1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 193: What are you, a lady or a bar-hound?at barhound (n.) under bar, n.2
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 214: Isn’t it strange though how all the queer men in the United States are friends of mine – the bitches all love me.at bitch, n.1
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 199: Do have a drink with me dear, just one wee little bitty drink.at bitty, adj.
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 166: I don’t want to get buffy tonight; have to work tomorrow.at buffy, adj.
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 214: You only wanted six absinthes one after another [...] You old camp.at camp, n.2
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 246: It’s a wonder you haven’t had a dose before this the chances you take.at dose, n.1
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 236: The girl who’ll give a guy a dry screw but won’t take the pin. She ought to be raped.at dry screw, n.
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 237: This type of woman who finds [...] dry screwing safer, and fairly satisfactory.at dry screw, v.
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 50: They fuss – but they don’t take the pin. [Ibid.] 246: I’ve had so much fussing with the hot young ladies who like to titilate a man’s cock that I want to go and get screwed somewhere.at fuss, v.
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 50: Go into another tent if you want to shoot off your gabs.at shoot one’s gab off (v.) under gab, n.1
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 51: What in fucking hell do youse think this is, a sunday school picnic.at what in hell...?, phr.
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 194: Me bored stiff [...] and you throwing off on me all the time because you’re so bored too.at throw off, v.
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 247: He’d like to put his pecker into something warm and hollow.at pecker, n.2
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 50: They don’t take the pin. They’re lots of others who go in for the fumbling stuff.at pin, n.
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 195: These Italian girls know how to golddig as well as them chorus pullets you hang around with in New York.at pullet, n.
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 214: Isn’t it strange though how all the queer men in the United States are friends of mine – the bitches all love me.at queer, adj.
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 215: She [...] knew chorus men rounders, and one minister who was as queer as any moll in America.at rounder, n.
1923 R. McAlmon Companion Volume 248: Screwing [...] that’s what we’ll be doing in a minute.at screwing, n.