A Diller, A Dollar (1955) (continued)

[Laurence Horn]

At 7:07 AM -0800 3/24/05, Jonathan Lighter wrote:
>"Flunk now and avoid the June rush!" was scrawled on a wall at NYU in 1971.
>
>JL


speaking of wall scrawls, and bathroom graffiti in particular, whence

Here I sit, broken-hearted
Came to shit and only farted.

?

I'm assuming Fred will need an first cite on that for his Yale
Dictionary of Quotations, although it might be hard to determine the
author.  I see from the archives that Barry (in an October 2000
posting) found this in a "Realist" issue from 1968--in the pay-toilet
version, "Paid to shit"--but its provenance is certainly a lot
earlier.

L

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>Pg. 111:
>Bill Jones is my name,
>U. S. is my nation,
>Ohio is my dwelling place
>And Heaven my expectation.
>
>Pg. 113:
>This book is not an orphan, so do not adopt it.
>
>Whoever steals this book of knowledge
>Will graduate from Sing Sing College.
>
>Pg. 116:
>When I die, bury me ddep,
>Tell Taft High School not to weep,
>Lay my math book at my head,
>Tell Miss Barnes I'm glad I'm dead.
>
>When I die, bury me deep,
>Bury my history book at my feet,
>Tell my teacher I've gone to rest,
>And won't be back for the history test.
>
>I never went to Harvard,
>I never went to Yale,
>I got my education
>At the Hudson Country jail.
>
>Fail now and avoid the June rush.
>
>Pg. 118:
>If at first you don't succeed, slide for second.
>
>Many are cold, but few are frozen.
>
>Roses are red,
>Violets are blue,
>I copied your paper,
>And I flunked too.
>
>Pg. 124:
>You can lead a horse to water,
>But you cannot make him drink.
>You can send a fool to college,
>But you cannot make him think.
>
>Little bits of nerve,
>Little grains of sand,
>Make the biggest blockhead
>Pass a hard exam.
>
>Pg. 126:
>The more we study, the more we know.
>The more we know, the more we forget
>The more we forget, the less we know.
>The less we know, the less we forget.
>The less we forget, the more we know.
>Why study?
>
>Pg. 128:
>Tattle tale, teacher's pet!
>Tell it quick or you'll forget.
>
>A dillar, a dollar,
>A ten o'clock scholar,
>What makes you come so soon?
>You use to come at ten o'clock,
>And now you come at noon.
>
>Pg. 129:
>Ashes to ashes,
>Dust to dust,
>Oil those brains
>Before they rust.
>
>Pg. 130:
>April Fool,
>Go to school,
>Tell your teacher,
>She's a fool.
>
>Teacher, teacher,
>I declare,
>I see Mary's underwear.
>
>Pg. 134:
>I made you look,
>I made you look,
>I made you buy a penny book.
>
>Pg. 137:
>Sticks and stones may break my bones,
>But names will never hurt me.
>When I die, then you'll cry
>For the names you called me.
>
>Pg. 138:
>Liar, liar, lick spit,
>Your tongue shall be slit,
>And all the dogs in town
>Shall have a little bit.
>
>Pg. 139:
>Liar, liar,
>Your pants are on fire;
>Your nose is as long
>As a telephone wire.
>
>Pg. 140:
>Birds of a feather flock together
>And so will pigs and swine;
>Rats and mice have their choice,
>And so will I have mine.
>
>Billy, Billy is no good,
>Chop him up for fire wood;
>If the fire does not burn
>Billy is a big fat worm.
>
>Cross my heart and hope to die,
>Eat a banana and holler Hi!
>
>Pg. 141:
>Fat, fat, the water rat,
>Fifty bullets in his hat.
>
>Fatty, fatty,
>Two by four,
>Swinging on the kitchen door.
>When the door began to shake
>Fatty had a bellyache.
>
>Pg. 142:
>What's your name?
>Pudding and Tame,
>Aske me again and I'll tell you the same.
>Where do you live?
>Down the lane.
>What's your number?
>Cucumber.
>
>What's your name?
>Buster Brown.
>Aske me again
>And I'll know you down.
>
>My name's West,
>I ain't in this mess.
>
>Pg. 143:
>_When someone says, "Hey!":_
>
>Hay is for horses,
>Straw is for cows,
>Milk is for babies
>For crying out loud.
>_or_
>Hey!
>Straw.
>What you can't eat,
>You may gnaw.
>
>Pg. 146:
>Tonight, tonight,
>The pillow fight,
>Tomorrow's the end of school.
>Break the dishes, break the chairs,
>Trip the teachers on the stairs.
>
>No more pencils, no more books
>No more teachers' nasty looks.
>
>No more Latin, no more French,
>No more sitting on a hard school bench.
>
>Pg. 147:
>No more homework, oh what cheer
>No more school for the rest of the year!
>
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>SPRINTS AND DISTANCES:
>SPORTS IN POETRY AND THE POETRY OF SPORTS
>compiled by Lilliam Morrison
>New York: Thomas Y. Crowell Company
>1965
>
>Pg. 141: _Come on In_
>Come on in,
>The water's fine.
>I'll give you
>Till I count nine.
>If you're not
>In by then,
>Guess I'll have to
>Count to ten.
>OLD RHYME
>
>_Yes, by Golly_
>Yellow-belly, yellow-belly, come and take a swim,
>Yes, by golly, when the tide comes in.
>OLD RHYME
>
>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
>SELECTIONS FOR AUTOGRAPH AND WRITING ALBUMS
>New York: Charles A. Lilley
>1879
>
>Pg. 92:
>Love many, trust few,
>And always paddle your own canoe.
>
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>FUN IN AMERICAN FOLK RHYMES
>by Ray Wood
>Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott Company
>1952
>
>Pg. 4:
>Fuzzy-wuzzy was a bear;
>Fuzzy-wuzzy cut his hair;
>Then Fuzzy-wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?
>
>Pg. 9:
>Chicken in the car and the car won't go,
>That's the way to spell C-H-I-C-A-G-O!
>
>Knife and a fork and a bottle and a cork,
>That's the way to spell N-E-W Y-O-R-K.
>
>Pg. 30:
>One for the cutworm,
>Two for the crow,
>Three for the chickens,
>And four to grow.
>
>Pg. 78:
>Joe, Joe, strong and able,
>Take your elbows off the table,
>You're not living in a stable.
>
>Pg. 92:
>What kind of pants does a cowboy wear?
>Rawhide pants, 'cause they don't tear.
>
>Pg. 106:
>Joe, Joe, broke his toe,
>On the way to Mexico;
>On the way back he broke his back
>Trying to ride a paper sack;
>When he got home, he broke a bone
>Trying to talk on the telephone.
>
>
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