1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 166: ‘[H]e don’t let his legs do nothin’, he don’t learn, he’s got no jab. Fights almost pier-six’.at Pier 6, n.2
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 226: Kelly went over and started sympathizing with him, ass-licking to get a ride.at arse-lick, v.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 265: [W]hen we asked the Chief what was the story, ‘My ass bleeds,’ he said, locked everybody up together, every kind of person, a cracker from Georgia and a nigger from New York.at my ass bleeds (excl.) under ass, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 57: You thinkin’ I eat steak? [...] Not on your ass. I eat the same as you.at not on your ass! (excl.) under ass, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 45: ‘You play your grab-ass,’ he told the lot of them. ‘Go ahead and let the phones ring. And who’s going to run your business?’.at play grab-ass (v.) under grab-ass, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 35: ‘Whoa Bessie!’ came a yell. ‘What do we think we’re doing here?’ He rushed the fighter, a bulky man in a pinstripe suit with tie flying, watch fob hopping.at whoa Bessie!, excl.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 129: His left hung down in a sickle shape and tipped against his thigh, the fist below the elbow, to be snapped in an opponent’s face at the first aggressive act. It was a bitchy style to deal with.at bitchy, adj.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 265: They made a bring-in one time, got everybody on the road, and [...] locked everybody up together, every kind of person.at bring-in, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 266: He spent the last of his change filling his stomach—it would be fitting to walk out of here flat, rock broke.at stone broke, adj.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 163: [W]as it better that Joe Louis [...] should have spent his life in Detroit’s Browntown heaving coal?at Browntown (n.) under brown, adj.2
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 153: ‘[R]unning around and bumming and chasing after whores’.at bum, v.3
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 213: ‘You heard me! Get up here! [...] I don’t care if you’re buck-nekkid, get the Jesus Christ up here!’.at Christ, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 192: Aluminum semis from the big-outfit fleets never would pick up a man [...] Haphazard crates were the best to try.at crate, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 84: A slick sleek suit with checks which glinted shiny as a reptile’s scales, a face like he was in the dirty-picture business.at dirty, adj.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 175: Kelly [...] swarmed him with closequarter temple chops and hooks downstairs to disembowel him.at downstairs, adv.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 8: In rainy, sack-out weather, why you sacked out. [...] And Margaret every night, for egg in his beer.at egg in your beer under egg, n.1
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 295: ‘Grab sky!’ He whipped his hip and fanned his thumb like a speed-draw cowboy.at grab (the) sky (v.) under grab, v.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 117: [A] heavy stepped under a frame and with a continuous roar blurred the speed bag to invisibility.at heavy, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 94: ‘[H]e says I can’t work with money well enough, I can’t work the bills fast enough [...] I’d like to see another hostess take that jazz’.at jazz, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 15: A fighter had it knocked. Loaf around, take a few punches, work a couple of hours a day [HDAS].at knocked, adj.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 191: I’m going to sleep you in with Maud. She has this streak of muffer in her and I’m trying to broaden her out [HDAS].at muffer, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 80: Possumed helpless in the middle of the ring, fumbling for a clinch, woodenly walked into what was thrown, exposed his heart and tummy.at possum, v.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 47: Kelly’d seen the stupe. He was a punch-drunk, the only punch-drunk in the gym. [...] ‘How’s it going, doc?’ the punchie asked.at punchie, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 172: The third [uppercut] would have rubbered Kelly onto Queer Street except he stumbled to the side.at in Queer Street under Queer Street, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 266: The oddest of the regulars [in a cheap hotel] sat on a bench by the door.at regular, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 300: They don’t know how good a rod man I am. This city hasn’t anybody who could match me.at rod man (n.) under rod, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 258: He should have gone to the Sally in Pittsburgh and stayed there.at Sally, n.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 232: The squall disappeared and somebody scooped him up and turned on their radiator.at scoop up (v.) under scoop, v.
1960 E. Hoagland Circle Home 103: Margaret relaxed instead of getting sexed like Kelly did and sighed.at sexed (up) (adj.) under sex, v.