VOL. IX, NO. 1
OCTOBER 13, 1967
It's fall, and the leaves are turning and love is burning. But just because the leaves are changing their colors, does that mean that you girls have to also? And you're burning quite a path with those three little girls you walk with after first period, Mike Osburn. Pretty good for a frosh.

Mr. Freeman, you're just going to have to learn the names of the students in your seventh period government class. Linda Brasel and Randy Selig don't answer to anything but "Blazow" and "Sagan." But anyway, Mr. Freeman, "You're all right!"

Oh boy, I've heard of freshmen being referred to as shrimps; but when you hit the junior stage and are still called a "little fellow," well, John Prentice, you certainly have my sympathies. And does throwing cardboard boxes at poor little girls really make you feel more manly, Tom Wilson? I hope so.

My spies tell me that things are really jumping during rehearsals of Arsenic and Old Lace. Glad to see you finally got the hang of "it," Bob Aulert. You had Gail Peters and another worried for a little while. I also hear that Rick Wilson gets carried away in the third act. Should be very interesting; I can't wait to see it.

Don't be discouraged, Delann Olson; one of these days someone is bound to realize that it hasn't been your birthday for the past two weeks. Speaking of disappointments, I just wanted to tell you, Larry Kahler, not to feel too badly, cuz the girls wouldn't let you join G.A.A. – it would probably have been too much for you, anyway.

I've seen a certain picture of Frank Grange being circulated around the school (thanks to Drew Johanson), but it only looks like Frank when held upside-down. I don't understand it, Mike Tamillo, can you tell me why?

October is certainly turning into a violent month. Beware students-a certain girl has been marching down A-wing banging boys over the head with a wastepaper basket. Take it easy, certain girl; there aren't enough boys in this school as it is.

Stephanie Muller must learn how to restrain herself from posting tell-tale signs on other people's lockers, and Gordon Shirling has got to get the hang of holding on to his possessions. (Get the familiar ring, Gordon?)

Well, luv-bugs, I've just about run out of words and thoughts, but I'd like to know one more thing - Ron Colberg, Tom Mattox, Mike Geisel, and Mike Jenkinson, why were you all whizzing around Lincoln Park Zoo?

One last warning from Morfit: watch our for Chris Olander's truck!

Beware - Morfit is everywhere.
Morfit and the phynques