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(con. 1940s) Veterans 15: ‘Touch your bin,’ said Lasher, and Tully produced the money for the next drink.at bin, n.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 15: ‘Touch your bin,’ said Lasher, and Tully produced the money for the next drink. (con. 1940s) Veterans 16: The shiny-arses have been round asking a million bloody questions.at shiny-bum, n.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 16: Hop in for your chop. Make ’em give you everything you’re entitled to.at hop in for one’s chop (v.) under chop, n.1
(con. 1940s) Veterans 44: This town’s full of juicy young dames greedy for a good time.at dame, n.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 43: You don’t want to go into those dinge joints, digger.at dinge joint (n.) under dinge, adj.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 203: Looks like a dirty big boil.at dirty, adv.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 206: It’ll do no good abusing Lucky, or dobbing him in.at dob (in), v.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 128: Fog yer! [Ibid.] 147: Get fogged! [Ibid.] 163: Well, I’ll be fogged!at fog, v.2
(con. 1940s) Veterans 108: That got us sweet foggin’ nowhere.at fogging, adj.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 175: They were born by the men we called Fuzzies, the black men in whose abandoned huts we sometimes found the Japs.at fuzzy-wuzzy, n.1
(con. 1940s) Veterans 189: So long, sport. Keep your head down.at keep one’s head down (v.) under head, n.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 66: He handed me several petrol-ration tickets. ‘You can’t get juice just by asking for it, you know.’.at juice, n.1
(con. 1940s) Veterans 14: ‘Not bad!’ I said. ‘I’d do a line with her,’ he remarked thoughtfully. ‘If I could be sure some Yank hadn’t been there first. Half of ’em are loaded up.’.at load up (v.) under load, v.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 147: I asked him were there any Marys and he didn’t know what a Mary was.at Mary, n.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 39: ‘You like music, boy?’ he asked ‘Bloody oath!’ ‘Guess that means yes,’ he smiled.at my bloody oath! (excl.) under my oath!, excl.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 45: ‘What’s nose candy?’ I asked Hagen. ‘What Carol’s stuffed with pal. Cocaine.’.at nose candy (n.) under nose, n.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 109: Never mind, pin-head.at pinhead, n.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 163: ‘Here, lend us your smoke-pole.’ Robbie gave him his rifle.at smoke-pole, n.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 80: If it wasn’t spotless and perfectly ironed he’d roar the tripe out of me.at roar, v.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 51: He steadied himself [...] glaring, snarling at me. ‘Scoot! Before I call up the provosts.’.at scoot, v.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 16: Those that live in Sydney, anyway . . . You live in the Smoke?at Smoke, the, n.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 131: There’s a bastard up in a tree over there [...] I think I’ve got him tabbed.at tab, v.2
(con. 1940s) Veterans 204: ‘Feeling better?’ ‘Like first prize in Tatts. I’ve been sleeping.’.at Tatt’s, n.
(con. 1940s) Veterans 80: It it wasn’t spotless and perfectly ironed he’d roar the tripe out of me.at tripe, n.1
(con. 1940s) Veterans 105: We relieved our wound-up minds with a sort of desperate, manufactured humour, even feigning madness [...] ‘Troppo acts’ we called them.at troppo, adj.
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