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By Bolo and Krag 28: Wot de hell is wrong wit you, Jerry Hopkins? You ust to be an A number one soldier when you was with me in the 39th.at A-1, adj.
By Bolo and Krag 28: Wot de hell is wrong wit you, Jerry Hopkins? You ust to be an A number one soldier when you was with me in the 39th. By Bolo and Krag 109: One of these cops had shoes [...] while the other three went about in Adam’s slippers.at Adam’s slippers (n.) under Adam, n.
By Bolo and Krag 175: Then why [...] do the fellows in the —teenth get so all-fired sore when anyone happens to mention anything about the fighting qualities of the carabao.at all-fired, adv.
By Bolo and Krag 25: Being short of coal-passers on the trip, the K.O. ordered enlisted men to scramble down the hold and shovel dusty diamonds.at black diamonds (n.) under black, adj.
By Bolo and Krag 132: You are just a blank, blank, blank chump; a blank, blank, blank monkey – do you hear me?at blank, adj.
By Bolo and Krag 199: They was betting fifty beans on a lousy bob-tailed flush.at bobtail, adj.
By Bolo and Krag 27: After we lands I tried me gol-darmnedest to get a bob-tail handed to me. [Ibid.] 28: The captain [...] couldn’t be took in by no enlisted man’s con game along the lines of stealing a bob.at bobtail, n.3
By Bolo and Krag 31: I’m going to take upon myself the responsibility of giving you fourteen days furlough to get drunk in [...] So buck!at buck, v.4
By Bolo and Krag 24: You know yourself what a bum soldier you gets out of a sorehead – a bucker.at bucker, n.2
By Bolo and Krag 31: Drink till you’re so sick you’ll swear you’ll never smell another drop of bug-juice.at bug juice (n.) under bug, n.4
By Bolo and Krag 17: Talk of the fun you have in New York city [...] with that bug-house Raines law in full swing!at bughouse, adj.1
By Bolo and Krag 18: A bunged-up old Spanish wash-tub with a couple of young telegraph poles for masts.at bunged up, adj.
By Bolo and Krag 20: Yours very sincerely lost no time in attaching himself to the cool end of a brewery the minute he got his buzzard.at buzzard, n.
By Bolo and Krag 41: I slips ten mex cartwheels into Mrs. Clarke’s hands.at cartwheel, n.1
By Bolo and Krag 39: It was a caution, sir – that Clarke mansion.at caution, n.
By Bolo and Krag 181: I do suppose you cheap skate regulars are as dry as blazes, – and haven’t got the price.at cheapskate, adj.
By Bolo and Krag 204: Down I goes to the Chinks in Calle Rosario and lays in as much fiery red and yeller cloth as I could bundle on a couple of native ponies.at Chink’s, n.
By Bolo and Krag 17: Nearest I ever come to cashing in my chips was down Talisayan way.at cash in one’s chips (v.) under chip, n.2
By Bolo and Krag 110: I proceeded to Bill’s residence to [...] bathe and chow.at chow, v.2
By Bolo and Krag 40: He having doled out the last clacker saved up in an old sock.at clacker, n.2
By Bolo and Krag 37: A really pretty young native woman was married to Clarke, as this ‘Virginia gentleman, sah, corn-cracker’ was named.at corncracker (n.) under corn, n.1
By Bolo and Krag 18: It was bought [...] by a bunch of grafting town officials of Talisayan itself out of dhobes squeezed from the local tauaos [i.e. common people].at dobe, n.2
By Bolo and Krag 175: And did the —teenth ever fail to wipe the floor with any organization of men that ever drew gun.at wipe the floor (with), v.
By Bolo and Krag 28: [I was] doing continually the harmless idiot racket to a frazzle.at frazzle, n.
By Bolo and Krag 183: A fresh rube non-com butts in and corals the whole herd of skirts [...] Wouldn’t that frost you for a minute?at frost, v.
By Bolo and Krag 50: I was so gall-fired used up I couldn’t swear at the hombres, and as for Clarke he was so goll-almighty tired he couldn’t chew tobacco.at gallfired, adv.
By Bolo and Krag 183: ‘Gee-whitaker!’ one regular presently exclaimed.at gee whillikins!, excl.
By Bolo and Krag 35: ‘I can’t let you back on the ship,’ ses the patroon, getting red around the gills.at gills, n.1
By Bolo and Krag 183: Here’s a go for your whiskers!at go, n.1
By Bolo and Krag 42: I remembered how the soldiers in the 39th ust to turn up their noses when canned salmon was the menu for supper, and make all sorts of derisive remarks about ‘two-eyed beefsteak’ and ‘redmoike’ and ‘gold-fish’.at goldfish, n.2
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