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(con. 1918) Red Pants 42: Pipe down, you animals.at animal, n.1
(con. 1918) Red Pants 42: Pipe down, you animals. (con. 1918) Red Pants 87: If you think this baby will wait that long on any guy, you’re all wet.at baby, n.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 89: She anchored in Guantánamo Bay [...] and her bluejackets swarmed at once over the side.at bluejacket, n.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 109: Billie Bean [...] roared like a lion, caught up a bung-starter and came into action.at bung-starter (n.) under bung, n.2
(con. 1918) Red Pants 42: ‘They may give us a shot ... no such luck, though.’ ‘Aw, they might – at ten to one, if they thought we had our pants down’.at catch someone with their pants down (v.) under catch, v.1
(con. 1918) Red Pants 111: Say, one guy was all set to massage your dome wit’ a table leg.at dome, n.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 156: Me and my boyfriend will take Scotch [...] and don’t be laying any of that embalming fluid off on me.at embalming fluid, n.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 189: Recruitin’ officer that picked that fish will undoubtedly go to everlastin’ hell.at everlasting, adj.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 167: A service .45 knocks a man down, anywhere it hits him.at forty-five, n.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 12: They’s built like a destroyer – long an’ sharp [...] Haven’t got flat noses an’ gourd-heads like a cawn-fiel’ nigger down South.at gourd-head (n.) under gourd, n.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 206: They have an Indian word for it that means about the same thing as ‘grape-vine telegraph’.at grapevine telegraph (n.) under grapevine, n.1
(con. 1918) Red Pants 159: Our gang hangs out here regular.at hang out, v.1
(con. 1918) Red Pants 156: Quiet night, Gert: Major, what’ll it be?at what will you have?, phr.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 3: You guys was all moanin’ because you couldn’t get Heinie in the open.at Heinie, n.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 164: It’s Charley, and he’s all hopped up.at hopped (up), adj.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 90: Aw – knock it off!at knock it off!, excl.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 112: Know who had him? That Limey son of a ---.at limey, adj.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 111: Say, one guy was all set to massage your dome wit’ a table leg.at massage, v.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 98: Strike me blind if it ain’t a tike.at strike me blind! (excl.) under strike me...!, excl.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 186: Lay offa Bozo, you low moocher – I got seconds on that butt myself.at moocher, n.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 159: The poor oil-can got it from a bootlegger in the Black Belt.at oil can (n.) under oil, n.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 42: That’s the way they’ll come, if there’s one savvy soldier among ’em.at savvy, adj.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 111: Damfino. Tell you what I did. ‘You Scowegian bastard,’ I says.at Scowegian, adj.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 186: Lay offa Bozo, you low moocher – I got seconds on that butt myself.at seconds, n.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 140: Shake a hoof, you cat-whiskered cabrones!at shake a hoof (v.) under shake, v.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 87: It’s time to shove off now.at shove off (v.) under shove, v.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 71: Plain fool! [...] I had to send Sergeant Hamilton out there to secure that flank, an’ the slant-head got himself killed.at slanthead, n.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 101: Tike the bloody starch out uv any uv ’em if y’ hold they heads under water a bit.at take the starch out of (v.) under starch, n.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 168: The word’s been out for you since last night. The Old Man wants to talk to you.at put the word out on (v.) under word, the, n.
(con. 1918) Red Pants 77: Well, anyway, you didn’t give me any wash about wantin’ to be a sister to me.at wash, n.2
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