1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 87: Sex was seldom a vital diversion to crooks. Danger and violence preoccupied their nerve centers, and sensuality was an also-ran.at also-ran, n.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 114: Your Gypsy Toss-Pot is bound to turn up with some ambulance-chasing lawyer and make a grab for the Chatfield millions.at ambulance-chasing (adj.) under ambulance-chaser, n.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 91: Blondie who’s sitting at your table is a wrong guy. Strictly bad news.at bad news, n.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 62: He was the best of all our legal bamboozlers.at bamboozler (n.) under bamboozle, v.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 22: Doc entered his office and found Mr. Bolger, head of the composing room, banging a naked lady on his couch.at bang, v.1
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 142: Miss Caylor had barnstormed through the United States since her early teens, jumping into stage volcanoes, getting wrecked on desert islands.at barnstorm, v.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 51: Being married to that hot bean-pole and havin’ to sleep with it in one bed.at beanpole, n.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 87: Bigwigs of industry, politics, and the arts felt enhanced by his handshake.at bigwig, n.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 172: The arrogant bosses who bilked the workers and called for the state militia to shoot the bohunks down when they became too sassy.at bilk, v.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 106: It was a three-story building, but its two upper floors had been blitzed by time.at blitz, v.2
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 91: Blondie who’s sitting at your table is a wrong guy. Strictly bad news.at blondie, n.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 172: The arrogant bosses who bilked the workers and called for the state militia to shoot the bohunks down when they became too sassy.at bohunk, n.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 122: It was a boobish time, even my youth could note its nonsense.at boobish (adj.) under boob, n.2
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 104: Frank Feeney, is being taken to the Elgin State Hospital for the Insane this morning [...]. Members of his family are loyally escorting him to the booby hatch.at booby-hatch, n.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 58: The horses on which Kirby bet had already won, but the race results had not yet been broadcast to the town’s bookies.at bookie, n.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 59: I lay claim to similar ownership of years passed, and the right to boondoggle while recounting them.at boondoggle, v.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 118: [They] would have been arrested on opening nights and their casts carted to the Harrison Street bull pen.at bullpen, n.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 55: I knew chiefly the rakish fraternity of [...] addled porch climbers, wife beaters, door-mat thieves, [...] butterfingered safeblowers and shop-lifters.at butterfingers (n.) under butter, n.1
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 92: She liked to wallow in private dope parties where sex and hallucination cakewalked in the night.at cakewalk, v.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 31: They rob my soul out of me. They leave me hiding away—a coon, dinge, nigger, boogie, shine. They disfigure me.at coon, n.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 87: Not even our crack newspaper raconteurs could uncork gaudier, merrier tales than these villains.at crack, adj.
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 43: Those bull heads don’t give a Goddamn if a man is innocent or not.at god-damn, n.1
1963 B. Hecht Gaily, Gaily 44: I’ll be Goddamned. That was Gus Plotka on the deathwatch. He says Fred Ludwig wants to confess. [Ibid.] 152: ‘I’ll be damned,’ said Mr. Mahoney.at I’ll be damned! (excl.) under damn, v.