My father told me that, when he was growing up, he was called a mick, all in good fun. He didn’t mind. He dropped out of school in 1928 making this eighth grade class photo his last. He followed his six older brothers and got a job.
According to the 1894 children’s rhyme, sticks and stones may break your bones, but names will never hurt you. I wonder whether the people on the receiving end would agree.