1947 J. Steinbeck Wayward Bus 164: There goes your ballgame.at that’s the ballgame under ballgame, n.
1947 J. Steinbeck Wayward Bus 111: He blew his top and lost his job and came bellyaching to Loraine.at bellyache, v.
1947 J. Steinbeck Wayward Bus 105: Louis and that nigger was gonna split them up a coupla half centuries.at half-century (n.) under century, n.
1947 J. Steinbeck Wayward Bus 98: From his side pocket he took a little comb and combed his hair back smoothly and patted it behind where the suggestion of a duck tail stood out.at ducktail (n.) under duck, n.1
1947 J. Steinbeck Wayward Bus 107: Edgar was still trying to make out where the Hindus wanted to go. ‘The god-damned rag heads,’ he said to himself.at rag-head, n.
1947 J. Steinbeck Wayward Bus 23: They were so mad they gave Alice hell about the pie .at give someone hell (v.) under hell, n.
1947 J. Steinbeck Wayward Bus 203: Keep your pants on and watch your language. There’s ladies here.at language, n.
1947 J. Steinbeck Wayward Bus 203: Keep your pants on and watch your language.at keep your pants on! (excl.) under pants, n.
1947 J. Steinbeck Wayward Bus 97: I ain’t taking orders from you. I’ll wait till I get some kind of complaints from the super.at super, n.1