APRIL 5, 1968
With the end of the third quarter I had to say farewell to my student- teacher-kennel- keeper, Miss Pat Tansey. Sniff! I'm gonna miss her! She had this way of scratching my ears.
Some people around here must really hate volleyball! Ron Parks went to all the trouble of spraining his ankle to get out of gym. Atta boy, Ron! Anne Brosseit demonstrated her acrobatic prowess by falling off a sink!
Attention all boys! If you want to save $2.50 on a haircut, talk to Viv Geiger; she cuts hair free.
Well, it seems to me that Bob Banger's charm is failing. Wouldn't you say so, Chris Clausen?
Barb Koterek is living in style. Every day during lunch she has her faithful servant, Lynn Lloyd, put ketchup on her sandwich. That doesn't quite compare to Debby Fess's feasts in algebra.
The Senior Prom tickets entitle a "couple" to enter the dance. Well, Don Behrens has made his decision. He's taking a couple - two girls, that is. How about that, Nancy Mott?
When are you going to learn, Gail Kuehn? You can't bring your coat to your ninth period class. Mrs. Margaret McCaw will catch you every time. The same for you, Karen Nolan.
Please, George Mueller, don't trade in your car to buy a motorcycle. Think of the poor people like Joyce Hicks, Will Deuser, and Bob Rannfeldt who ride home in your spacious white Rambler. How would eight people fit on a cycle?
Progress report: The Tri-M scrapbook is coming along just fine. Club historian Dave Larsen has the title page completed. And it only took seven months to complete one page. Let's see, if you do a page every seven months, you should be finished by 1970.
A last word of advice-watch your step when leaving the cafeteria via the A-wing exit. Someone in the journalism classes thinks it's funny to set a full carton of milk in the middle of the doorway just to watch the reactions of the person who has the misfortune to step on it.
That's all for now. Follow my advice, and you'll never go wrong. Love and everything!
Morfit (My phynques were of no help whatsoever.)