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[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 190: He ain’t worth a damn until he’s got a quart of corn liquor under his belt.
at not worth a damn, phr.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 501: The crooks, the vagabonds of a nation — Chicago gunmen, bad niggers from Texas, Bowery bums [...] in shoals and droves, from everywhere.
at bad nigger (n.) under bad, adj.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 180: Uneeda Lunch No. 3 [...] was a small beanery, twelve feet wide.
at beanery, n.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 190: He ain’t worth a damn until he’s got a quart of corn liquor under his belt.
at under one’s belt under belt, n.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 127: Colonel, how are you! [...] Captain, how’s the boy?
at how’s the boy?, phr.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 502: Strapping black buck-niggers, with gorilla arms and the black paws of panthers.
at buck nigger (n.) under buck, adj.1
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 149: Upstairs [...] a thin-faced Jew coughed through the interminable dark. ‘In heaven’s name, mamma,’ Helen fumed, ‘why do you take them in? Can’t you see he’s got the bugs?’.
at bug, n.4
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 390: It’ll [i.e. a visit to a brothel] make a man of you, ’Gene [...] Boy, it’ll sure put hair on your chest.
at put hair(s) on one’s chest (v.) under hair on one’s chest, n.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 154: Your place is getting the reputation of a regular chippyhouse all over town.
at chippie joint (n.) under chippie, n.1
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 190: I guess Little Maudie will fill up the column to-morrow with some of her crap [...] ‘The Younger Set,’ she calls it.
at crap, n.1
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 345: ‘I’m tired of pushing daisies here,’ said Ben. ‘I want to push them somewhere else.’.
at push up (the) daisies, v.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 176: How many Dead Heads you got, son? [...] Do you ever try to collect from them?
at deadhead, n.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 497: Dogged if they don’t grow tall ’uns up there, Ben.
at dog, v.2
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 287: Drink Coca-Cola. [...] Dope at Wood’s better. Too weak here. He had recently acquired a taste for the beverage and drank four or five glasses a day. [Ibid.] 463: ‘What are you going to have?’ ‘Make it a dope.’.
at dope, n.1
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 176: He takes it out in Poon-Tang [...] A week’s subscription free for a dose.
at dose, n.1
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 76: Do expect me to check up on the little thug. He’s been knocking down on you for the last six months [...] he’s got niggers on that book who’ve been dead for five years.
at knock down, v.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 403: If I need cleaning [...] I can always use the Gold Dust Twins, can’t I? French and Duncan, the Gold Dust twins — who never do any work.
at gold dust twins (n.) under gold dust, n.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 323: ‘Floaters,’ young men and women of precarious means, variable lives, who slid mysteriously from cell to cell, who peopled the night with their flitting stealth.
at floater, n.1
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 264: Helen laughed hoarsely. ‘I’m from Missouri,’ she said [...] ‘You’ve got to show me.’.
at I’m from Missouri, phr.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 257: He’s got a couple of deals coming off that’ll show the pikers in this town where to get off.
at tell someone where to get off (v.) under get off, v.3
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 182: ‘You’re drowning in your own secretions [...] Like old Lady Sladen.’ ‘My God!’ said Harry Tugman [...] ‘When did she go?’ ‘Tonight,’ said Coker.
at go, v.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 178: Come on [...] let’s go over to the Greasy Spoon.
at greasy spoon, n.1
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 186: ‘Jesus!’ said Harry Tugman, ‘we’ve got him good and sore. I thought I’d bust a gut, doc, when you pulled that one about embalming the broken heart of Grief.’.
at bust a gut (v.) under gut, n.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 390: Old man Sanford thinks you’re hell, ’Gene.
at hell, adj.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 343: Tall, boyish [...] coming along the trench with that buoyant stride which had won for him the affectionate soubriquet of ‘Highpockets’ from officers and men alike.
at highpockets (n.) under high, adj.1
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 125: ‘That boy’s a hustler. He’ll make his mark,’ said all the men in town.
at hustler, n.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 360: They [i.e. summer houses] were small, flimsy, a multitudinous vermin — all with their little wooden sign of lodging. ‘The Ishkabibble,’ ‘Sea View’, ‘Rest Haven’.
at ish kabibble, phr.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 255: Where are all the Wise Guys now who said ‘I told you so?’ They’re all mighty glad to give Little Stevie [...] the Glad Hand when he breezes down the street. Every Knocker is a Booster now all right.
at knocker, n.1
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 153: ‘There are two things I want to see,’ said Mary, ‘a rooster’s you-know-what and a hen’s what-is-it.’.
at you know what, n.
[US] T. Wolfe Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 390: They’ll think Spring is here when they see old legs. They’ll need a stepladder to git at him.
at legs, n.
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