heeltap n.
1. (also bootheel) the liquor left at the bottom of a glass; thus no heeltaps! (occas. no bootheels!) or take off your heeltap! drain your glasses!
Mayor of Garrat in Works (1799) I 175: Crispin Heel-Tap, with the electors, are set out from the Adam and Eve [...] I can tell you this Heel-Tap is an arch rascal. | ||
Norfolk Chron. 26 Oct. 4/4: Then quickly put the bottle round, For shame! — no heel-taps I’ll allow. | ||
Classical Dict. of the Vulgar Tongue ms. additions n.p.: Heel tap a person leaving any liquor in his glass is frequently called on by the Toastmaster to take off his Heel Taps. | ||
Songs of the Chace 59: Then up with your bumpers my boys [...] A heel-tap’s a spy on our joys. | ||
Gent.’s Mag. 118: Briskly pushed towards me the decanter containing a tolerable bumper, and exclaimed, ‘Sir, I’ll buzz you: come, no heel-taps!’ [F&H]. | ||
Gradus ad Cantabrigiam 29: A pert jack-a-napes [...] briskly pushed towards me the decanter, containing a tolerable bumper, and exclaimed, ‘Sir, I’ll buzz you: come, no heel-taps!’. | ||
Headlong Hall (1816) 47: Push about the bottle. Mr. Escot, it stands with you. No heeltaps. [Ibid.] 74: A heeltap, a heeltap! I never could bear it! / So fill me a bumper, a bumper of claret. | ||
Real Life in London I 407: Merrywell kept the glass in circulation, insisting on no day-light nor heel-taps. | ||
Pickwick Papers (1999) 31: Bottle stands — pass it round — way of the sun — through the button-hole — no heeltaps. | ||
Handley Cross (1854) 229: Drinking off his his heel-taps, he concluded with saying [etc.]. | ||
Handley Cross (1854) 232: Bumper-toast — no ‘eel-taps, no sky-lights. | ||
Flush Times of Alabama and Mississippi 302: At five years of age, they follow their fathers around to the dram-shops, and get drunk on the heel-taps. | ||
Bell’s Life in Sydney 30 Apr. 3/3: Our hero [...] quaffed it to the dregs, and no heel tap. | ||
My Diary in America II 412: Another Figaro, if you please [...] No heeltaps. The Ladies of America! | ||
Memoirs of the US Secret Service 98: Bill poured it down freely, and ‘left no heeltaps’. | ||
Bulletin (Sydney) 7 Mar. 17/2: ‘It gives,’ said a gallant Gaul, ‘very much plaisir to propose bon voyage to the Australian Army. We will drink this […] in bumpers – and no boot-heels.’ [Ibid.] 6 Jun. 22/2: ‘Fill ’em again’ we’re nearly broke – / No chateau margaux have we here – / But even with despised ‘sheoak’ / We drink – the Club too’s on the bier. / Our toast is this – no heel-taps there – / ‘While time and Jews leave us to rub / Along this weary world of care, / Let’s ne’er forget the Celtic Club.’. | ||
Fifty Years (2nd edn) I 300: I played ‘possum’ and emptied my ‘heel taps’ into the wood-box, instead of down my throat. | ||
Truth (Sydney) 22 July 3/2: Fill ’em up! No heeltaps. | ||
Mingled Yarn 111: ‘Come, no heeltaps, young un!’ shouted a brother officer across the table. | ||
S.F. Call 17 Aug. 3/1: ‘Good luck to ’em,’ cried the crowd, and down went the extraordinary toast with no heeltaps. | ||
Sun. Times (Perth) 25 Dec. 1/1: The last slave made up the 150 per-cent [profit] by serving out swipes and heeltaps. | ||
Sporting Times 22 Apr. 1/3: ‘Take the wife again,’ said Sparoles, who had still a heel-tap left. | ‘Off the Mark’||
Pleasure Bound ‘Afloat’ (1969) 182: They drank to toast of the three consonants — L.F.F., ‘Luck, fuck and a fiver’ — with no heeltaps. | ||
(con. WWI) Shorty Bill 302: No heel taps in that silent toast. | ||
You’re in the Racket, Too 104: ‘Come on,’ he said, ‘no heel-taps. Bottoms up.’. | ||
Moonlight (1995) 349: ‘Here we are,’ he cried, ‘we can send the glass round — no heel taps.’. | ||
(con. WWII) Fable 338: He picked up his full glass. ‘Come on,’ he said to the corporal. ‘No heeltaps.’. |
2. knockout drops.
Und. Speaks. |
In phrases
without any doubt.
‘’Arry on His Critics’ in Punch 17 Dec. 280/1: I’m a daisy, dear boy, and no ’eeltaps! | ||
Colonial Reformer III 165: I therefore gave the health of Miss Carry Walton and her husband [,...] and no heel-taps. | ||
Eve. World (NY) 18 Mar. 8/2: Roos raymond [...] is now snug in Ludlow Street Jail [...] The lees of a mis-spent life are in his glass and he is drinking them off without heeltaps. |