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Artemus Ward, His Book 84: Obsarve how Iargo got Casheo drunk as a biled owl on corn whisky in order to karry out his sneekin desines.at drunk as a boiled owl, adj.
Artemus Ward, His Book 84: Obsarve how Iargo got Casheo drunk as a biled owl on corn whisky in order to karry out his sneekin desines. Artemus Ward, His Book 45: Just so soon as a man becums a reglar out & out Sperret rapper he leeves orf workin, lets his hare grow all over his fase & commensis spungin his livin out of other peple.at out-and-out, adj.
Artemus Ward, His Book 23: A solum female, lookin sumwhat like a last year’s bean-pole stuck into a long meal bag.at beanpole, n.
Artemus Ward, His Book 174: I made it lively for the boys, Deacon! Bet yer life!at (you) bet your life! (excl.) under bet, v.
Artemus Ward, His Book 209: I’m a Union man. I luv the Union – it is a Big thing.at big thing, n.
Artemus Ward, His Book 222: ‘Let him fly, my child!’ said I, a-bucklin on my armer, ‘I must forth to my Biz.’.at biz, n.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 150: But blarst my hize, sir, its onprecedented. It’s orful, sir. Nothin’ like it hain’t happened sins the Gun Power Plot of Guy Forks.at blast someone’s eyes! (excl.) under blast, v.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 107: I put up to their extorshuns until thay’d bled me so I was a meer shadder.at bleed, v.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 145: ‘People!’ sed the stranger, ‘I’m the Juke d’Moses!’ ‘Old hoss!’ sed a passenger, ‘methinks thou art blowin!’.at blow, v.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 224: Accordingly I put on a clean Biled Shirt and started for Washinton.at boiled shirt (n.) under boiled, adj.
Artemus Ward, His Book 30: The Shakers axed me to go to their meetin, as they was to hav sarvices that mornin, so I put on a clean biled rag and went.at boiled rag (n.) under boiled, adj.
Artemus Ward, His Book 229: If he had bin a sensible man he’d have put the money in a boss railroad or a gas company, and left this magnificent continent to intelligent savages.at boss, adj.
Artemus Ward, His Book 43: This was versifferusly applauded by the cumpany, and as I make it a pint to get along as pleasant as possible, I sung out ‘bully for you, old boy’.at bully for —! (excl.) under bully, adj.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 53: Banks are bustin every day, goin up higher nor any balloon of which we hav any record.at bust, v.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 32: The gals among you, sum of which air as slick pieces of caliker as I ever sot eyes on.at calico, n.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 173: A party of bald heded cullered men who was playing 3 card monty on the stoop of the Red Eagle tavern.at three-card monte, n.
Artemus Ward, His Book 143: When the fair Elizy recovered from her delight at meetin Moses, she said — ‘How hast the battle gonest? Tell me!’ ‘We chawed ’em up – that’s what we did!’ said the bold Moses.at chaw, v.
Artemus Ward, His Book 49: You can’t cum it over me, my boy! Not at all, Sir.at come it over (v.) under come it, v.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 18: We must fetch the public sumhow. We must wurk on their feelins. Cum the moral on ’em strong.at come the..., v.
Artemus Ward, His Book 83: What sort of sense is thare to King Leer who goze round cussin his darters [...] and larfin like a silly old koot and makin a ass of hisself ginerally?at old coot (n.) under coot, n.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 213: Your gals in particklar air abowt as snug bilt peaces of Calliker as I ever saw. They air fully equal to the corn fed gals of Ohio and Injianny, and will make the bestest kind of wives.at cornfed, adj.
Artemus Ward, His Book 30: Hunky boy! Go it my gay and festive cuss!at cuss, n.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 17: My show at present consists of three moral Bares, a Kangaroo (a amoozin little Raskal – t’would make you larf yerself to deth to see the little cuss jump up and squeal).at cuss, n.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 132: She cood run in the tall grass, wrastle with the boys, cut up strong at parin bees, make up faces behind the minister’s back.at cut up, v.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 213: Be still, my sole, be still, & you, Hart, stop cuttin up!at cut up, v.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 70: I’d try to do it but my tung would kerwollup up agin the roof of my mowth & stick thar, like deth to a deseast Afrikan or a country postmaster to his offiss.at like death to a... under death, n.
Artemus Ward, His Book 198: [heading] Thrilling Scenes in Dixie.at Dixie, n.
Artemus Ward, His Book 123: Still they air good natered fellers, and when they drink they take a dose big enuff for a grown person. [Ibid.] 171: Took a grown person’s dose of licker with a member of the Injianny legislater, which he urbanely in sisted on allowin me to pay for.at dose, n.1
Artemus Ward, His Book 107: I objectid to payin, but they sed ef I didn’t down with the dust thay’d wipe my Show from the face of the earth!at down with one’s dust (v.) under dust, n.
Artemus Ward, His Book 114: Mike gits as drunk as a biled owl & allows that he can lick a yard full of the Veneshun fancy before breakfast, without sweatin a hair.at Fancy, the, n.
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