APRIL 19, 1968
After Christmas vacation ends and spring vacation ends, there is just one thing left for a student to look forward to - SUMMER! All my Phynques just can't seem to wait until they can jump onto their plastic ducks and take a spin around the wading pool.
Prom time is soon approaching, boys. The preceeding has been paid for by the junior and senior girls in hopes that it will wake up all those special someones.
Pete Schmitz, alias the Dorito Kid, must starve himself all week so that he can really eat at those Wednesday night committee meetings. Joan Smirga seems to have an eating problem, too. Better watch out, Joan; 4B study hall isn't a very good place for trying to quietly munch apples and cookies.
The Bye, Bye Birdie rehearsals seem to get many students down. All right, all you boys, let's eat our Wheaties so that we can lift all those girls. No more thuds. John Harrisville and Donna Ellwanger sure use their Saturday lunch hours to best advantage. Don't forget to check for water in the pool this Saturday.
Conrad Bar's voice seemed to have made quite a recovery after a few gulps of tea and honey from his handy Thermos. Maybe Tom Mattox is trying to get rid of his inner frustrations, but how would it look for a dignified policeman to come out on stage for Bye, Bye Birdie acting like Tiny Tim?
Glad to see that Birgit Lonergan is back. Maybe she now can understand why a handshake is better than a kiss. Some people just can't take advice.
During the election skits we hope that Rick Lucente did not feel that he had to take the advice of Jean Mueting's "Lord of the Flies" sign seriously. Was Jody Kinder trying to act like a prophet when she introduced the candidates for president during the junior assembly?
Our prize for the best excuse of the month goes to Karen Kohler for saying, "I can't go in the water today; I have to go to a Spanish dinner tonight!"
A secret tip to Betsy Baldo. If she doesn't learn that her gym leader has another name besides "Hey, Teach," then some drastic measures will be taken.
Mary Hicklin, is life so terrible that you have to carry a suit-case around with you to your classes? Maybe you could help Bill Markworth by carrying some of his Easter eggs. Do you really think that entering an Easter egg hunt at your age is fair, Bill?
One last word of warning: Beware because the eyes, ears, nose, and throat of Morfit are upon YOU. May is my alert month.
Morfit and the Phynques