up-and-down adj.
1. (also up-and-down-stairs) absolute, complete.
Satirist (London) 4 Dec. 274/1: The whole company then prepared for an ‘up and daen’ fight (as they say in Bolton,) and smash went windows, tables, mirrors, and heads! | ||
Peter Simple (1911) 437: You are a d---d trencher-scraping, napkin-carrying, shilling-seeking, up-and-down-stairs son of a bitch. | ||
Nick of the Woods I 87: I see’d the creatur’ have a fit, – a right up-and-down touch of the falling sickness. | ||
Deadwood Dick in Beadle’s Half Dime Library I:1 84/1: Come on! slide in if you are after squar’ up-and-down fun. | ||
‘’Arry at a Political Pic-Nic’ in Punch 11 Oct. 180/1: A reglar old up and down lark. | ||
Peterson Mag. Jan. 94/2: The two women folks [...] finally had an up-and-down row [DA]. |
2. honest, law-abiding, straightforward.
Knickerbocker (N.Y.) X 379: He was remarkable for his independence and fearlessness; for his up-and-down dealing, and for the originality of his figures [DA]. | ||
Crim.-Con. Gaz. 17 Jan. 21/1: Massa Green belie him own name, quite up, down, and fly. | ||
Clockmaker III 37: There’s no nonsense about her: she is as straight as a shingle in her talk, right up and down, and no pretense. | ||
Sam Slick in England II 10: I am right up and down, and true as a trivet. | ||
Bell’s Life in Sydney 22 Feb. 3/3: Patrick Bond, a straight built, up-and-down looking individual. | ||
N.Y. Clipper 22 Oct. 3/6: We wouldn’t mind backing Lucy [Stone] for a fair up and down fight. | ||
Season Ticket 228: I like a man that’s right up and down, as straight as a shingle. | ||
Sam Lawson’s Oldtown Fireside Stories (1881) 127: He made Miry a right up-and-down offer. | ||
‘’Arry on ’onesty’ in Punch 31 Jan. 60/1: I’m a sort of hapostle, they tell me, of snideness and taste for wot’s wot, / Of houtspoken up and down bizness, and ’atred for tame tommy rot. | ||
Robbery Under Arms (1922) 228: They were such up and down good fellows, and such real friends to us, that we should have grudged them nothing. | ||
Bulletin (Sydney) 13 Dec. 21/1: The she-officer wasn’t no ‘peach-blossom,’ not one of your apple-bowed craft, no gingerbread work on her counter; straight up and down, she was, with no run to speak of, and a fiddle-head under her coal-scuttle bonnet as wouldn’t entice a shark. |