That’s what my friends would yell at each other when there was a "mistake" playing stick ball, curb ball, and Johnnie on the pony on Harrison Ave./West 180 St. in the Bronx (1950s and 1960s).
Do over! Do over!
Do over! Do over!
Do over! Do over!
That’s what my friends would yell at each other when there was a "mistake" playing stick ball, curb ball, and Johnnie on the pony on Harrison Ave./West 180 St. in the Bronx (1950s and 1960s).