trousers cut over from Jim’s,
We scampered to school every morning with
dinner pails filled to their brims.
There were doughnuts, both holed ones and
twisters, and always a bottle of cream,
And jell cakes and tarts and all such like—oh,
bow the kids’ eyes used to gleam!
I pitied the poor little shavers who slunk to a
corner to eat,
Who brought only bread and potatoes and never