuperated after trying to teach Barb Smith the usage of the brake pedal? Holy bicycle built for two, it turns out you're a real traffic stopper, Carolyn Hummel! Thank heaven, Steve (Sir Galahad) Wacker was near at hand to rescue the bicycle you were lying under from near destruction.

My thanks go to Steve Kriegermeier. The remnants of his hair created a lovely blond toupe for my television appearances. (I do the Gravy Train commercials, you know). While we're on the subject of headgear, I'd like to compliment Frank Holthouse on the stunning hat he was wearing at the "Hut" the other night . . . or was that part of the roof?

Hey, Tom Svenson, how did you say you broke your nose? You know something, Dennis Doyle, you really do have a cute smile. Gary Grandt and Brenda Lockhart, it looks like the kids at the party prefer haunted houses over your company. Last week it looked as though we had a baked lobster roamin' the halls. Gee, I wonder who it was, Linda Bork. A certain Debbie Larson was seen skipping through the Maine West parking lot the other night singing "I'm off to see the wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz." Oh, well, what can be expected from a Frosh.

I've noticed that Bob Kunkel and Steve Faynor are having trouble passing notes back and forth in 6B study. Why don't you fly them across as Rich Parks and Pat Garland do? It seems the kids in first period study hail have been celebrating the Fourth of July early this year‑that is, of course, while they weren't learning music appreciation. Maybe Mr. Cuthbert and his trumpet would know the cause of some of the weird sounds they have been appreciating!

As I bid you a fond farewell, I leave you with this parting thought-never despair for I am hair . . . er . . .here.

Morfit and the NEW Phynques