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(con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 20: Without warning he removed his boots and the narrow strips of rag wrapped round his feet. ‘By cripes! They’re a bit on the nose,’ said my mate [...] ‘What’s the Prince Albert’s for? have you got corns?’. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 35: We came back and things were crook — no work, no pension, sweet bugger-all except th’ uniform. We could keep that. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 44: I knew a sheila named Mary Dugan [...] Kicked around with her in ’Scray for a few weeks. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 17: ‘Bet you never thought you be on the track in Aussie when yous left England,’ the cook remarked with a smile. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 45: A flamin’ great dog came tearin’ out and bailed me up. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 49: These railway basher gangs operated as legal extensions of the police force [...] They were physically big and mentally small, and all considered themselves much superior to their victims. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 29: I’m shootin’ through to New South. Vic. is a bastard of a State. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 36: That’s a beaut [...] Where’d you get it? ‘Keep Moving’ 139: [T]he assistant superintendant of maintenance [...] a minor big-wig. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 38: Next year yous’ll be diging at a trey a bag. ‘Keep Moving’ 126: I resorted to cold-biting around the wealthier houses. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 7: I approached the shabby hotel slowly. this was my first ‘bite’, my initiation into a role which had to be played. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 46: Eventually we decided that Bendigo was ‘bitten out’. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 4: We’ll bite the butcher and baker as we go in [...] They’re a hungry mob but we’ll give ’em a go. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 33: They picked on me right away. I was the only one wearing glasses. ‘Hi! you,’ one of them called, ‘you with the blinkers!’. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 62: Th’ blockees want us here f’r th’ pickin’. They’ll back us. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 33: We don’t want any shit-stirrers here, we’ve got enough of our own without blow-ins. Get out. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 18: ‘You hoboes have been in town long enough,’ said the senior man. ‘Yous’ll have to get out [...] We’re not having yous bludging around the town.’. (con. 1930s) Keep Moving 45: I’d a stuck me boot into it only I’m wearin’ sneakers. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 22: Jocka intervened before a brawl developed. ‘Break it up,’ he said sharply. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 51: The boss put one over ’em this mawnin! [...] If anyody’d said anything he’d a’ had th’ bullet. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 37: There’s too much labour about and they’ll pick the most likely bullockers. ‘Keep Moving’ 8: [T]hinking over my first experience of ‘bumming’ tucker. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 24: Take the bloody lot if you want ’em [...] They [i.e. blankets] oughta be burnt. They could be chatty. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 14: Cockies were employing men for even lesser wages. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 36: When we get among those spud cockies you can make a wagga from spud bags. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 24: ‘Paddy Murphy, The Singing Stiff’ had copped fourteen days for drunk and disorderly. ‘Keep Moving’ 54: As the coshes thudded on heads [...] the law-enforcers accompanied each blow with emphatic curses. ‘Cop that, ya bastard’. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 2: A ’bo can go for weeks without cracking it for a deener. (con. 1930s) ‘Keep Moving’ 49: Bring your cribs and be on time.