Hey, baby, what's happenin'?

Not too much! Well, boys, prom time is rolling around pretty quick. That's a little plug I get from the girls . . . of course!

Jim Dillon, it seems you've been having problems at the Clark station lately, but not as much as Jeanne Malmberg, who forgot to put on her turn signal‑SMASH!

Tom Pyron seems to be getting fat; maybe it's those big lunches or that banana a day. And what about Ken Werner who hates to be seen playing baseball? I think I'll attend a few of the games and find out what's happening.

Rusty (Pizza) Lino spends his weekends playing monopoly; right, Eddie Lusk? And I promise I won't say anything about your party, Kate Levan.

Pat Radlein seems to be having a fun time. She wins trophies at the drag strip. She's a little rusty, though. Hey, Mike Smith seems to be really rolling in the money; but Bruce Kaechele thinks it should have been all his.

Darlene Klausing hears the pitter‑patter of two little feet around the house. The feel are webbed, and it's a ball of yellow fur. Guessed it yet? Well, John Carl, that sure is some front porch.

Bill Page likes to attend junior open houses, right, Owen Whitman? I don't see why because they could ask Dave (Paxe) Krowka where to go. He knows plenty of places

Barb Herman's hair seems to be getting shorter and shorter. Pretty soon we'll be calling her Greg. The Westerner staff seems to be going buggie, lately. A certain member was apprehended by a teacher recently for throwing confetti in the hail.

Woe is me; I haven't heard the grind of a pencil sharpener lately. Mmmm . . . Joe Richardson better watch out‑it seems a certain girl is working awfully hard to influence his political affiliation.

Gayle McCarthy, are you still feeding Odie part of your lunch? It seems as if Dhyan Fehrenbacher can't miss those white poles around the football field. Finally, can Tim Harrity tell if there is oil in a car or not? Of course, he has learned how to open a hood half way right. Huzzah!

Morfit and the Phynques