1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 47: That daffy nympho Myra and Adam’s off ox – what could he possibly do about them?at Adam’s off-ox (n.) under Adam, n.
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 272: In here brawling over a little money, hanging onto your wife’s apron strings when you should be out there batting for the old Loons.at apron-strings, n.
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 133: ‘I think I can convince each of you that you, too, have certain responsibilities.’ ‘Not this baby,’ spoke up Len Sickles.at baby, n.
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 10: There are scalps that itch like blazes.at like (the) blazes (adv.) under blazes, n.
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 93: Harold Harper, the newspaperman who forged a career by charging across the breastworks of a nation.at breastworks, n.
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 19: ‘Dig the Ancient One!’ Myra cried to the rest of the room. ‘Ain’t he lush!’.at dig, v.3
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 8: ‘How you fixed now?’ Eric asked him. ‘Empty,’ said Doom gloomily.at empty, adj.
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 120: It’ll get more laughs than La Gardy reading the funny papers.at funny pages, n.
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 19: There’s a sloppy at Bonwit’s and Myra yearns for it. It’s zoomy! It’s groovy! It’s beauteous! It’s lush! It’s eighteen bucks!at groovy, adj.2
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 182: Holy Jeez! It’s a wonder to me you don’t get arrested.at holy gee! (excl.) under holy...!, excl.
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 20: There’s a sloppy at Bonwit’s and Myra yearns for it. It’s zoomy! It’s groovy! It’s beauteous! It’s lush! It’s eighteen bucks!at sloppy Joe, n.
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 94: After seeing her on the stage for the first time he [...] wrote ‘What a pair of lung warts!’.at lung warts (n.) under lung, n.
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 20: There’s a sloppy at Bonwit’s and Myra yearns for it. It’s zoomy! It’s groovy! It’s beauteous! It’s lush! It’s eighteen bucks!at lush, adj.3
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 23: I’m going to throw you so that your mildewed carcass wraps itself around that tree.at mildewed, adj.
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 120: That shot will be the big panic of the year on the screen [...] It’ll get more laughs than La Gardy reading the funny papers.at panic, n.
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 205: She began saying ‘eyether’ and ‘nyether’ and dropping her r’s like a pantywaist debutante.at pantywaisted, adj.
1946 H.A. Smith Rhubarb 41: ‘What a hunk!’ breathed Myra. ‘What a hunka meat!’.at piece of meat (n.) under piece, n.