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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.
Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 190: He ain’t worth a damn until he’s got a quart of corn liquor under his belt. 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.
Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 180: Uneeda Lunch No. 3 [...] was a small beanery, twelve feet wide.at beanery, n.
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.
Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 127: Colonel, how are you! [...] Captain, how’s the boy?at how’s the boy?, phr.
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 176: How many Dead Heads you got, son? [...] Do you ever try to collect from them?at deadhead, n.
Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 497: Dogged if they don’t grow tall ’uns up there, Ben.at dog, v.2
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
Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 176: He takes it out in Poon-Tang [...] A week’s subscription free for a dose.at dose, n.1
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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.
Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 178: Come on [...] let’s go over to the Greasy Spoon.at greasy spoon, n.1
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.
Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 390: Old man Sanford thinks you’re hell, ’Gene.at hell, adj.
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
Look Homeward, Angel (1930) 125: ‘That boy’s a hustler. He’ll make his mark,’ said all the men in town.at hustler, n.
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.
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
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.
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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