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[UK] E. Poole Harbor 163: For within a few years the Big Ditch would open across Panama.
at big ditch (n.) under big, adj.
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (1919) 168: Your nice little Puritanical codes can all go to blazes.
at go to blazes! (excl.) under blazes, n.
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (1919) 279: ‘Why not have blue-pencilled some of this?’ I asked [...] ‘Because Joe believes in free speech, I suppose,’ Sue answered.
at blue-pencil, v.
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (1919) 129: Having just landed from Russia, he had ‘breezed over’ to our house.
at breeze, v.1
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (1919) 50: ‘Songs? Why sure!’ he answered. ‘It must be the chanties ye mean’ [...] ‘Oh! Chanter!’ ‘No – chanty. An’ the man that sings the verses, he’s called the chanteyman.’.
at chanter, n.
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (1919) 320: The sun, and it shone upon [...] eleven races of men, upon Italians [...] on Negroes and Norwegians, Lascars, Malays, Coolies.
at coolie, n.1
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (1919) 263: You can be sure of that, I’ve got him down cold.
at down, adv.5
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (1919) 57: He ‘flunked’ the worst twenty and let the rest through.
at flunk, v.
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (1919) 314: I am an Italian man! You call me Guinney, Dago, Wop.
at guinea, n.1
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (1919) 17: I caught glimpses of strange, ragged boys. ‘Micks,’ Belle sometimes called them, and sometimes, ‘Finian Mickies’.
at mick, n.1
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (1919) 17: I caught glimpses of strange, ragged boys. ‘Micks,’ Belle sometimes called them, and sometimes, ‘Finian Mickies’.
at mickey, n.1
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (1919) 51: Sing it again, Paddy!
at Paddy, n.
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (2005) 54: At first I honestly tried to ‘pole,’ to find whether, after all, I couldn’t break through the hard dry crust of books and lectures down into what I called ‘the real stuff’.
at pole, v.
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (2005) 54: At first I honestly tried to ‘pole,’ to find whether, after all, I couldn’t break through the hard dry crust of books and lectures down into what I called ‘the real stuff’.
at real thing, the, n.
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (1919) 221: I saw one who can have my vote – Believe me, some silk stockings!
at silk stocking, n.
[UK] E. Poole Harbor (1919) 130: Here’s just [...] the stuff that’ll make your women-readers sit right up and sob out aloud. I don’t care for tear-jerkers myself.
at tearjerker, n.
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