SOUTH PASADENA, Calif. – What the @$%?? This community on the edge of Los Angeles has become a cuss-free zone.

So if you’re headed to South Pasadena this week, be sure to turn down the volume on that Snoop Dogg CD, and, if the little old lady from Pasadena cuts you off in traffic, don’t even think about flipping her the bird.

Not that police will slap cuffs on you and haul your sorry, er, butt off to jail in light of the proclamation passed Wednesday by the City Council. But you could be shamed into better behavior by the unsettling glares of residents who take their reputation for civility seriously.

“That’s one of the purposes of this,” Mayor Michael Cacciotti said of his city’s proclamation designating the first week of March as No Cussing Week. “It provides us a reminder to be more civil, to elevate the level of discourse.”

The proclamation will be in effect until Friday, and then the first week of every March hereafter.

South Pasadena, a tranquil city of tree-shaded cottages at the base of a mountain range eight miles north of downtown Los Angeles, isn’t the first to try to rein in potty mouths. Earlier this year, the St. Louis suburb of St. Charles, Mo., proposed banning swearing in bars. Last year, hip-hop mogul Russell Simmons called for an industrywide ban on racially and sexually charged epithets.

But what’s different about the latest push to stop saying in public the words that Jane Fonda and Diane Keaton recently discovered we still can’t say on television is that it was proposed by a 14-year-old boy.

“My mom and dad always taught me good morals, good values, and not cussing was one of them,” said McKay Hatch, the founder of South Pasadena High School’s No Cussing Club, during a recent break between study hall and tennis practice.

“I’ve cussed before, I’m not gonna lie to you,” Hatch quickly added. “But I try not to cuss any more.”

He was in junior high school when he became fed up with all the blue language around him.

He understood why his friends use foul language: “They just want to fit in like everybody else and they don’t know how. They figure if they cuss maybe it’s an easy way to do that.”

But it wasn’t for him.

“I finally told my friends, ‘I don’t cuss.’ And I said, ‘If you want to hang out with me, you don’t cuss.'”

It took a couple of years, but enough friends finally came around that Hatch formed a 50-member club, handed out fliers and called the group’s first meeting, held June 1.

Nine months later, the club has an Internet site, claims 10,000 members and boasts chapters in several states and countries.