When someone had to be picked from a group of boys, or alternately someone farted, everyone would have to put their forefinger to their nose and the last one to do it (often because they hadn’t recognized the minigame was active) was assigned responsibility

variants where there were further cycles of putting your thumb to your nose, and then sticking your other fingers up like rhinomoose antlers

whenever we’d see the number “55″ we’d sing the rhyme

there was a man
he was alive
he looked across the street
and he saw 55
::silly questioning voice:: fifty-fuyve?
::silly insistent voice:: fifty-fuyve!

(cf. modern “69″/”nice”)

“Mr. President”, where like the first one we’d put fingers up to our ears, like we were Secret Service agents with earbuds, and then when the last one of us hadn’t noticed someone would say “Mr. President, get down!” and we’d all tackle him