1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 33: Who cares a jot, I should like to know, / Whether the game be toilsome or no.at not care a jot, v.
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 87: It don’t matter a twopenny damn if they score again.at not matter a tuppenny (damn), v.
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 31: Hope you’ve brought back some jam this time . . . you bagged all mine at the beginning of last term.at bag, v.
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 95: When I was a new man I once shoved twenty nosewipes down my bags.at bags, n.2
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 39: You’ve all jolly well got to sweat like blazes, or you’ll get the skin taken off your backs.at like (the) blazes (adv.) under blazes, n.
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 32: I say, you mustn’t try and be clever or you’ll get jolly well booted.at boot, v.1
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 257: You needn’t think just because you’re Head of the House you’re going to boss round as if you were God Almighty.at boss, v.
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 32: Ratford’s vulgar bounce was in marked contrast to Parry’s reposeful dignity.at bounce, n.1
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 214: So pray don’t weary me with the clap-trap of stale sarcasm.at clap-trap, n.1
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 88: They were utterly cooked. They had ceased to have any conscious control of their muscles.at cooked, adj.
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 199: It isn’t pleasant to have these big louts making a dead set at one every time I touch the ball.at dead set, n.
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 127: Cadby, despite the fact that he often made himself unpleasant at football, was rather an old dear.at old dear, n.
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 192: That was a facer. Apparently pork-pie was beginning to pall.at facer, n.2
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 78: It is only when he reaches the university that he realizes that such banter is often a ‘floater’.at floater, n.2
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 54: In school stories a footer funk is the object of univeral scorn.at funk, n.2
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 78: Good lord, you might tell your governor to dress like a gentleman.at governor, n.
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 179: ‘Congrats, Cadby!’ ‘Damned glad you’ve got ’em at last!’ ‘Gratters, ol’ man!’.at gratters, n.
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 10: You swing your arms just like my sister when she gets hairy.at hairy, adj.4
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 197: Who the hell are you? You’re only a priv on sufferance.at who the hell...?, phr.
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 37: Hallo, old Ikey! bin robbin’ the widow and orphan, you old usurer?at ikey, n.
1913 A. Lunn Harrovians 105: Harrow did a lot for you [...] and you’re not going to leave her in the lurch, are you?at lurch, n.