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F.O.B. Detroit 26: Russ was madder than seven boiled owls. He took it out on the ingots. [Ibid.] 90: Johnson was madder than a wet owl.at madder than a woodheap, adj.
F.O.B. Detroit 26: Russ was madder than seven boiled owls. He took it out on the ingots. [Ibid.] 90: Johnson was madder than a wet owl. F.O.B. Detroit 233: I’ll tell you something, if you’ll keep your mouth shut, don’t blab it around.at blab, v.
F.O.B. Detroit 102: Blame it all—I don’t like to tell such tall lies.at blame it!, excl.
F.O.B. Detroit 67: Just because you’ve blowed yourself for a few tickets.at blow, v.2
F.O.B. Detroit 305: Poor old Russ [...] The blue debbils got him, tonight. He’s got the jitters and he’s awfully discouraged.at blue devils, n.
F.O.B. Detroit 36: You’re brutal!at brutal, adj.
F.O.B. Detroit 9: There were thirty or forty fellows in the bull pen, sitting on benches.at bullpen, n.
F.O.B. Detroit 151: All de whool night he vas out – tomcettin’ around.at tom cat, v.
F.O.B. Detroit 69: Aw, climb a tree.at go climb up your thumb! (excl.) under climb, v.
F.O.B. Detroit 37: ‘My snookie-um-u-m-m-ums.’ They clinched.at clinch, v.
F.O.B. Detroit 32: The lady threw a high-toned conniption fit.at throw a fit (v.) under fit, n.3
F.O.B. Detroit 145: Colored fella on the graveyard shift is gettin’ out seventy blocks every hour.at graveyard shift, n.
F.O.B. Detroit 134: A man without brains could [...] run his car hell-a-tootin’ up and down Woodward Avenue.at hell to split (adv.) under hell, n.
F.O.B. Detroit 9: He could be a heller with women if he wanted to.at heller (n.) under hell, n.
F.O.B. Detroit 204: ‘Judast!’ said Russ.at Judas Priest!, excl.
F.O.B. Detroit 86: ‘We could put it in there.’ ‘Too risky,’ he said ‘Some kid would kipe it.’.at kipe, v.
F.O.B. Detroit 237: I didn’t say nothing. I was feeling lower than a snake’s belly myself.at lower than a snake’s belly (adj.) under lower, adj.
F.O.B. Detroit 75: She’s not hard-boiled. That’s only put on to stand off the tough guys that she danced with.at stand off, v.
F.O.B. Detroit 12: ‘O-keh,’ he said.at OK!, excl.
F.O.B. Detroit 120: If there’s red talk around, or talk about unions, I get to hear it and I get to talk with the bosses.at red, adj.
F.O.B. Detroit 233: The place was full of screwballs. Every guy there’s got a wheel loose.at a screw loose under screw, n.1
F.O.B. Detroit 305: I guess I’ll get me a drink and go into my room. I’ve gotta write a letter to a man about a dog.at see a man about a dog (v.) under see, v.
F.O.B. Detroit 99: Herman was sorer than a mashed thumb. And he took it out on Russ.at sore as... under sore, adj.1
F.O.B. Detroit 10: That manipulator job [...] I’ll take it. I’d like this man here to swamp for me.at swamp, v.2
F.O.B. Detroit 102: Blame it all — I don’t like to tell such tall lies.at tall, adj.
F.O.B. Detroit 50: Why didn’t you pound the tar outa him?at kick the tar out of (v.) under tar, n.3
F.O.B. Detroit 48: ‘There you are,’ said Russ, snapping the blade open. ‘A regular toad-stabber of a thing.’.at toad-stabber (n.) under toad, n.
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