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Mysteries of N.Y. 18: He was an old Frenchman, a regular jack-a’-dandy.at jack-a-dandy, n.
Mysteries of N.Y. 18: He was an old Frenchman, a regular jack-a’-dandy. Mysteries of N.Y. 26: ‘She is an admirable servant [...] Whe George thinks of me, then Abigail, he will consider that there is no place like home’.at abigail, n.1
Mysteries of N.Y. 10: The Boston baked bean, is he solid? Rather. No sham here.at baked bean, n.1
Mysteries of N.Y. 55: Any one of them could make a better living on the square, but they couldn’t have the fun skinning people out of it, and the excitement of being in constant danger of discovery. That is the true secret of the professional beat’s existence.at beat, n.3
Mysteries of N.Y. 43: ‘By main stringth, be Jabers!’.at bejabers!, excl.
Mysteries of N.Y. 17: [Y]our night-hawk is a thirsty bird with [...] ‘a talent for drinking’.at bird, n.1
Mysteries of N.Y. 62: Men [...] who are in the habit of riding next to the Slawson box in a bobtail car and accomodatingly putting in the fares of other passengers for them.at bobtail (car), n.
Mysteries of N.Y. 22: ‘I’m bossing this funeral, ain’t I?’.at boss, v.
Mysteries of N.Y. 12: Felicia possessed the ‘bossy’ qualities, and her husband was constructed on the blanc mange order of architecture.at bossy, adj.
Mysteries of N.Y. 20: Every city man that knows anything bulls us down.at bull, v.1
Mysteries of N.Y. 19: Well, bust my bones if I didn’t drive her to twenty-three different places.at bust my . . . ! (excl.) under bust, v.1
Mysteries of N.Y. 62: The cloth always turns out to be pure shoddy, the cigars clear cabbage, and the bay rum a bad mixture.at cabbage, n.2
Mysteries of N.Y. 51: The way the Georgia ‘crackers’ can whoop up votes is something remarkable.at cracker, n.3
Mysteries of N.Y. 15: ‘[T]he cat licked the pizened milk and croaked’.at croak, v.2
Mysteries of N.Y. 16: [of cabs] The principal cruising is done along Broadway from the Fifth Avenue Hotel to Twenty-fourth street.at cruise, v.
Mysteries of N.Y. 16: [of a cab] A stray cruiser prowls Broadway.at cruiser, n.
Mysteries of N.Y. 43: This suggestion evidently suits Black Eyes to a dot.at to a dot (adv.) under dot, n.2
Mysteries of N.Y. 72: She stoopped and kissed the slavering lips [...] ‘It’s the old fake’s doxy,’ hoarsely whispered a burly ruffian.at doxy, n.
Mysteries of N.Y. 18: [H]e would turn up at the hotel [...] dressed up to the nines, gloves an’ all.at dressed (up) to the nines, phr.
Mysteries of N.Y. 15: [T]he dance-houses begin to disgorge [...] Flash men and flashier women inflamed with drink, reel out from their hot, tainted precincts.at flash, adj.
Mysteries of N.Y. 9: [T]heir speculation is as conservative as a flutter in cemetery stocks.at flutter, n.1
Mysteries of N.Y. 61: [He] can be seen daily in Union Square, spending in groggeries there the charity his mendicant talent had procured.at groggery, n.
Mysteries of N.Y. 15: ‘There ain’t no use talking,’ said a grizzled old night hackman [...] ‘I’ll lay my hack and hosses again a five cent nickel [etc]’man.at hack, n.1
Mysteries of N.Y. 15: ‘[Y]ou can’t find no wus hornswogglers onto the streets ’n we are’.at hornswoggle, v.
Mysteries of N.Y. 51: The way the Georgia ‘crackers’ can whoop up votes is something remarkable.at whoop it up, v.
Mysteries of N.Y. 23: [H]is fare refused to pay, and the harvey [sic] ‘took it out of his hide’.at jarvey, n.
Mysteries of N.Y. 19: I was so flabbergasted couldn’t make a kick.at make a kick (v.) under kick, n.6
Mysteries of N.Y. 57: One [mock auction hoax] bore the appropriate title of ‘The Golden Fleece’, the public supplying the lambs.at lamb, n.1
Mysteries of N.Y. 41: [...] tripping the fat gurl up and telling her that there has been a big fall in lard.at lard, n.
Mysteries of N.Y. 62: They were at latest accounts ‘working a lay’ as they technically express it, in the sale of Havana cigarettes and foreign cordials, both of which have their origin in New York.at work a lay (v.) under lay, n.3
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