1947 J. Morrison Sailors belong Ships 29: An air of strained expectancy pervades the great bleak shed. In the outer divisions – ‘Jacks’, ‘Seconds’, ‘Unattached’, ‘Blanks’ – the bell is hardly heard over the babel of four thousand voices [AND].at jack, n.19
1947 J. Morrison Sailors belong Ships 15: We’re sailors, see? Two sailors. We got the game by the throat. I know a job in the Riverina worth a hundred quid.at have by the throat (v.) under throat, n.