1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 166: He had ducked down the next cross street with the intention of giving the neighborhood the air.at give something/somewhere the air (v.) under air, n.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 167: He found everything on the up-and-up, and boy, was he relieved.at on the up and up (adj.) under up-and-up, n.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 154: Well, where did he think you were going, down on the avenue?at on the avenue under Avenue, the, n.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 171: The physical pain had been [...] so intense that he hadn’t been able to speak — and the lousy dicks thinking he had just been too stubborn to bawl.at bawl, v.1
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 156: If he couldn’t put the bee on Brightlights for the twenty-five bucks he was going to find out just how ex that pug really was.at put the bee on (v.) under bee, n.1
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 167: He had almost taken another trip to Big Meadow because he hadn’t thought of that.at Big Meadow, n.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 160: It wasn’t the idea of religion that he got such a ‘boot’ out of as much as the idea that it had been perpetrated on untold millions of humans.at boot, n.4
c.1933 C. Himes ‘The Way of Flesh’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 228: Jes a lil ole bracer, capn, wid all dat sorrow n all.at bracer, n.1
1933 C. Himes ‘His Last Day’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 295: A sucker got in the way and I bumped him.at bump, v.1
1933 C. Himes ‘His Last Day’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 300: He had known that he wouldn’t beat that last rap, cop-killing [...] He had known he would burn.at burn, v.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 167: Seven years, a natural — and all because a chippy blonde had mentioned a cocaine party, and he had been nuts about that blonde.at chippie, n.1
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ Coll. Stories (1990) 163: One could get umpteen years for clipping one bus.at clip, v.1
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 173: He stood up in a lousy pawn shop and let the law clip him like a ‘come-on’ doll clipping a farmer at a country fair.at come-on, adj.
1933 C. Himes ‘A Modern Marriage’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 120: He didn’t mind being a come-on for that night.at come-on, n.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 158: ‘The doctor said she had consumption.’ [...] ‘I wouldn’t believe one of those hick cross-bones if he said the sun was shining and I had on sun-glasses to keep out the glare.’.at cross-bones (n.) under cross, adj.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 167: All of a sudden four policemen drove up in a cruiser.at cruiser, n.
c.1933 C. Himes ‘The Way of Flesh’ Coll. Stories (1990) 229: Ah tol him Ah know bout mother leaving shurance n he quit cryin n tellin me how much de funral cost.at cry, v.
1933 C. Himes ‘His Last Day’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 292: He reviewed the chain of circumstances that led up to his present confinement in the death row.at Death Row, n.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 155: His voice was dull as a game of solitaire in a death house.at death house (n.) under death, n.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 171: Then had followed a third degree — the dirty rats. His feet handcuffed together, his body suspended head-downward from an open door, hanging from the chain across his ankles.at third degree, n.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 162: When he fell for ‘Chicken’ Gorman [...] he had dusted little Mae like lightning dusting a church steeple.at dust, v.2
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ Coll. Stories (1990) 167: He had driven across town to a garage where he could fence the bus.at fence, v.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ Coll. Stories (1990) 161: Yes, he could easily diagnose her case — cooling of the heart [...] That was just her way of saying she was going to ‘freeze’.at freeze, v.2
1933 C. Himes ‘His Last Day’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 298: Sure, he was going tonight. What the hell did he care? [...] ‘I guess you think that because a man is going to die he should be crying and praying, eh, brother,’ Spats sneered .at go, v.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 163: Or perhaps he would try ‘grifting’ again.at grift, v.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories 165: The judge had given him five years to laugh it off. And then, when he had pulled that grind [etc].at grind, n.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 166: So he had decided to get back into the car and give it the gun.at give it the gun (v.) under gun, n.1
1933 C. Himes ‘His Last Day’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 292: Why, the little sucker trembled so that he could hardly hold his arms above his shoulders, and just because a guy had a heat in his face.at heat, n.
1933 C. Himes ‘Prison Mass’ in Coll. Stories (1990) 163: That was how her husband, ‘Slug’, had got hep to their little affair.at get hep (v.) under hep, adj.