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(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 112: It was as simple as falling off a log.at easy as falling off a log, adj.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 112: It was as simple as falling off a log. (con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 25: That a man’s life on that side of the river wasn’t worth a plugged nickel?at not worth a plugged nickel, phr.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 47: Nearly had you where the hair’s short, huh, Stanley?at have someone/something by the short and curlies (v.) under short and curlies, n.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 14: ‘Thunder and damnation’ said Stanley Dinkle.at thunder and lightning!, excl.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 191: Personal basis? Applesauce.at applesauce!, excl.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 168: You’ve made colossal, cats’s-ass fools of yourselves and me and the cavalry!at cat’s ass, adj.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 225: Only the Good Lord can help her in the attic, which is where she needs it.at attic, n.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 162: You guys look after your crow-baits.at crow-bait, n.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 126: Biddle, I’ve swallowed enough of your banana oil.at banana oil (n.) under banana, n.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 186: I am one wheez-bang.at whiz bang, n.1
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 185: ‘Well, I’ll be,’ said Carberry.at I’ll be!, excl.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 117: I can go down from Mount Franklin to bed the bitches of Juárez!at bed, v.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 28: They were clearly chronic ‘beefers’.at beefer (n.) under beef, v.1
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 201: He [...] dashed downhill bent almost double and after two more bursts and belly-whoppers neared a stone pile.at belly whopper (n.) under belly, n.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 155: I hate to waste her looking for a couple of gasoline buggies in Mexico.at benzine buggy, n.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 174: Send down a truckload of mechanics – they’ll put on a new skin, the old bitch’ll fly again.at bitch, n.1
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 167: He stared at the bobtail bunch of boys in partial uniform before him.at bobtail, adj.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 208: The flivvers bucketed up the far side and soon drew away.at bucket about (v.) under bucket, n.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 20: They will drive me bug, thought Stanley Dinkle.at bug, adj.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 19: We thought it might be bully to have them here.at bully, adj.1
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 125: ‘His lungs won’t take much more dust.’ ‘Bunk.’.at bunk!, excl.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 27: ‘Can-openers, sir?’ ‘Sabers. The cavalry is a modern army, and the saber is dead as a dodo bird.’.at can opener, n.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 207: Now we settle the argument once for all – horse or flivver! I say those tin cans won’t roll a mile before they fall apart.at tin-can, n.2
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 16: His hair [...] was red. His other soubriquet had once been ‘Carrots’.at carrots, n.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 200: I shall eschew hooch, quit tomcatting.at tom cat, v.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 144: They caught your men with their pants down, evidently, and ran off with their horses.at catch someone with their pants down (v.) under catch, v.1
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 176: ‘Say, that’s the cat’s meow!’ he grinned.at cat’s meow, n.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 206: Dinkle [...] slapped on a saddle, and three men maneuvered the pilot onto the cayuse.at cayuse, n.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 142: I’m supposed to escort you upstairs to chit-chat with the old man. He’ll tell you.at chit-chat, v.
(con. 1916) Tin Lizzie Troop (1978) 159: He expected it to disintegrate at any instant like the poet’s one-hoss shay.at chay, n.
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