Greetings All!

Well, kids, here's the big question: Will senior girls go out with senior boys this year? Even I don't know the answer to that. I guess we'll have to find out as the year drags along. While on the subject of dragging, who said she wanted to race Rusty Lino's 1959 Triumph TR3 with a 1965 Rambler?

Hey, Mary Mott, shatter any more windshields lately? Please warn her, Don Clark, to stay away from cement trucks. Speaking of cement, have you seen hard guy, Bob "Granny" Burgess around? It seems that his voice is getting high and screechy. There! Did you hear it crack? Or was that Janis Blume's car named Sherman? I think Jan Heller will tell her that a band‑aid won't fix that smashed front fender. Gee, will a band‑aid help your car, Harry Chiles?

Well, Darlene Jackson, how's the bottomless milk carton business coming along? Bob Suda seemed upset about it; he missed his chair in the lunch room. Did you know that Cathy Greene walked out of the gym without her skirt. Laurie Bard seemed to have a couple direction problems. Seen the indoor track lately, Laurie? Why did you run down that cook, Karin Karner? I'll bet Barb Leonard told you to. Have you noticed that Elaine "Frosh" Bacos doesn't seem to be able to control her books?

Karen Heist, what is nice and what is naughty? Jody Kinder, have you seen any baboons anywhere? You might have seen a baby doll in Louie Smith's speech class. What's your explanation, Louie? Diane Fehrenbacher, just who is Jim Murphy? Hey, John Burns, Terry Heller, and Reed Hauck, I saw you guys chasing the girls in the third period junior leader class! Talk much, Stef Fowler?

Did you know that Carol "Cackle" Gehrke thinks she's a witch? What do you think, Alice Mott? I won't believe it until I see her flying around October 31. Speaking about flying, I see our Star Flyers, Leslie "Bruce" Howard, Anna "Jake" Fahnestock, and Peggy "Jim" Fisher are still flying high. One more thing, regrets are sent to Pete Kulik for his lost milkshake!

I guess that's all for this issue. But remember, beware of that pile of books, that empty locker, and that crack in the 'wall! I, Morfit, may be hiding in there watching you!

Bye for now! Morfit
and the Phynques