1937 A. McLean Vive la Legion 135: ‘Blimey, I’m thinking a run up the apple and pears and a good old apple fritter...’ ‘No good, Marmaduke,’ I laughed, ‘there’s no bitter here,’ for I understood his underworld slang. That little Cockney was just dying for half a pint of good old English beer.at apple fritter, n.
1937 A. McLean Vive la Legion 101: ‘Some blasted Frog insulted us, so I let out.’ ‘Kill ‘im?’ he asked. ‘God in heaven, no,’ I replied. ‘I only hit him ’.at let out (at), v.
1937 A. McLean Vive la Legion 40: ‘Listen, Buddy, I’ll maybe tell you a bib full later. Not now’.at bibful (n.) under bib, n.
1937 A. McLean Vive la Legion 169: ‘Blimey, what a louse bound officer,’ he exclaimed, ‘makes a bet and tries to do me, then when I win, he hits me and won’t pay’.at lousebound (adj.) under louse, n.
1937 A. McLean Vive la Legion 52: ‘We might as well be criminals for the way we are being treated. Policemen at every station to sort us out’.at sort, v.