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Woodfill of the Regulars choose

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[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 228: Atta boy, give ’im another ash can!
at ashcan, n.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 271: The old boy was a bear for inspection.
at bear for, a under bear, n.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 31: If there was a bigger dumb-bell in the outfit than I was I didn’t see him.
at dumb-bell, n.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 33: ‘What the blankety blank blank do you blankety blank think you’re shootin’ at?’ he yelled.
at blankety-blank, phr.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 245: It was hardly a job for butter-fingered rookies.
at butterfingers (n.) under butter, n.1
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 58: They would sell it to us for two ‘clackers,’ or two Spanish cents, a glass.
at clacker, n.2
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 58: The goo-goos let it ferment, and then put a little red bark in it to give it a foxy flavor and a come-on color.
at come-on, adj.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 76: Bean sandwiches, which he proceeded to sell at a dollar a crack.
at crack, n.1
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 125: You sure are, you— — gig-headed Norwegian.
at gig, n.2
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 26: Well, I’d a rather rough go of it and didn’t see much of old San Francisco.
at go, n.1
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 35: I soon learned to shin up a coconut tree like a goo-goo.
at goo-goo, n.1
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 79: Great Jumpin’ Jehosaphat, and how do you spell it?
at great jumping...!, excl.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 58: He ran amuck, pumpin’ right and left with his hand artillery.
at hand artillery (n.) under hand, n.1
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 201: The Alaska of the gold rush [...] when we went up there nearly eight years before was now gettin’ to be history.
at be history under history, n.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 199: Guess I’ll stick with you and put in another hitch up here myself.
at hitch, n.1
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 26: ‘Holy jumpin’ gosh,’ he hollered.
at holy jumping...!, excl.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 76: They sold like hot cakes.
at like hot cakes under hot, adj.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 44: One or two fellows in the company had got married to Filipino girls in the village. There were a few others likewise who had what we called a ‘jaw-bone’ wedding — meaning just a verbal agreement without any padre to fix ’em up.
at jawbone wedding (n.) under jawbone, adj.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 246: We certainly doffed our tin kellys to the Heinies for their thoroughness.
at kelly, n.3
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 307: You from Kentuck, buddy?
at Kentuck, n.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 30: He was just crampin’ and strugglin’ like sixty to stay on top.
at like sixty, adv.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 308: I guess the Jew isn’t such a washout as a fighter.
at wash-out, n.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 114: I took a peach of a header into a big bank of snow.
at peach, n.1
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 76: One old-timer told me he hadn’t laid eyes on a copper penny for six years.
at penny, n.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 87: Two rookies have deserted [...] But they didn’t get far. The Redcoats of the Mounted picked ’em up at Forty Mile.
at redcoat (n.) under red, adj.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 38: Besides being the captain’s right bower, he was one of the most popular fellows.
at right bower (n.) under right, adj.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 222: They came near bein’ the rookiest bunch of rookies in this man’s army, and the rookiest of the lot was a wop from the anthracite country.
at rookie, adj.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 26: Well, I’d a rather rough go of it and didn’t see much of old San Francisco.
at rough go (n.) under rough, adj.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 168: Holy mither of all the saints [...] what kind of shenanigans is that?
at shenanigan, n.
[UK] L. Thomas Woodfill of the Regulars 294: ‘What’s slumgullion? How do you make it?’ ‘Make it, my eye! You don’t make it, buddy [...] It just accumulates.’.
at slumgullion, n.
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