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South Street 266: For Kristin’s sake, Claude had made the supreme effort to control his temper. [...] Passing them, on the street, people frequently made comments: ‘Well, look at that! Salt and pepper!’.at salt and pepper, n.
South Street 266: For Kristin’s sake, Claude had made the supreme effort to control his temper. [...] Passing them, on the street, people frequently made comments: ‘Well, look at that! Salt and pepper!’. South Street 45: ‘You’re all right, man. Cover that area like a blanket! Be banking it soon, I don’t watch out’.at bank, v.1
South Street 38: [A] long chat [...] about the world in general, the perfidy of men, the bitchery of women and the over-all lousiness of the universe.at bitchery (n.) under bitch, n.1
South Street 98: Old ladies looking religious, staring at you like you was committing a sin; young women staring at Suzette like she was dirt; old men staring like I was violating their daughter; young cats staring like they want to shoot me. It’s a blip, man!’.at blip, n.1
South Street 99: ‘You Paddy-talk, you can’t blow with Caldonia’.at blow, v.1
South Street 98: ‘Boy, if them officers on the ship that brought Suzette over had known that she was coming to marry a boot, they’d have thrown her overboard!’.at boot, n.2
South Street 99: You Paddy-talk, you can’t blow with Caldonia.at caledonia, n.
South Street 117: ‘Well, let’s grab a seat, see what these folks is puttin’ down’.at put down, v.1
South Street 117: The Blues Singer saw at once what the bass player had meant by ‘funny.’ The men in the place were dancing with men and the women were dancing with women. ‘Oh, one of those!’ said the Blues Singer.at funny, adj.3
South Street 8: ‘He was driving a Caddy,’ said the man, ‘and I didn’t have nothin’ but this souped-up Ford. But when we got on the straightaway I gave it the gun’.at give it the gun (v.) under gun, n.1
South Street 105: ‘I ain’t one of them goddamn jitterbugs tryin’ to make time in a hurry, or tryin’ to jive you, or nothin’ like that’.at jitterbug, n.
South Street 286: ‘Look here, baby, that stuff ain’t nowhere,’ the musician had said. He had made a grimace toward the marihuana cigarette. [...] ‘You ought to try the real stuff. The needle’.at ain’t nowhere (adj.) under nowhere, adj.
South Street 99: ‘But you’re ofay, cherie; tough, I know, but you might’s well pad down with it. The jive put down by Claude and me is strictly boot stuff, got to be. You can’t dig it; I can’t school you.at pad, v.3
South Street 99: The jive put down by Claude and me is strictly boot stuff, got to be. You can’t dig it [...] You Paddy-talk, you can’t blow with Caldonia.at paddy, adj.
South Street 118: Why do you want to hurt her? Look out, baby, that shit’s dangerous!at shit, n.
South Street 290: ‘I heard some of the sisters talking the other day about a speech you made’.at sister, n.
South Street 50: Her mother was drunk again; she sat dreamy sloppy in a chair by the window.at sloppy, adj.
South Street 149: [H]er new boyfriends took her to the smarter night clubs [...] These boyfriends were, for the most part, ‘sportsmen’—gamblers and petty racketeers.at sportsman, n.
South Street 170: ‘TELL ’EM ABOUT IT, BABY!’.at tell it like it is (v.) under tell, v.
South Street 43: ‘Work! Work!’ cried the spectators. The musicians grinned; sweat poured down their faces, down their open necks, soaked the thin shirts they wore. ‘Work! Work!’.at work, v.
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