1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 19: Big brawl. A real Pier 6. Disturbing the peace, assault and battery—you know.at Pier 6, n.2
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 211: [H]e stopped in front of an all-night eating joint and stared down the street. [...] Benny looked for a moment, then he turned and went into the all-night.at all-nighter, n.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 68: [of inexperienced prostitutes] ‘[I]f you ever get tired of amateur night, give me a ring,’ said Claire, and Charley snickered.at amateur night (n.) under amateur, n.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 99: When Jamie came in with a tray full of mugs, Clinch accepted one without hesitation and took a long pull. Man, Tom and Jerry—and was it good!at tom and jerry, n.1
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 9: ‘[Y]ou sent Moford to the infirmary,’ said Gerem. ‘What is it, the usual big-wheel malingering?’.at big wheel (n.) under big, adj.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 25: ‘But Dr. Planck’s report was the real clincher,’ Mitchell went on. [...] ‘We got to take care of that guy some way,’ said Big Dan. ‘No, no,’ said Mitchell, quickly. [...] ‘He’s not looking for anything’.at take care of, v.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 113: About five years ago two guys turned up with guns and cleaned the [craps] game.at clean, v.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 224: No use crashing a red light and getting chased by a traffic cop.at crash, v.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 211: [of a rooming house-cum brothel]‘You know where Mrs. Taylor’s is?’ ‘I don’t know any of them crum joints,’ said Benny disdainfully.at crum joint (n.) under crum, n.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 29: ‘Can you drive?’ [...] ‘The best,’ said Clinch. ‘All right. My wife is a fender-denter. You can drive her shopping’.at fender-denter, n.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 5: [T]he tough guys [...] wanted to take him down, bend him to their will.at take down, v.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 114: [O]n their right loomed big apartment buildings that grew progressively shabbier as they moved southward. Then there were no more apartment buildings, but stores, bars, eating joints.at eating-joint, n.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 208: Clarence Drew [...] was just getting ready to close his late drinking-spot when Benny sauntered in [...] ‘Hi, Hop,’ said Benny. ‘Getting ready to fold?’.at fold, v.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 113: ‘[S]omebody fronted, Dan. Must have.’ ‘No,’ said Dan. ‘Not then. Were pretty careless then. It just got around.at front, v.1
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 21: ‘He told me the same thing but I didn’t believe him.’ ‘Why not?’ asked Dan. ‘You think he’d front for Whitey?’.at front, v.2
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 47: And yet on the other hand . . . loneliness, like tonight; trouble, cops, clink. Who was the wise guy? Or were there any wise guys at all?at wise guy, n.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 130: Crazy sonsabitches,’ said the man. ‘They think they can beat Dan. They can’t.’ [...] He laughed scornfully. ‘Want to go to hell on a sled, I guess’.at go to hell on a sled! (excl.) under hell, n.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 46: ‘I was working waitress. I was real green. Didn’t know what was going on, then I met this fellow—Paul. He seemed okay. Pretty soon he had me on the hustle’.at on the hustle under hustle, n.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 86: ‘I feel so sorry for that poor girl.’ ‘Oh, quit it, Rhea,’ said Dan. ‘You’ll be trying to get him to marry her next’.at quit it!, excl.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 48: ‘Say,’ said Clinch, how the hell old are you—on the square?’ [...] ‘I’ll be eighteen in November.’ ‘Christ! Jail-bait,’ said Clinch.at jailbait, n.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 108: [T]he pin-up pictures did not disturb Clinch in the least. He’d done a jolt in the Navy himself, and there such pictures were routine.at jolt, n.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 228: Clinch [...] took the jumpers and the stocking cap from under the seat and put them on. A working stiff all ready for an eight-hour jolt.at jolt, n.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 168: ‘You’re a kick,’ said Clinch, tapping her lightly on the chin with his fist.at kick, n.5
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 224: As far as he could tell, he’d lost the prowl, and so far nobody else had picked him up.at lose, v.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 203: [H]e sat shuffling the bills from pile to pile, counting. [...] On the fifth count, he made it as fifty-eight thousand dollars.at make, v.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 138: [H]e was still punishing the bottle, more so than before, if anything.at punish, v.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 57: North River was a sleeper jump from the center of town.at sleeper jump (n.) under sleeper, n.
1957 W.R. Burnett Underdog 26: ‘I’d like to have ten per cent of what he’s charging Dan for the spring’.at spring, n.