Commerce High School - Commerce Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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SLANG AS SHE IS SLUNG. S. R. HOOVER. We’ve got to study English, and to stick it out four years. To read the dope some guy put up a hundred years ago. The teachers think it is hot stuff and seem to have great fears That kids who don’t get onto it will never make it go. But what’s the use to bust your nut on nutty stuff like that? It takes some head to cop it all, believe me, candy kid; A hundred bucks of my good dough against a sinker flat. If I'd make good with these high brows I sure would lift my lid. I’ve got to keep the average of all the blokes that play In major and in minor leagues and sixty city clubs, Where each falls down and where he shines, and that’s no cinch I say. But if you don’t keep wise each day you're put down with the dubs. So I should worry if in class the teacher bawls me out Because the date of Shakespeare’s birth I haven’t got down pat; In sporting talk I get you, Steve, and I can read about The football games and it don’t take no English to do that. I heard my old man chewing that old rag the other day About the stunts the high schools give the kids who take the course; A bunch of fellows I know, if they’d let us have our way. Could beat 'em to a standstill without using any force. We’d have a school where credits would be given every term; A fellow missing classes would pull down a hundred plus; We’d say good night to English and to Math., and any firm That couldn’t use our product—well, that isn’t up to us. Some teachers are the limit, but some others don’t have chills; We talk in any old way, and we put it over too; They tell us to go to it if we’re shy on language frills, And if we should get cold feet they take hold and pull us through. When our school gets to going and the kids all come to it We’ll leave these cranky people who are dictionary blind To rust out on the scrap pile, lor we’ll make ours such a hit That there’ll be nothin' doin' in the poor old-fashioned grind.