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Cat Man 131: The shouting, the racketing motors, flamboyant-busy jigs were wonderful to Fiddler, apple pie, what he loved.at apple pie, adj.
Cat Man 131: The shouting, the racketing motors, flamboyant-busy jigs were wonderful to Fiddler, apple pie, what he loved. Cat Man 217: Yes, he was the Tennessee type, more than the hayseed Arkie.at Arky, n.
Cat Man 269: ‘And that, that driver. What a fatass!’.at fat-arse, n.
Cat Man 225: Brownie shriveled the townies. He let them have the benefit of his advice. ‘You half-asses are getting out of here if I have to goose the jizz out of every one of you’.at half-ass, n.
Cat Man 288: It was the time the wise-assed punk on Wardrobe had swaggered down the lines of cages showing how tough a mug he was.at wise-ass, adj.
Cat Man 53: One wino puked, barked his cookies in front of everybody.at bark one’s cookies (v.) under bark, v.2
Cat Man 241: Chief was scornful. ‘He’s off his bean’.at off one’s bean (adj.) under bean, n.1
Cat Man 116: ‘I want the thousand biscuits’.at biscuit, n.1
Cat Man 169: Gradually, ring by ring, the most expensive were weeded out, handed back, and a few of the boxes filled. The jeweler sweated blood for each of them.at sweat blood (v.) under blood, n.1
Cat Man 177: ‘You don’t have to be a boss!’ ‘Hell, I won’t be, if guys like that stupid bonghead out there are all I can get’.at bonghead (n.) under bong, n.2
Cat Man 52: Nobody said much, except the short white man whose dimes had been stolen. ‘You boogs better get out of here,’ he told them.at boog, n.
Cat Man 61: I wonder if that bud ever gets in the cage with them damn’d things [i.e. leopards].at bud, n.2
Cat Man 186: ‘HEY! WHAT’CHUR DOIN’ THERE! HEY! LET’S GO! HEY! PUT A MOVE ON! WHAT’S GOIN’ ON? LET’S GO! LET’S GO!’ He bullyragged the bulls.at bullyrag, v.
Cat Man 104: [of a dog] Along with his masters, he’d bummed under freights and jungled by rivers and sweated out thirty-day stretches in jail.at bum, v.3
Cat Man 25: ‘The son of a bitch is still at it! He’s still chewing the fat all right. Look at him! By God that guy should be in the show! He’s a clown!’ .at chew the fat, v.
Cat Man 55: White people called him ‘Chief’ like any other Indian, but the Indians had named him ‘Boss’ because he was the only one of them to reach a boss status and get paid like a boss.at chief, n.
Cat Man 234: I’ll beat the living Christ out of him, playing me for a sucker.at bash the Christ out of (v.) under Christ, n.
Cat Man 5: [T]he old men kept the clams in their mouths; they didn’t spit them on the floor.at clam, n.3
Cat Man 144: Bible’s boots were crossed a few inches to the left of Fiddler’s head, one heel gouged into the ground; big clodhopper boots.at clodhopper, n.
Cat Man 144: Bible’s boots were crossed a few inches to the left of Fiddler’s head, one heel gouged into the ground; big clodhopper boots.at clodhopper, adj.
Cat Man 203: Chief’s crum box was full of magazine pictures of Indian wars and movie queens, and he had a collection of newspaper clippings of him and his cats—he’d be cleaning a cage, or something.at crum box (n.) under crum, n.
Cat Man 73: ‘You brave?’ Chief challenged [...] ‘I can tar the daylights out of you!’.at beat the (living) daylight(s) out of (v.) under daylights, n.
Cat Man 142: So I earned a dinky old pass like anybody else. That was a comedown.at dinky, adj.2
Cat Man 250: [A] fancy-plumed girl trapezist who’d been a hungry dirty-neck thumbing into winter quarters not so long ago.at dirty neck (n.) under dirty, adj.
Cat Man 302: ‘You think you’re better. Dont’cha? You alluz think you’re better. But you’re not. You may be goin’ downstairs too. You’re no better’.at downstairs, adv.
Cat Man 41: ‘I live in town. It’s a stupid town.’ [...] ‘It is a dummy town,’ Patty agreed.at dummy, adj.
Cat Man 225: Brownie shriveled the townies. He let them have the benefit of his advice. ‘You half-asses are getting out of here if I have to goose the jizz out of every one of you. Egg-eyes!’.at egg-eye (n.) under egg, n.1
Cat Man 53: Let’s go, Chief. We can find a better place,’ Fiddler said at last. — ‘Fart on the cages! I’m stayin’ here, be comfortable’.at fart on! (excl.) under fart, v.
Cat Man 230: ‘I’ll tell you fellas somethin’! I’ll tell you what’ll fry your ears!’ Fiddler went for the voice. ‘You fellas think you’re scary because there’s a bunch o’ you. But you’re not scary. And you think you’re mad. But you don’t know what it’s like to be mad. I’m gonna show ya what it’s like. You’ll hav’ta change your drawers!’.at fry someone’s ears (v.) under fry, v.
Cat Man 51: ‘You see dat, you seen Hell, real Hell. I ain’t funnin’. Dat’s Hell’.at fun, v.
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