Green’s Dictionary of Slang
G.F. Berkeley My Life I 275: [The] whole string of jarvies were bumping in procession to the destination, having no one in them.at jarvey, n.
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 118: The aunties used to dig holes and bury their liquor. [...] Whenever someone need a sip, she would go and kneel down and undig the hole, which was called the ‘mine,’ while one or two others would [...] watch out for the cop.at auntie, n.2
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 122: We drank at Manana’s, a joint that sold almost all kinds of booze, the speciality being ‘buck-shot’ or Barberton. Manana’s yard was always full of buck-shot guzzlers.at barberton, n.
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 164: There was Godfrey Moloi on the road again [...] with chains on his wrists and ankles joined to scores of fellow prisoners, this time to Cinderella Prison (‘Blue Sky’) in Boksburg.at blue sky, n.1
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 105: Next morning I was on the ten past six ‘bomber’ to Mayfair. In the train I was a pathetic case.at bomber, n.1
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 67: I also saw the Gay Rubineers under Bra Fats Ngwabeni.at bra, n.
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 117: You could pick yourself a jail sentence [...] for having cutlery in your house (‘dangerous weapons’).at cutlery, n.
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 110: I also remember Ketie, Boys, Hosia and Dick. [...] They were all no-goods from Sophiatown.at no-good, n.
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 115: They were on their way to Nomali Mshengu’s shebeen [...] The order there would be six quarts of beer, half a jack of Mellow Wood.at half-jack, n.
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 112: I also remember the Krugersdorp hardheads like Bular, Lefty, Fish, Election and so on.at hardhead, n.
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 122: To our great relief ‘The Army’ had arrived. Scaru, Puru, Toffie, Play and a lot more of our home boys from the ‘Rough House’.at homeboy, n.
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 99: John Dlamini, who was our pianist [...] was very good at the ivories.at ivory, n.
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 216: We were all overshadowed by these country boys referred to as muggus. I tell you they started driving fast cars while the city boys could hardly afford a bike.at moegoe, n.
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 82: Each time he landed a blow the girls would scream ‘Yoh!’ and the boys would shout ‘Moer ’om!’.at moer, v.
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 186: We pulled off our overcoats, displayed our uniforms and exploded with ‘Communal Hall on Fire’. That was all it took to pip the Serenades.at pip, v.1
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 112: Young Election and the rest of the gang then chased the people around the dance floor, driving them towards the door, where Bular and Left tested their so-called ‘Sunday punches’ on the innocent patrons.at Sunday (punch), n.
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 115: They were on their way to Nomali Mshengu’s shebeen [...] The order there would be six quarts of beer, half a jack of Mellow Wood.at shebeen, n.
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 201: Here we played for ‘Sheilas’ or domestics.at sheila, n.1
(con. 1950s) G. Moloi My Life 72: The boys were wearing [...] ‘voetsaks’, a kind of half boot with car-tyre soles, which has ended up as the standard shoe for the Z.C.C. clan to this day.at voetsak, n.
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