DECEMBER 1, 1967
Bill Robertson has been literally "haunting" the halls, and Barb Bednarz has gotten some unique proposals from some of these new "babes." At the end of football season Mr. Richard Carlini was rewarded with an army helmet while Mr. Sidney Drain received a wig from secret sophomore admirers.
Just ask Jan Whitehouse about secret admirers - she's been receiving love letters from some guilt-conscious fellow. Couldn't be you, could it, Jeff Schaffner?
Miss June Thompson's seventh hour junior leader class has set all records for committing the most fouls during a basketball game. "Gehrke" hangs from the basket while Nancy Lilja sits on the ball. "Lilj" also drags daddy's undershirt to school for a 'sense of security."
Miss Joan Barnes has added another word to her vocabulary - "run."
Chalk up one dead battery for Mr. Stephen Herring or "Sir" as Mike Maly and Jim Pasternak prefer to call him. Mr. Don Smith found a very live blackboard eraser thanks to Cliff Strom and his accelerated mind.
Here's another quickie-was that Lise Pahnke and Jeanne Durham that I saw speeding down Camp Ground Road (or what Mr. Eugene Zuccarini affectionately terms "The Passion Pit") last Saturday night?
And why is Sue Grewe writing all those notes to Al Vaccarello - steady now girl!
Get this! The latest word from anonymous sources is that a group of pacifists are devising a bomb from the cafeteria's plentiful supply of grilled cheese sandwiches. They plan to destroy Miss Ruth Nickelson's desk and file cabinets in pure vengeance.
Mr. George Blanas' fifth and sixth period Art III, students are being kept awake and inspired by Cheryl Benton's little narratives in the back of the room. Keep up the good work, Cher!
Bob Sagan is creating a Freudian interpretation of Maureen O'Brien. Some of his media include a trash can, Christmas tree lights, and detergent tablets.
On the subject of trash cans, Peggy Gradl's been kicking a few lately - especially when she found out Conrad Bar was a '70 instead of a '68.
And Wendy Jaffe has been kicking a few lockers. Her "fall" got caught in her gym locker, and she had to snip it out. But don't worry about long hair-look at Linda Timmel.
Well, it's time for me to leave you. I'm going chicken hunting in the biology area and the faculty parking lot. I've been told there's been a few pigeons around there lately.
See you next time!
Morfit and the Phynques