Teachers' Saucy Looks (1924); I Love Coffee, Tea (1925); Liar, Liar (1961)

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I've been looking at this book of children's rhymes, mostly jump-rope
rhymes. It's a nice collection. Fred Shapiro must include some of  these.
by Patricia Evans
Garden City, NY: Doubleday & Company, Inc.
(copyright 1955, 1956, 1960, 1961)
Pg. 31:
Acka-backa, soda cracker,
Does your father chew tobacco?
Yes. No. Maybe So. Ye. No, etc.
Pg. 33:
Charlie Chaplin
Went to France
To teach the ladies
How to dance.
First the heel
And then the toe
Left foot forward
Out you go.
Pg. 37:
I love coffee
I love tea
I love the boys
And the boys love me.
Pg. 37:
Charlie Chaplin
Went to France
To teach the girls
The hula-hula dance.
First on the heel,
Then on the toe,
Round and round and round you go.
Salute to the Captain
Bow to the Queen
And turn your back
On the dirty submarine.
Pg. 131:
I'm rubber and you're glue.
it bounces off me and it sticks on you.
Pg. 132:
Liar, liar,
Your pants are on fire,
Your nose is as long
As a telephone wire.
Pg. 135:
No more pencils, no more books,
No more teachers' dirty looks.
Pg. 139:
Look up.
Look down.
Your pants is falling down.
Pg. 142:
Goof morning to you,
You belong in the zoo.
You look like a monkey
And act like one too.
Pg. 147:
Scairdy cat, scairdy cat,
Don't know what you're looking at.
_Jump-Rope  Jingles; In the spring a little girl's fancy turns to an old
sidewalk sport. _
By KATHLEEN F. McDOWELL. New  York Times (1857-Current file). New York, N.Y.:
Apr 14, 1946. p. 109 (1  page)
Charlie Chaplin went to France
To teach the ladies how to dance.
Heel and toe and away we go.
Heel and toe and away we go.
Bow to the captain. Kneel to the Queen.
And give a salute to the big Marine.
     _Decatur Daily Review _
(http://www.newspaperarchive.com/Viewer.aspx?img=MHMeTXbgRjuKID/6NLMW2g8MtMfQZCKyMc1c9B3RWiMnyVnYmGViGw==)  Wednesday, April
15, 1925 _Decatur,_
(http://www.newspaperarchive.com/Search.aspx?Search=city:decatur+I+love+coffee+I+love+tea)  _Illinois_
...the  skIppIng. Her verse LOVE  COFFEE, I LOVE TEA  I LOVE the boys, and
the  boys..
Pg. 6, col. 3:
THOSE "Flaming Youth" tendencies being manifest in the  present generation
will be nothing compared to the generation that  follows, if early indications
bear any weight. Three small girls at  Gastman school were jumping rope--a long
rope, and the girl at one end was  chanting cadence for the one in the middle
who was doing the skipping. Her  verse was:
"I love coffee, I love tea,
I love the boys, and the boys love me
How many boys are stuck on me?
One, two, three, four, five, six--"
The little miss whose "turn" it was proved to have  sixteen ardent suitors.
_Jackie  Crams on Knowledge of Holy Land_
Los Angeles Times  (1886-Current File). Los Angeles, Calif.: Jun 8, 1924. p.
39 (1  page)
Soon the boys and girls of Jackie Coogan's age will be singing the  annual
vacation anthem--"No more history, no more books, no more teachers'  sassy
     _ Decatur Daily Review _
(http://www.newspaperarchive.com/Viewer.aspx?img=MHMeTXbgRjuKID/6NLMW2l3oysEnhf/RIQ7ZpP8KnKd+C/D8AbE0ug==)  Thursday,  June
05, 1924 _Decatur,_
(http://www.newspaperarchive.com/Search.aspx?Search=city:decatur+no+more+books+and+no+more+teachers+AND)   _Illinois_
ers+AND)     ...MORE  pencils; NO MORE BOOKS;  NO MORE TEACHERS' saucy is
theory  heard.....to decide the question in Saginaw AND  MORE time will be needed
for  MORE..
Pg. 16, col.  3:
"No more pencils; no more books; no more teachers' saucy  looks," is the cry
heard today from the school children. Why? Because the  last day of school,
that day so welcome to boys and girls from six to  eighteen, has arrived.
_Other  9 -- No Title_
Chicago Daily Tribune  (1872-1963). Chicago, Ill.: Aug 20, 1953. p. 16 (1
Vivian Volk's "modern" jump-rope song [Aug. 12] was in  daily use at Parkside
school [69th st. and East End av.] back in the early  1920s. Another
variation was
my mother, your mother,
Loved across the way;
Fifteen and fourteen East Broadway.
Every night they had a fight,
And this is what they'd day:
Acka-backa soda cracka, acka-backa boo!
Acka-backa soda cracka, out goes you!
Gloria C.  Marsteller

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