All over this world,

The Jews give me the thank you,

But they won't give me the girl.

Ah got the non-Kosher blues, oh lawd

Ah got the non-Kosher blues....

He settled down into the Union couch. (There's two kinds of union. This one with a capital U.)

Two girls strode in. One brandished a guitar as if the Protest were against the paucity of girls.

"Where's the band, Blanche? I thought you said we were gonna sing for a bunch of Harvard boys."

"That's what Bob told me. Said there was a party up at the Union and for us to bring guitars."

One of the tie and jacket lads moved in. "We're singing songs of Protest," he instructed. 'We've been Protesting about everything. Franco, the Bolsheviks, being rich, being poor. You name it."

They sat down in a corner trying to look modestly in-group. One of the leader-organizers asked if anyone had a Protest song he wanted to sing.

"Why don't we sing Wake Up Little Susie," twittered Blanche.

"You see, that isn't a Protest song," one of the sweater set explained, trying to keep his eyes on her face.

"Oh well yes it is too. It protests against people who sleep too much." He hid behind his copy of Sing Out.

"We wrote this Protest song about Harvard," shouted one of the leaders. "Songs like it should be sung in every Harvard Club across the country."