1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 33: He copped a sneak one day.at cop a sneak (v.) under cop a..., v.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 105: I never thought he’d go th’ Dutch route.at take the Dutch route (v.) under Dutch act, n.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 95: I’ll put you both in the morgue as sure as I’m a foot high.at sure as you’re a foot high under sure as..., phr.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 79: Guys what I never suspicioned o’ usin’ dope went around beggin’ friend f’r a ball.at ball, n.1
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 282: There was a phony note in his bazoo that I couldn’t get away from.at bazoo, n.1
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 216: When the commitments were sprung he belched everything he knew.at belch, v.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 358: The boy seated himself on the ‘mourner’s bench’, and the Captain went into his office.at mourner’s bench, n.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison in Hamilton Men of the Und. 246: I sat on the ‘mourner’s bench’ and he stood before me, instructing me as to the rules.at mourner’s bench, n.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 282: I told him to go to blazes.at go to blazes! (excl.) under blazes, n.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 292: I have seen a mere boy [...] not only wearing an ‘Oregon boot,’ but shackled and handcuffed also.at Oregon boot, n.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 141: Let’s see y’r breadhooks, kid.at bread hooks (n.) under bread, n.1
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 147: The mess hall guards imagined that some kind of a riot or ‘break’ was in progress in the yard.at break, n.2
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 26: I found it difficult to walk confidently in the brogans.at brogan, n.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 56: He used t’ be th’ best confidence man in th’ business, but he’s got th’ religious bug now.at bug, n.4
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 392: The cells are preferable to the ‘bull pen’ with its fetid miasma.at bullpen, n.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 60: You haven’t got any bum fingers, or a broken arm [...] have y’r?at bum, adj.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 56: He used t’ be th’ best confidence man in th’ business.at business, n.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 153: We’re certainly th’ candy kids when it comes t’ that kind o’ work.at candy, adj.3
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 57: All single cells. ‘Battleship Mag,’ ‘Clara Bell’ and all the notorious characters cell there.at cell, v.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 280: A Deputy Sheriff came into the jail one day and got to chewing the rag with me.at chew the rag, v.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 242: They just hang him from the neck down, and to get the right drop they have to know just how many feet and inches he is from his tootsie-wootsies to the place where the chicken got the axe.at where the chicken got the axe under chicken, n.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 236: Chinese, Indians, negroes, cholos [...] have died in mid-air.at cholo, n.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 143: He had been a prison officer nearly all his life, and was what is known as ‘con wise’.at conwise (adj.) under con, n.1
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 94: Miller [...] had aroused the deadly enmity of the ‘con boss’ of his section.at con boss (n.) under con, n.1
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 103: The guard stationed at the gate tried to stop him, as did his ‘con’ assistant. [Ibid.] 124: They couldn’t keep an ex-con in th’ hotel.at con, n.1
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 383: The next time I go to town I’ll cook his goose.at cook someone’s goose, v.
1912 D. Lowrie My Life in Prison 280: If I was you I’d cough up about kicking in the P.O.at cough up, v.