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(con. 1917–18) Three Lights from a Match 16: A stone sailed toward the liaison detail [...] ‘Hey, Lay off the alley lilies!’ he called sleepily.at alley apple (n.) under alley, n.1
(con. 1917–18) Three Lights from a Match 16: A stone sailed toward the liaison detail [...] ‘Hey, Lay off the alley lilies!’ he called sleepily. (con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 213: Pap’ Comerford, that used to be my top kick, was the best argufier I ever see.at argufier (n.) under argufy, v.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 35: These Huns is bad medicine.at bad medicine (n.) under bad, adj.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 13: Where’s Baldy?at baldy, n.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 238: Them bastardly artillery men went an’ killed a couple o’ Jerries.at bastardly, adj.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 246: Captain, I ain’t buggy like them fellers. Lice I never had.at buggy, adj.1
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 187: Button your mouth, ignorance, till I get through talkin’.at button one’s lip, v.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 113: Shells clanged. Spike tried to keep on, but after a few of those G.I. cans had burst near enough to throw dirt on him, he gave up and lay in the ditch.at can, n.1
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 181: How the hell can I fire if the christly aimin’ point blew out?at christly, adj.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 296: [to a Jew] ‘You clipped-nose son of a bitch!’ shrieked the officer.at clipped, adj.1
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 69: The Greek and the two non-coms sat and shivered.at non-com, n.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 178: Aw, lay off the comedy.at comedy, n.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 156: The truck driver was off his conk.at conk, n.1
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 290: The goose is cooked now! Come on! Let’s beat it.at cook someone’s goose, v.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 140: I’ll give you the God-damnedest kick on the bottom that you ever got in your life!at god-damned, adj.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 37: ‘Dog fight,’ answered Spike [...] ‘Bunch of Jerry planes meet up with a bunch of ours and they go to it.’.at dog-fight (n.) under dog, n.2
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 280: ‘Ready with the eggs?’ he asked.at egg, n.1
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 200: Eye-wash means only one thing to him. That old sponge! [...] They’ve wrecked my car and come all the way up here with a hot-water bottle full of whiskey!at eyewash (n.) under eye, n.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 254: Only ‘Glasseyed Ike’ there, washes his [...] ‘Glasseye,’ asked one of the men, ‘where the hell did you ever get that thing?’.at glass eyes, n.1
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 176: ‘Go fan yourself with an alley-lily,’ said Rouge calmly.at fan, v.1
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 154: We’re in a fierce hurry.at fierce, adj.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 162: I seen it go flooey off the road while I was duckin’ fer that shell.at go flooey (v.) under flooey!, excl.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 257: He’s too gay with them knuckles o’ his.at gay, adj.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 161: ‘God’s grease!’ muttered Wally.at God, n.1
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 139: And so we retreat in confusion, do we? And here are all the goldbricks!at goldbrick, n.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 139: ‘All you men, git!’ he roared. ‘Up on the lines, now, every one. The gravy train is ditched.’.at gravy train, n.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 95: He had only about forty men, three machine guns, no auto or ‘shosho’ rifles.at sho-sho gun, n.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 237: This here Webster’s as good an’ nice to live with as a knock-kneed grizzly with a guts-ache.at gut-ache (n.) under gut, n.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 152: What’s he gonna do? He’s gonna break a gut!at bust a gut (v.) under gut, n.
(con. 1914–18) Three Lights from a Match 135: ‘Hey, ham-head,’ cried Rouge.at hamhead, n.
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